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Superman - Police Version
During the struggle, the leader of the suspects inadvertently
glimpsed something underneath the tall, muscular policeman's uniform through the gap between the buttons. He gave a signal, and several of his men swiftly subdued
Clark, pinning him to the ground.
The leader kicked off Clark's police cap, which had fallen to the ground, and stared at him. Despite his struggles, Clark's
hands were spread out and pinned down, preventing him from breaking free. Then, the leader sat on Clark's waist.
Clark's police uniform was pulled open, revealing a Superman costume underneath… "Uh…" Although he had a feeling something was amiss,
seeing it in person still startled the leader. "Hahaha! I knew it, it's Superman."
"No, I'm not, let me go!" The leader unzipped Clark's pants, pulled them down
to his knees. "Stop! Don't take them off any further!"
Then, his accomplices ran over, displaying the Superman boots they had found in Clark's police car.
Clark, who had initially denied everything, was stunned when his glasses were removed. "He's quite handsome without his glasses."
Clark knew he could no longer argue and tried to fight back to reclaim his boots and transform into Superman. Just then, a flash of
light—a photograph was taken.
His name was still visible through the pulled-back uniform, and his half-undressed lower body revealed his identity.
Clark was momentarily at a loss. The villains stood by, grinning maliciously. Clark had no choice but to
stand up. At the leader's signal, the Superman boots were thrown at Clark's face.
The leader said, "You, transform into Superman at normal speed, or I'll distribute the photos." Clark
decided to comply, while the villains who had just taken the picture secretly recorded the process.
After Clark put on the boots and transformed into Superman, he boldly attacked, grabbing the leader by the neck and lifting him off the ground.
The photographer calmly stepped forward and showed the photo to Superman. The name on the police uniform and
his entire body—including his face—were clearly visible. A button was pressed, and the footage of Clark transforming into Superman was played.
"Fine," Superman reluctantly let go, but quickly snatched the digital camera, crushed it, and arrogantly questioned
the crowd, "What else do you want now?" Two henchmen ran away in fright, while Superman grinned slyly.
A moment of silence ensued. The leader, who had just stripped the police uniform, tried to grab it again, but Superman noticed
, moved at lightning speed, and stepped on the broken uniform first.
Superman had achieved a complete victory, glancing arrogantly at the crowd before leisurely picking up his police uniform
jacket and putting it on.
The crowd tacitly remained still.
Once dressed, he looked at them arrogantly again, grinning slyly. After picking up his glasses, he seemed to remember something, and then,
holding the glasses, he lectured and enlightened the crowd.
The two who had run away returned. Superman was about to say something sarcastic when, unexpectedly,
several of his colleagues who had come with him were following behind—and, unfortunately, they were all people who usually bullied him. There was
another senior student…
Superman was only wearing the uniform top; the rest of his body was completely covered in his Superman costume. He hurriedly put on
his glasses and lowered his head, but it was too late.
The bad guys chuckled, and their leader even grabbed Superman's police uniform, loudly proclaiming the name on it,
"Kra, Kra!" before leading his men away. Superman then began to take off his Superman boots and put on his uniform pants,
but his colleagues kept pulling at them.
The senior student shouted at him, and the men had no choice but to stop. Superman quickly buttoned up his pants. The senior student stepped forward,
reached into Superman's undone pants, and pressed his hand against Superman's soft genitals, staring intently at the head-down Superman without saying
a word.
Superman felt uncomfortable being harassed and grabbed the senior student's hand. The senior student then stopped,
zipped up his uniform pants with his left hand, and removed Superman's glasses with his right.
The senior student took a few steps back. "What's your name, junior?" Superman didn't answer. The colleagues behind him said
seriously, "Reporting, senior, his name is Clark!" They even joked with the senior, "Senior, he's a cross-dresser!"
The senior nodded, stepped forward, squatted down in front of Superman, and reached out to touch Superman's feet, which were covered in a blue bodysuit. Superman
immediately pulled back, but the senior grabbed him again. "Clark! That's enough. It's duty time now. Are you
going to continue dressing as Superman without changing into your police boots?! If you don't obey my orders, I'll report you to my superiors!" Only then did Superman
put his feet down, while the others secretly burst into laughter.
The senior helped Superman change into his police boots, but his boots and glasses were taken away. Superman asked humbly
, "Senior, can I have my glasses back? I... I can't see clearly. And, um, the boots... I
won't dress as Superman while on duty anymore. Please give them back so I can take them home." These words only caused his colleagues to snicker.
His colleagues' mocking remarks about thinking no one knew he was Superman were clearly heard thanks to his superhuman hearing
.
Superman clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, while the senior casually stepped forward, put glasses on Superman, and said, "Hmm,
this makes him look a little dumber, more like Clark." Then he unzipped Superman's uniform pants and began to grope
the soft, red area between Superman's legs again.
Superman whispered a warning to the senior, "Listen, give me back my boots when you're done touching them." The senior wasn't gay
and liked Superman; he just wanted to compete with Superman because of his physique and size, which was almost that of an adult film actor.
So, after whispering "How old are you?" and Superman soon becoming erect as a response, the senior
willingly let go after thoroughly feeling the size of Superman's hard penis. "Okay, 20 centimeters, I give up."
Superman grabbed his senior, who was turning to leave without even zipping up his boots. "My boots."
The senior turned back but only told Superman, "If we don't let them have their fun, this won't end, and they
won't keep turning a blind eye. I know you heard them laughing at you for thinking we didn't realize you were Superman
."
After the senior walked into their group, several colleagues came forward. One of them put his arm around Superman's shoulder. "
Hey Clark, I didn't know you loved dressing up as Superman so much. Our police boots can't fit Superman boots, and you carry them around with you?"
He then shook the Superman boots in his hand.
"Y-yes..." Superman answered cautiously, while stealing glances at his
two colleagues who were "admiring" his "masterpiece.
" "You know, if you hadn't done this disguise, those suspects wouldn't have gotten away today."
"Yeah, it's my fault..."
One of the colleagues who was "admiring his masterpiece" grabbed Superman's erection and said to him, "Since you've
admitted it, we have to give you a punishment."
Superman thought this was the punishment, so he agreed. Superman's willingness to agree, coupled with the fact that his erect penis
didn't react when being pinched, made them exchange glances. "Well then, I won't give you back your Superman boots yet, and I'll also take off
your pants—oh, anyway, you're still wearing your Superman costume underneath, so it won't be exposed." The other two waited for him to finish speaking
before working together to take off Superman's uniform pants.
"The car's here, get in." It was the senior's voice. One of the colleagues who hadn't come over earlier went to get the car with the senior
.
Two colleagues got into the car driven by their senior, while Superman was pushed into the driver's seat by another colleague, who removed
his police boots. "You can continue driving. Here, take the Superman boots. We'll tell you where to go." Superman put on
his bright red boots and had his police hat put back on, but his uniform pants and boots were placed in the two cars respectively.
"Senior! Where are we going?"
"You know that mountain hut near the location of the last gunfight on the mountain, right? The one where Superman came to rescue us. Let
Clark lead the way. Although he didn't go that time, he loves dressing up as Superman so much, he should know a lot about the places Superman has been
."
"You know it?" Superman nodded—of course he knew, his colleague was asking a question he already knew the answer to, but he could only
play along. All the way, Superman was terrified of stopping. They wouldn't let him roll up the windows, fearing that
other cars might see his lower body if the car stopped… Thankfully, they arrived at their requested location without incident. Superman
waited until they got out of the car before leaving the driver's seat—putting everything except his superhero suit inside. The others looked at Superman, somewhat
surprised.
Superman's actions were because this location wasn't convenient for descending the mountain; it was suitable for negotiating and resolving matters, unlike the city where information
could easily leak out. "Alright, now that you all know my identity, let's talk."
Quietly, Superman's previously swollen penis became erect again under his bodysuit—
an effect caused by Superman gathering energy. With five opponents, Superman knew better than to be cautious. "What do you want from me to keep
this secret? You're my colleagues and seniors in my normal life, and I don't want to do
something like forcibly erasing memories, which has side effects." Forcibly erasing memories requires mouth-to-mouth saliva transfer, which
wouldn't be difficult or difficult for Superman, a well-hidden homosexual, especially since he's a bottom
and all five are high-quality muscular men with decent looks; besides, Superman doesn't consider this kissing
—but the main reason Superman doesn't want to do it is that if they swallow his saliva,
they'll have superpowers equivalent to his within a week, regardless of whether their memories are erased. Superman desperately wants to avoid the
problems that will follow. "And don't forget, I saved you guys here." Superman wouldn't normally care about this, but now he
's truly forced into it.
The five men exchanged glances. The senior spoke first: "Give us some time to think! If you don't agree, we
'll spread the news immediately."
Superman shrugged: "Even if I don't agree, you can't escape." He then crossed his arms and looked
at them.
The senior gathered the four men aside to discuss, but Superman didn't follow. He stood there with his hands on his hips, observing the scenery, a cold
smile on his face. Their conversation, no matter how softly they spoke or how far away they were, reached his ears clearly.
First, the two colleagues from before came to Superman. Under Superman's gaze, one of them
spoke first: "We won't say anything, and you won't pursue the matter?" Superman didn't speak, nodding with his hands on his hips. "As if nothing happened?"
Superman agreed: "If you don't offend me, why would I lay a hand on my colleagues or senior?"
Having reached an agreement, the two shook hands, and he walked away. The other man said, "I want you to obey me from now on and
do anything for me."
Frankly, Superman found this demand, delivered with such a forceful tone, a bit jarring. Besides, "
the scope of 'anything' is too broad and too large." Superman crossed his arms.
"I know you... Superman's personality, of course I won't break the law, everything is legal. And I won't ask you to
reveal your identity." He added, "But you can't refuse anything within this scope."
Superman looked him in the eyes and quickly agreed. "Then that's fine." Although, being
ordered around like this still wasn't very pleasant.
"See my police boots? I've been too busy to clean them lately, lick them clean, and make them as
shiny as your boots." Superman glanced at them, they were indeed very dirty, "Now. To prove that you will obey
orders in the future, lick them now." He swung his right foot.
Superman glanced at him and extended his right hand.
"I'm not like you who takes off your boots at work, you give me... okay, this time you can kneel down
and lift my foot to lick." Superman was slightly annoyed and withdrew his hand. "Can't you even do the first thing?"
Though annoyed, Superman had no choice. He pulled his cape back, half-knelt, and lifted the man's left foot first. After
a moment's hesitation, he began to lick. It took some time, until both boots were clean, before Superman stood up. "Okay,"
he said, but before he could finish, he immediately interrupted, "I said it has to be like your boots, shiny, sparkly! Keep going!"
Superman glared at him angrily, then pulled his cape back down, half-knelt again, spat on the police boots, and
then wiped them with his cape. The effect was superb, even shinier than his current Superman boots. Superman reluctantly stood up,
unwilling to look him in the eye.
"Good Superman." He patted Superman's face and walked away.
Next came the colleague who had gone to get the car and hadn't been able to touch Superman. He immediately stared at Superman's full and
well-defined genitals. "You've been hard for a long time, haven't you?" Superman refused to answer. "My oral skills are good, but I've never
tried with a man. However, I'd like to test if I can make Superman ejaculate... Don't resist, let me blow for 10 minutes."
"How about a few minutes? Most women can't last more than a few minutes with me, but Superman, you might last a little longer."
This provocation made Superman accept; otherwise, he wouldn't have easily given in to being blow-dried. Superman changed from crossing his arms
to putting his hands on his hips.
"I can get you without taking your clothes off." He immediately stepped forward, grabbing Superman's buttocks from behind and launching
an attack on Superman's hard penis. Superman secretly glanced down at him, revealing a strange smile.
"Ten minutes are up. Actually, I gave you two extra minutes." He didn't ejaculate at all. His red underwear was
soaked with a lot of saliva, further accentuating the shape of his penis.
"Superman, are you really that good? Or am I just not familiar with men..." He shook his head and walked away disappointedly. Superman watched
his back, still smiling. He was completely clueless; unless his superpowers weakened, Superman only
felt sensation at the glans of his penis, while he was almost entirely focused on the long shaft. This disappointed the sexually active Superman, who had originally
wanted to experience his oral skills.
At this moment, the senior student and his colleague, who was mainly targeting him, walked over. They glanced at each other, and the senior student spoke first: "I want
a Superman costume."
A Superman costume? How easy! "Okay, after he's satisfied with his request, I'll go buy one for you." Superman
readily agreed.
"Hmph," the senior student sneered, "Do you think I don't know you're talking about the ones sold in stores? What I want is the one you're wearing
." The senior student moved even closer to Superman.
Superman looked at his body. "Fine, I can't give you this one. When we get down the mountain, I'll take you to get your measurements taken
, and I'll ask the tailor who made this Superman costume for me to make one for you too."
The senior student pinched Superman's crotch hard: "No, I'll give you the one you're wearing!" Superman's expression didn't change—
he didn't get his glans pinched—only then did the senior student reluctantly switch.
"Answer my three questions honestly, and accept one of my orders, and I'll let you go. I'll verify
the questions, and if you lie or go back on your word, you'll pay the price. Do you accept this offer?"
"I accept." Superman crossed his arms, shifted his stance, and smiled smugly. "That's your first question."
He smiled too, seemingly indifferent. "Okay, then I'll ask the second question: How can I obtain your superpowers?" Superman
paused, hesitant. "You can take your time to consider it, just don't forget the premise I mentioned."
After several minutes of consideration, he decided to trust his colleagues. Superman swallowed hard.
"Swallow my saliva mouth-to-mouth, and you'll gain the same superpowers as me."
This sounded somewhat unconvincing. "I hope you're honest. Now I'll ask the third question, which
is also the last one. The rest is my order, Superman." He paused. "
Tell me honestly, what are your physical weaknesses?"
Although he had decided to believe him, this question still made Superman glance at him first. "Anus, glans, and
... penis." Superman's anus is weak because it's sensitive, and he instantly
reverts to an ordinary person upon penetration, making him vulnerable to injury. While Superman's penis is also invulnerable, the glans
is also sensitive; an attack there feels like an attack on an ordinary person, and it becomes even more sensitive when erect.
As for the penis, it's where Superman's energy gathers. If it's tightly gripped before energy gathering, he won't be able to successfully gather
energy for use. Conversely, being tightly gripped after an erection hinders energy utilization—both are potential weaknesses
. "Hmph... It's almost over, so hurry up and finish this! What are your orders?"
He grinned wickedly. "I order you to make all five of us French kiss you."
"What!?" Superman staggered back several steps. "I...I won't..."
"We've got your identity and weaknesses covered. You want to disobey? Besides, I didn't do anything. I just
told you to obey my orders, right? And that's the end of it!"
After thinking for a while, Superman took turns "tongue-kissing" them, without erasing their memories
. "Alright," finally, it was over.
All five of them felt different. "Hah!" The senior punched Superman's left cheek first, catching him
off guard, and then kicked him in the chest, sending him crashing to the ground. Superman caught the kick that was about to land on his abdomen, and the senior
was thrown to the ground by Superman. Although Superman was attacked and felt pain, it didn't mean he was weaker or only had
one-sixth of his superpowers left. Superman still had his original strength, but they had become like him.
Even if they were evenly matched, Superman wasn't afraid. He immediately gathered energy and became erect again. The senior, unaware of this, was naturally no
match and wisely withdrew.
Superman, who had barely begun to display his arrogance, immediately sensed something was amiss… Even if only he knew about the
energy gathering, facing five of him at once, five Supermen…
“Wait,” he began, but before he could finish, the five vanished from his sight, and he immediately felt himself still
standing, unable to move. “No, you…” Superman tried to break free.
Because the five were too tense and lacked coordination, Superman managed to escape them and temporarily leave the area to consider
his next move. “Don’t let Superman escape!”
As Superman turned and took flight, his cape was forcibly ripped off by two men; almost simultaneously, each of his ankles
was grabbed by another, but Superman’s flying strength was so great that they only managed to tear off his boots. Seeing Superman fly higher and higher, further
away, the senior student leaped and appeared before Superman. Obstructed, Superman reacted quickly, turning and flying straight upwards,
while the senior student reached out and grabbed Superman’s feet, slamming him heavily to the ground. "Strip him naked!"
Before he could even take flight, Superman was grabbed by the men below. Someone punched him in the temple
, and Superman immediately felt dizzy. They then joined forces to remove the Superman costume. "Stop...no..."
Superman couldn't resist.
The naked Superman, while not as muscular as a bodybuilder,
had a perfectly sculpted physique. The best features of every muscle group were concentrated on Superman. The crowd couldn't help but gasp in admiration.
The senior student, meanwhile, calmly dressed himself while observing.
Realizing he was now naked, Superman began to gather energy. His already 20-centimeter limit
grew longer before everyone's eyes. Regaining consciousness, Superman strode forward with a fierce look. A shadow flashed by—who...
The senior student raised his foot and brushed the glans with the heel of his boot, causing Superman so much pain he couldn't scream. He collapsed to his knees,
trembling on the ground.
The senior, dressed in his Superman costume, walked up to the crowd. "Wow! Senior!" "You're so handsome!" "You
're Superman!" "So fitting..."
"Everyone, who's going to get Clark's baton? You're police officers, you can't let Superman's baton
outshine you! You have to show him!"
The senior walked step by step to Superman, stopping. Superman's trembling hand touched the instep of the senior's boot, immediately grabbing and
pressing it, trying to stand up, but he was too weak. The senior held out his hand, and Superman, after grasping it, stood up with the senior's help
.
"Senior, Clark's baton is here!" The senior took it and began wildly striking Superman's "baton."
Superman didn't feel pain, but the visual effect excited everyone.
Superman, having quietly recovered, intervened and stopped the senior's swinging baton. "Even though I'm not in pain, I'm not letting you
hit me like this. Too bad you hit the wrong spot."
"You hit the wrong spot too." The senior shook off Superman's hand. "I deliberately didn't hit you because your weakness
isn't just there."
The senior started moving his lower body, and Superman, whose glans was pressing against his genitals, was stimulated. He tried to
pull back, but the senior grabbed him from the base. "What are you doing…" Superman felt a strange sense of pleasure
.
"Here's the baton!" The senior threw the baton, turning his head away. "How is it? Comfortable?" The senior changed
his position, and Superman just tilted his head back, swallowing hard, unable to answer.
"Clark's baton…" "It's going to be shoved into Superman's ass!" "Isn't it the same person?" One of them
didn't speak, but was preparing.
Superman panicked, alerted by their loud voices. "Let go! Quick, let go!" Superman felt
a chill in his anus, and then it entered! "Ugh! Oh! Ugh..."
The senior student let go, stopped moving, and glanced behind Superman, looking quite pleased. "Clark,
why is your baton stuck in Superman's ass?" The senior student whispered in Superman's ear, "Oh, sorry, I forgot
you're Superman, it's just that the Superman costume is on me now."
For the first time, Superman had been penetrated by something other than a man's genitals, especially his own baton, and
the person in front of him was wearing his Superman costume. Superman felt incredibly humiliated, but even more humiliating was that his powerful lust made him
feel comfortable even in this situation, with his anus already slightly abraded.
Superman finally gave in. "I beg you, give me back my Superman costume, keep my secret, don't use your superpowers for
evil, let everything go back to normal, I beg you..."
Everyone was looking at Superman. The senior student secretly glanced at him and made a decision. He kissed everyone at lightning speed, so fast
they couldn't react and swallowed his saliva, erasing their memories. After the kiss, he also delivered a karate chop,
knocking them unconscious.
Superman was astonished. The senior removed the baton from Superman's anus before speaking: "Junior, you still want
to protect this society? Protect this world?"
"Senior," Superman nodded, "I need my Superman costume."
"Junior, I didn't ask you to be Superman." He put his hands on his hips, "From now on, I am Superman."
"Don't be silly, I am Superman. How can you do without me? Your superpowers will disappear in a week, senior
."
"So I can't do without you, junior." The senior grinned. "Besides the Superman costume belonging to Superman, which you no longer need
, you can keep the secret, we can't use our superpowers for bad things, and we can
continue as before. All you have to do is agree to let me be Superman. My heart is the same as yours, junior, that's why I
changed my mind and helped you."
"Senior, I told you, you can't do without me."
"Of course, I know I can't do without you," the senior almost stood next to Superman, "because I
need to get superpowers from you every week." With that, the senior kissed Superman.
The memory was erased.
Strangely, from then on, Superman remained the same person until a month later, when two
Supermen began to appear in the sky simultaneously.

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