Superboy tortured

“Selina, what the hell?” You uncharacteristically swear, shocked by what you see.

An Adonis built young man, barely of college age, but with the most chiseled muscular male-model like body you have ever seen is bound spread eagle on some insidious looking **** table made of cruel looking metal gears and pulleys. He has been stripped completely naked save for steel electrodes screwed over his nipples and the base of his huge rigid cock and scrotum sack have been wrapped with black cable wires.

The eighteen year old valiantly, but vainly, tries to fight back screams of agony as a sonic drill fires searing blue cracking bolts of some strange energy into his private regions. You shudder in horror as you watch pre-ejaculation fluid seep briefly from his tortured dick only to be cruelly cut off by the constricting of the cables, tightening around his cock and balls. The drill fires another shock, followed by another, as the muscular prisoner is **** into a continuous state of starting an orgasm without the finishing release of ejaculation.

A beautiful redheaded woman wearing black vinyl gloves, a revealing corset and black thong looks over her shoulder at the bound man with a barbarian-god like body and gives a sadistic smile as she increases the drill's setting.

“Kon-El, you will be allowed to cum.” She grins with a beautiful rich Irish accent, “Once you tell us Superman's secret identity.”

Superboy screams as the drill fires again into his cock while the cables tighten even more.

You look away in shock and then back down at your wife, remembering how she has mused in the past about how much Superman's identity would be worthy and how it might be fun to steal it. Her thoughts, however, are clearly on other things as she is busily debasing herself with her hands and the vibrator.

“What a body.” Selina groans as she masturbates. “A cock of steel, indeed.”