Superman vs. Nuke Man

This was a story commission for one of the top tier patrons - hope you all enjoy! It can also be considered a sequel to the "Problem" trilogy posted previously or a standalone story.

It had been months since the encounter with Lex and his ray-gun had left Clark with a bigger, more muscular body and an attraction towards men - one that he tried to keep contained in order to continue his relationship with the beautiful Lois Lane - but the events still haunted his memories. He couldn’t forget how good it had felt to fuck the young Tim Drake, giving him a musclebound body of his own, and on an all too regular basis Clark allowed himself to get off on those memories. He felt like a deviant each time he did it but there was also something so exciting about the ordeal.

The only time when Clark ever truly felt like his normal self was when he was dressed in the Superman suit performing his usual heroic deeds. Thankfully he had been cured of the mind-altering state that had left him as something of a himbo willing to neglect his heroic duties. Saving the world was Clark’s duty and it was the one thing he knew how to do better than anything else, especially pretending to still be straight or not experiencing attraction to his best friend’s adopted son. As such, when the threat of a new villain known as Nuke Man arose, he was the first hero at the scene and ready to put a stop to the villain’s explosive plans for Metropolis.

Although Clark’s own musculature had been enhanced by Luthor’s new breed of scientific and magical weapon, even he had to admit that Nuke Man was big. He stood at seven feet tall with impossibly broad shoulders and tree-trunk limbs, all attached to a barrel-like torso. If Clark had been one to experience fear than he would have been hesitant about facing down such an opponent but thankfully he had defeated villains far more devious and some even larger than Nuke Man before. This would likely be a run of the mill quick save for him and give him a nice little ego boost in time for his dinner date with Lois later on.

The battle was incredibly hard fought with Nuke Man using his powers to create blasts of radioactive energy that Clark spent as much time dodging as he did landing attacks of his own. Finally he was able to get the villain down onto his knees and delivered a swift elbow that sent Nuke Man falling down onto his book. He was stunned but not entirely out, still writhing underneath Clark who grabbed him by the front of his costume to pull him up. “Your plot ends now,” he growled, ready to deliver a headbutt that would surely knock the villain out for good.

With one final burst of energy Nuke Man attempted to push himself up and out from underneath the Man of Steel. Unfortunately all he succeeded in doing was shuffling forward enough to press his lips against Clark’s, startling both men. They had both felt an energy hop from Clark’s lips to the others and the hero immediately remembered feeling a very similar type of energy back when he had made love to Tim Drake and caused his transformation into a musclebound hunk. Did the same fate now await Nuke Man, making him even bigger? He was almost terrified to consider it.

Stumbling away from the villain, Clark took a moment to consider the fact that a part of him had even wanted to kiss Nuke Man, somewhat aroused by the fact that even despite the man’s huge size he had still been able to dominate the threat and get him knocked down and at his mercy. He recognized it as a leftover from Lex’s weapon and it scared him to an extent as he realized that his homosexual urges were no longer latent but becoming more and more prominent even as he tried to suppress them. Indeed he had even struggled as of late to experience his usual level of sexual attraction to the woman who he had previously been certain that he would marry one day.

Much to Clark’s relief there was no sudden broadening of Nuke Man’s muscles, nor any sign of him becoming a more dominant character. In fact the villain seemed to slowly be losing some of his mass, shrinking in musculature until Clark was sure that he was now bigger than the other. He watched in amazement as the villain’s broad shoulders became more slender and his costume began to hang loosely off of his depleted frame, the pecs no longer standing out to such an extreme, nor did his arms and legs any longer stretch the spandex to their very limits.

Within minutes the once physically-imposing villain had lost nearly all of his muscle definition, leaving him lean and almost fragile in appearance as he wriggled out of the costume that now seemed to be more of a blanket. Having been entirely exposed, the former villain expressed obvious fear as he looked up at Superman who now appeared more dominant than ever. The size difference between them was stark, with Nuke Man now coming up to a height of five-foot-six while Clark stood at the proud height of six-foot-seven, not to mention he was now almost four times as big in terms of mass.

As the former Nuke Man - perhaps Nuke Boy was more fitting for him given his more youthful appearance - stared up at Metropolis’ iconic hero, the fear in his eyes began to turn into something else. It took Clark a moment to recognize it but his cock jolted in surprise when he finally did - it was lust. Much like Lex before him, Nuke Man had become a lustful himbo who wanted nothing more than to worship the big muscles of the hero who had bested him. 

Clark was startled to discover just how much that excited him, knowing he was to blame for the other’s sudden transformation of both body and mind. Had he somehow maintained the powers of Lex’s weapon? Perhaps they had bonded to his DNA or something, leaving him capable of transforming men through physical contact. Did that mean he would be able to do it with any man he came into contact with? Suddenly he was incredibly eager to find out, although he did have the issue of Nuke Man-- Nuke Boy-- to deal with first.

“How do you feel, son?” he asked, taking a step forward and inspecting the other’s lean body. He now appeared to be in his early twenties and possessed an incredibly slender body, although there was still a little definition in his abs. Most notably his ass seemed to have gained more of a perky, rounded shape and his lips also appeared to be somewhat plumper. Perfect for sucking cock, the hungry part of Clark’s mind informed him with delight. The hero no longer had the strength to keep that part of his mind quiet, not that he felt the urge to anymore. It was the heterosexual part of his brain that reminded him that he was in love with Lois that he suddenly wanted to lock away in the back of his mind to be forgotten about.

“I… I feel… different,” the other confessed, a flash of vulnerability in his expression before it was once again replaced by that same deep hunger directed towards Clark. “A good different though. Like I can see everything a bit clearer.” The young man looked at the hero as if he was in the presence of a god and Clark found himself pleased by the suggestion. It was rather unlike him - at least the “pre-Lex” him - but knowing that he was confronted with somebody so willing to act in servitude to him made the Man of Steel almost desperate to take advantage of that willingness. 

Closing the distance between them until mere inches kept them apart, Clark smiled down at the other. “And what is it you see right now?” he asked, his voice dropping deep and husky. He could feel his cock start to stiffen in excitement of the situation, causing a bulging in the front of his already tight blue spandex. There was absolutely no hiding anything - the former villain would clearly be able to see Clark’s arousal and the hero didn’t actually feel bad about that. In fact he wanted it!

“I see… you,” Nuke Boy replied honestly, “Only you… sir.” Falling headfirst into the new submissive nature of his mind, the former villain dropped to his knees. “You deserve to be worshiped like the god you are. It would be be my pleasure sir, if you would allow me!” The young man licked his lips, his arousal almost palpable. It was a delightful sight, one that pushed Clark to his very limits. He knew what the right thing to do was, he simply wasn’t sure if he could bring himself to do as such when such a tempting meal had presented itself to him. “If you’d like me to beg, sir, I can…”

That was the final straw. Clark gave into his newfound carnal desires, shedding the remainder of his heterosexuality as he embraced his need to have lesser men worship his godly body. There was no doubt in Clark’s mind that he was a hero, even if he’d certainly have to end his relationship with Ms Lane. Besides, with both Lex and now Nuke Man transformed into muscle-loving himbos that wouldn’t even dream of hurting anyone, the streets of Metropolis were safer as a result. If anything, Clark was doing yet another heroic deed with his newfound ability!

Grabbing the himbo by the hair, he forced Nuke Boy’s lips against his bulge and let out a growl of desire. Once he had satiated the other man’s need he was looking forward to cleaning up the streets of Metropolis, converting one villain at a time and making sure the population of his city were safer than ever. Ironically it would all be down to Lex Luthor, not that the former business tycoon would ever realize what a positive effect he had actually had in the long run. He was probably too busy sucking superhero cock as if it was his only purpose in life. It wouldn’t really be all that much of a bad thing if there were a few more guys with similar mindsets on the streets, were there?