Superverse

17:44 Indomitable: He was a Kryptionian, just like Superman. But unlike him, he was not a protector of our world. He didn’t care for us. He only cared for revenge and conquest, to make Earth his new home. His New Krypton with the powers bestowed by our sun.

Superman resisted, he fought bravely, but in the end his care for our wellbeing became his fall. He shielded us so much from the damage the other one would otherwise have caused he was weakened and ultimately defeated. And then turned into a servant of him.

Together they destroyed the armies of Earth and laid waste to many cities. What was left of us had no choice but to serve him. Or die at their whim. Years passed and Earth fell ever slowly into despair. Sometimes one of them left for the stars, returning with stories of victories and defeat of other worlds. It seems that they have started carving a stellar empire for themselves. And no one out there has been able to defeat either of them. Which was our hope at first. But that hope slowly dwindled.

Then a discovery of a hidden abandoned lab which was built by Lex Luthor to create weapons against superman brought forth an idea to work for our own salvation. Such an irony that the legacy of the guy who fell in disgrace and hated by many amongst us now might become our salvation.

In secret and through much sacrifice we gathered the resources and tissue samples of fallen heroes and people with abilities, no matter how useful, useless, power or weak they were. All around the world we searched and gathered them here. We researched and experimented on these samples. Made many trials and even more failures, till we finally managed to create a new weapon. Of sorts. We combined all the blood samples, spliced and mixed dna and managed to create a serum. Our hope is that it will create a new superhero with strength, powers and abilities, though we were not sure what kind of powers would manifest. This was all so experimental. We just hoped we would gift someone with the abilities to defeat Man-El. And hopefully not bite us back later. A leap into the dark.
And maybe even free Kal-El. Turn him back into Superman. Or if fail to do so, also destroy him. It pains us to think of it to do so to our former protector, but we want our world to be free. To be able to rebuild and hope for a new future.
Candidates were selected out of volunteers and they received the serum. But they all suffered horribly and died. The project seemed to be a failure.

And now here I was, one of the last volunteers left sitting in a lab where one of the scientists was tweaking the serum, working on a new variation when the alarms went off. And I heard from the panicked voices that they are both here. Man-El and Kal-El found us. Now all hope, what little was left, will be lost.
Unless… I take the serum myself. The final chance. I heard some rumbling shaking the mountain, the big guns and missiles we had hidden around the mountain revealed and being fired upon them. We all knew it was a futile attempt, but still, humans can be a stubborn bunch.

I grab the serum, insert it in an injector, put it against my neck and pull the trigger. It immediately took root and I felt tremendous pain, my body shifting, changing, morphing… I only felt pain and screamed and then the world around me exploded.
Unbeknownst to me that in the meantime Kal-El had thrown a small asteroid into our mountain hide out. The impact pulverizing everything, killing everyone, creating a crater where there once was a mountain and removing every trace of our work.
Except for me.
In the middle of the crater I was kneeling, sweating profusely, my clothes shredded around my body. I looked up and around and was shocked of the surroundings. I couldn’t believe I had survived this.
But I also felt weird. I looked at myself and was surprised even more. At the final hour, the serum had worked. I had grown tall, muscular, ripped and defined and I felt power surging through my body.

But I had no time to admire the fruits of the scientits’ labor, for I sensed other powers above me. I looked up and saw both of them floating in the sky, looking at me. I guess I will have no choice to fight them here and now.
I stood up at full height and stared defiantly back.
The battle for Earth will begin. And at the end either hope or despair will be answered.

06:11 Man-El: Man-El hovered in the air, surveying the mountain below them. He had scanned the mountain with his X-Ray vision, and discovered that his suspicions were correct. They had been clever, this group, covering their tracks as they gathered resources. But nothing escaped the notice of Man-El for long.

The puny humans had gathered here, choosing to defy his rule once again. The mountain was honeycombed with passages, defenses, and soldiers. Man-El himself had once been a soldier.

But Man-El was no ordinary soldier, he was a Kryptonian. A massive man, his incredibly dense and thick muscle popping out of the solid black muscle-hugging uniform he wore, the only adornment being the symbol of the house of Zod proudly emblazoned on his chest.

The Kryptonian had been an elite commando trained on Krypton before the evacuation with General Zod. He had spent his life training in stealth, infiltration, hand to hand combat, battlefield tactics and many more warrior skills. During the evacuation, the powerful proud soldier had been assigned as General Zod's personal bodyguard. During that hectic time, he'd served the General with distinction and pride. When they had woken up on this new world, and marveled at the amazing powers granted by the Earth's yellow sun, they had believed this would be their new home. At least, they had until Kal-El. Man-El's powerful body, his battle-ship strong biceps, his massive armour-plated pecs, his tree trunk thighs tensed and flexed with the rage that filled him at the thought of Kal-El. Man-El had counseled General Zod not to challenge Kal-El, not to allow the thrill of these newfound powers lure him into a false sense of invincibility.

He had argued fiercely, the seasoned soldier explaining that Kal-El had an entire lifetime to master these new found powers. It would be better to retreat, to stay low, until they could match his mastery, but General Zod was so certain. The only reason Man-El had survived the disaster and death of General Zod, the destruction of their ship, was a coincidence. The general had sent his most trusted and skilled commando on a scouting mission to find Superman's fortress when he and Superman had battled.

When he learned of the disaster, Man-El swore he'd get his revenge. The powerful, deadly soldier stayed low for several years, mastering his new found powers with his supreme discipline and dedication. He'd researched his prey with care, following Superman’s exploits and studying visual records of his battles and encounters, of his reactions, and had finally settled on his plan. Superman was powerful, yes, but he lacked Man-El’s training as an elite soldier and fighter. Man-El was counting on his greater experience, once he mastered his newfound powers, to be the deciding factor in a battle between them. A battle to avenge Zod.

And Man-El had indeed secured his vengeance on Kal-El. After a long and epic battle, Man-El had conquered Superman. The defender of humanity, the Kryptonian traitor, the murdered of his beloved General, had been defeated, outmuscled and outfought. And … worse than defeated. For Man-El had used the ancient, forbidden Kryptonian Ritual of Bonding on Kal-El while he lay broken and defeated at his feet. The Ritual of Bonding was a rape so vile it had been banned on Krypton for centuries. It was a rape not only of the body, but the mind and soul. The victim’s very will was crushed, his being becoming infused with a desire to serve and worship his master above all else. And so on that day, Superman had been destroyed… transformed into the willing slave of Man-El.

The bond between them was deep, profound, Man-El’s powerful all-conquering will holding onto his slave with a tight grip. And for Kal-El… the bond was a thing of profound and ongoing delight and joy. When he pleased Man-El, the reward was like a drug, flooding his being with joy. He longed to serve Man-El. To make him proud. To worship him. The memories of his life before the Ritual of Bonding were like a dream, a mirage. A shadow. There was only his desire to serve and worship Man-El.

Kal-El hovered beside him, “Why master do they still resist? For, did you not give them peace? Did you not end all wars? Did you not return with the plunder and riches of other worlds to shower upon your favored? And yet they still wish to be freed of your rule? It makes no sense.”

Man-El nodded. After his conquest of Superman, all the world had risen up against him. But none could stand against the combined might of Kal-El and Man-El. Aquaman, Green Arrow, Green Lantern, Flash, Wonder Woman, Batman, all were now dead and forgotten. Nations had risen up against him… and whole armies had been casually slaughtered, cities leveled. And yet still the humans resisted his benevolent rule. There was no more hunger, no more war, no more uncertainty.

Man-El spoke, “It does not matter. Let them resist. It provides us with amusement and light entertainment. Come, we attack now.”

Man-El began to drill into the mountain, targeting the defenses. Suddenly, all over the mountain peak, guns blasted them with artillery shells as missiles homed in to detonate with earth-shattering explosions. But these did not even scratch the skin of the two Kryptonians. At most they were a minor inconvenience. Man-El had prepared for events like this by towing a series of large asteroids into the Earth’s orbit. He quickly flew up and selected one, his vast muscles rippling with a might stronger and denser than the heart of a sun, driving it down before him into the atmosphere of the Earth. He released it with a final shove and the asteroid plunged into the mountain, releasing a vast mushroom cloud of destruction, sending out a shockwave that obliterated the landscape for miles upon miles.

But when the dust had settled, and the smoke began to clear, there, at the bottom of the mountain, at the now exposed root of the destroyed mountain, in the crater formed by it’s savage destruction, knelt a single man, surrounded by smoking ruins.. Naked. His bare form rippled with vast and enormous muscles. As the two Kryptonians watched, the man stood, and turned gazing at them with defiance in his eyes.

My eyes narrowed. This was interesting. He must have survived by some unbelievable freak of nature. I hovered there, then turned to my loyal slave, Kal-El. “Kill him.”

Kal-El nodded, his face shining with joy at the chance to serve my will. Kal-El plummeted downwards, his eyes beginning to glow, as two beams of intense heat shot forth, the air erupting into wisps of plasma in the wake of the sudden heat of the sun unleashed on the earth, the beams driving down to strike the offending human who dared defy his master’s will.
17:41 Indomitable: I could see Kal-El flying down towards me. And then shoot his heat beam towards me. Guess he was ordered to kill me.
The beams hit my enormous pecs before I could react and the power behind them pushes me backwards, my feet creating 2 small trenches from the force. But after my initial surprise I notice that while my pecs do feel a bit warm, they are not harmed the slightest.

The serum was experimental and the scientists did say they were unsure what the results would be. Normally if a conversion was successful a whole set of tests would be conducted to figure that out. But we never got the time to do so. And I right here right now have no time either. I will have to discover and learn as it goes.

I dig in my feet and stop myself and take the blast and then start walking forward, closing the distance between me and Kal-El still floating a few feet above ground, showing that his attack is not working. Suddenly he stops blasting and closes the distance in the blink of an eye and punches me in the face. I feel my head swivel and my body lifted in the air backwards, flying several hundred feet away before I skid some and land on the ground.
I get up immediately and rub my face. Incredible, I felt the punch and it hurt somewhat but I wasn’t dead. My head wasn’t punched of clean from my body. the serums seems to have given me more then just a big strong body much to my surprise and delight. And by the confused look on Kal-El’s face I guess he expected me to be dead by now.

Again he closed the distance to me and launched a series of fast punches to my head, chest and abs. I felt them dig in into my muscle, but none were crippling. I even blocked some, starting to match his speed and then managed to hit him in the face. The punch was not strong enough to defeat him, far from it, but it did break his focus and forced him to take a step back.

I didn’t waste any time and launched my own attack. At first my punches didn’t do much, he intercepted them or they bounced harmless of those big impenetrable sculpted muscles of his, but I felt getting stronger, wondering if the serum was still running it’s course and my conversion wasn’t finished yet, and then I did manage to slam my fist into his abs strong enough to make him bent over a bit and I hear a faint grunt escaping his mouth. If looks could kill I would be non existent now. He was angry I had gotten to him and the fact that I am still standing must piss of his master.

He rushed behind me, grabbed my head at the back and started flying low, using my body to dig a trench through the land. I felt the rocky ground beating my body and tried to free myself from his assault. I willed myself to stop. And stop I did. Kal-El lost his grip on my head and he continued to fly a bit further before he stopped himself and turned towards me. Then I noticed that I was not standing on the ground, but floating. Wait, floating? Sweet. I can fly. I concentrated and managed to start flying in one direction then make a turn. So coooool… bu… whaa… Aaahh…. slaammmmmmm...

Urgh. What the hell. Before I realized I was crawling out of a crater, a bit dazed of the powerpunch Kal-El had given me while I was preoccupied with trying to learn how to fly. Note to all, don’t get distracted in a fight. Specially not with only bad guys. They don’t have the patience to wait or entertain your discovery.

I saw him rushing towards me and his fist slammed my right pec but this time I held my ground. We exchanged some more blows to each other’s muscled bodies and oddly enough his punches didn’t had quite the strength behind them anymore as the first ones i had received. My muscle taking the punches without much trouble, some didn’t even dent my body anymore as it did in the beginning. But mine did start to dig in into his body. I felt my fists pushing into his pecs and abs ever so slightly, punch his head aside, forcing him to adjust his stance... I was confused, was he already getting weaker? In the past when he still was our protector we saw him on television taking tremendous amount of beating and walk it of. But now I was slowly getting to him.
Till it hit me, he wasn’t weakening, I was getting stronger, starting to match him in speed, strength and endurance. My body was still getting more powerful. The thought encouraged me and I throw in a roundhouse kick with all the strength I had available which sends him flying into the air directly to Man-El.

For a moment I hoped he would slam into him, but he stopped Kal-El with just the one hand effortlessly. And then threw him back to me with even greater speed. I intercepted Kal-El with a power punch straight into his abs, my fist digging into his core, his muscle gut wrapping around my fist, his face contorted from the pain and the power behind it, i keep pushing in the opposite direction and launch him again into the sky. This time he flies past Man-El and nearly disappears into the clouds above.

I launch myself behind him, using my own flight in probably not the most graceful style but I think I figured out the basics enough to use it for my needs. I rush up faster then the speed of my punch and intercept him, wrap both my fists together and slam them on his broad back, my fists digging into his back muscle.
With tremendous speed he falls down and crashes into the ground, creating a crater large enough to fit in a few stadiums.

I descend in front of him while he was slowly getting up on his knees, dazed from my attack and I noticed his suit was torn in some places. I grabbed his head and pulled up his body to level it to my height, his feet bungling in the air.

I knew the goal of the project was to become a superhuman myself. One able to handle both Kryptonians. But right here, right now I was amazed. In the short time the serum did it's work, it had changed me to the point where I had become more powerful than any human ever had been. And strong enough to match Kal-El’s power. the scientists have done excellent work. i now had a chance in my fight defeating Kal-El, which was the dream of many villains, and most likely also quite some former heroes and people in the street.

but right here, right now, I was manhandling him.

Yet I cannot celebrate yet. For it doesn’t look like I have beaten him yet. He might still surprise me. And I still have to deal with the other one who was watching our battle who also was the stronger of the two and i won't know if the serum made me strong enough to defeat him untill i started fighting him.

I started to wonder what he was thinking seeing his servant failing to kill me.

10:00 Man-El: I watched with only the slightest interest as Kal-El moved to turn this freak survivor into a pile of ash, but to my intense surprise and confusion, Kal-El's heat ray vision only pushed the massive muscular man backwards.

But that did not stop Kal-El. I watched with growing surprise, then anger and hot, fiery rage as this over-muscled human freak not only absorbed Kal-El's blows, each of which was enough to atomize a normal man, but began returning them!!

Slowly as Kal-El continued to try and carry out my order, I became aware of another astonishing development. This ... freak human ... was becoming stronger! Linked as I was with Kal-El, I could feel his pain. A pain which began to grow with each new attack from this freak.

Each blow from this freak was beginning to penetrate and even damage the incredibly thick and powerful Kryptonian muscle armoring my slave. And each one of Kal-El's answering blows seemingly was having a lessening impact on this freak.

My fury, my rage began to grow at the defiance of this human. But ... at the same time, along with my fury, a ... fascination began to arise. Perhaps here was one who might be a challenge for my might. I was not yet ready to step in however. This was Kal-El's battle for the moment. I would allow my slave to attempt to please me, for this would give him great joy.

Also, it would allow me to observe the actions of this freak human, to analyse his capabilities and skills, to find his limitations and weaknesses that I might better exploit them.

When the freak kicked my slave directly at me, I casually caught him in one hand, throwing him back, whispering to him as I sent him hurtling towards the freak, "Remember your training Kal-El."

As the freak smashed his fist into Kal-El's abs, I could feel the agony erupt from my slave stronger and fiercer than ever before as the freak's fist actually managed to dent his invulnerable muscled core, sending him smashing across the earth with such power that he created a vast crater upon impact.

I followed after, continuing to observe the battle. My slave was hurt by that last blow, hurt more than at any other time in his career, save when he suffered his defeat at my hands.

I observed as the freak lifted Kal-El's stunned and half concious body off the ground by his hair. His uniform, an outfit of solid black with the symbol of Zod proudly emblazoned upon his mighty chest, was torn, ripped and shredded. I could see actual bruises spreading across Kal-El's abs, and the agony I sensed from my slave was centered there most of all.

And yet, I still did not interfere. Kal-El wanted this.... wanted to defeat this human freak for me, such a victory would give him untold pleasure.

I watched as suddenly, Kal-El's will and determination surged through him like a bursting dam, feel his resolve harden through our link. My wounded slave let out a mighty yell of fury as he drew upon his inner strength to find a second wind.

Kal-El began to recall the training I had given him. The training I had myself received back on Krypton as a commando. His fist blasted forward, and smashed the human freak directly in his throat, a devasting blow that stunned and staggered the human, allowing Kal-El to break free.

I watched with deep interest as Kal-El surged forward after the staggering form of the over-muscled human freak. He reached out one of his arms, to plant his hand on the small of the human's back, while with the other, he plowed it with his full force into the pit of the freak's abs. The idea was for him to brace his opponent, to hold him in place, so that the full force of his Kryptonian might would be absorbed by his foe's body, rather than much of the force being wasted as it blasted his foe away.

I could feel the grim resolve of my slave, the determination to please me at all costs, the surge and pump of his second wind, as he drew deep on his reserves to overcome the battering he had taken.

Again, and again, as he held the human in place, Kal-El drove his fist with all his power and incredible speed, the power to crack a planet, into the human's awesomely armored and muscled abs, looking to dent and damage his core.

18:11 Indomitable: It seems Man-El does not interfere. Kal-El puts his hand at my back and then punches into my abs for maximum effect. I feel his fist drilling onto my abs. I flex them and they visibly contract into 8 deep cut bricks. It seems that his rage is so large his punches are even stronger then before but to my satisfaction my core resists the impacts well. None of them manage to penetrate and destroy my insides. This to even greater frustration of Kal-El. He must be displeasing his Master.

It is clear to me now that the serum has done it’s job. I have become stronger then Kal-El. Time to take him down for good so I can focus on my fight with Man-El.
I grab Kal-El’s right pec and squeeze hard. Digging in my fingers deep, starting to shred the fibers that make up his muscle. A pang of pain appears on his face when I destroy his pec.
And now in a similar way I have anchored him and I return the favor by slamming my fist into his abs and other pec. I feel my fist digging in, shredding his suit. His upperbody naked and sweaty, his abs start reddening and bruises are forming on several places on his once believed impenetrable muscle.

The slugfest between us last for a while. The heavy thuds vibrating the air around us while we try to beat the other senseless. But it is clear to all I can absorb his punches without too much trouble, but mine slowly start to wear him down. He looses his composure and screams with rage, forgets his training and now uses both his fists to pummel my upper body, but I take the punches or intercept and push them aside, not even moving an inch from my spot. I stop his latest punch midair and starts squeezing his hand, feel his bones breaking, his scream of pain ends his rampage on my body.
A part of me feels pity for him. Our once great protector, reduced to this state. But I cannot waiver, I need to end this now.

I let go of his destroyed pec and powerslam into the other. He flies hard over the ground, creating another trench in the ground and in the distance he slams into the side of a mountain, cracking it in 2. Where there was once 1 peak, there are now 2.
I hoped I had knocked him out with that, but alas, a deafening roar echoes from horizon to horizon and I see him flying to me at great speed, his one good fists pulled behind him. I see what he wants to do and I too fly towards him with my fist readied. This will be the final punch to determine who of us will win.

Our bodies collide and our fists slam into eachother’s face. All momentum of our bodies stop abruptly. A massive shockwave, unleashed by our combined punch, expands from our bodies levelling the surroundings. Even Man-El had to brace himself from the force behind it.
And then only silence falls. Kal-El and I are standing dead still, our fists buried in eachother’s face. This lasts for a moment, then a quiver runs over Kal-El’s body and slowly his fist releases my head and the arm falls aside his body which itself collapses to the ground in front of me. Kal-El was knocked KO by my punch.

I took a moment to look at myself. Such a massive body, bristling with power. And though I got a tremendous beating I felt no pain nor did I see any bruises. Heck I was not even sweating or feeling tired compared to Kal-El’s body who was battered, bruised and sweaty. Maybe I do stand a chance against Man-El. At least a better one then Superman did in his moment.

I grabbed Kal-El by the neck and lifted us up in the air. Slowly I flew towards Man-El. I stopped in front of him, my eyes staring straight into his where I saw contained anger boiling. I guess he did not expect this turn of events. I rose up my arm between us showing Kal-Els limp body and then I let loose, a few seconds pass till his body unceremoniously falls to the ground where he would remain for the remainder of the fight between me and Man-El.

Both of us staring intently. Time passes by and neither of us move a bit. Only a mild wind making any noise in the wide surroundings. A moment calm. Yet that moment could not last.

15:41 Man-El: I hover impassively over the crater that had become the latest battleground between my slave and this freak. I can feel the determination and resolve burning like an inferno inside of Kal-El as he launched his counterattack.

Smashing blow after smashing blow from Kal-El's thunderous fists drive into the freak's core, but it does not appear to be penetrating the thick muscle armor of our foe.

I can feel Kal-El's pain as if it were my own, the shock, the agony, and the disbelief shared between us both as this strange human begins to do the impossible... Decimate my slaves powerful Kryptonian muscle. The strength required to shred his pecs, to pulverize his invulnerable abs was vast, unbelievably vast. Previously, only I had managed to cause such injury to Kal-El.

In his panicked state, I can feel Kal-El forgetting everything I have taught him, resorting to sheer uncoordinated blow after blow in an attempt to beat this human freak down. But ... as I watched with a growing rage, it was my slave who was beaten down. His uniform shredded, his mighty pec, destroyed, nearly torn off the bone, his hand shattered, his abs turned to a mass of bruised and broken muscle.

Finally, I watch as my slave emerges from the shattered remnants of the mountain where the human freak had thrown him. I can feel agony, pain searing through my bond. He is hurt, badly hurt. But his resolve, his desire to please me rises with an equal intensity. He hurls himself at the human, his good fist extended for a blow to finally end this freak.

The shockwave of the their impact rips across the landscape, tossing boulders in the air, flattening trees for miles.

I watched, but I already knew what had happened. As the dust settled, my slave, once known as Superman, slowly toppled backwards to collapse unconscious to the ground. This freak human had done the impossible. Knocked him out.

How dare he... how dare this freak destroy and dominate MY SLAVE? How dare he challenge MY POWER. Rage boiled inside me hotter and hotter.

This ... freak ... had the sheer gall to approach me, holding my unconcious, bleeding, and broken slave in one hand. He hovers right in front of me, before dropping Kal-El like a bag of garbage, his broken body tumbling to the floor of the crater, motionless.

I stare into his eyes, fury boiling inside me. Time seemed to pass as I hovered there before my foe. His muscled frame appeared as though it were carved from solid marble, every muscle steel-cut, radiating strength and awesome power, despite the battle he had just endured. The size of his chest was awesome, and the ridges on his thick-cut hard-muscled abs were sharply defined. His biceps resembled the guns of a battleship, and the expression on his face was full of confident defiance.

Long moments passed between us, caressed only by the lightest of breezes.

As the moment stretches and stretches, I feel myself mentally preparing for combat. Every sense became heightened, my awareness sharpened, and time itself seemed to slow. Then, between one moment and the next, I struck.

Without warning, I suddenly leaned forward, and locked my mouth onto his, moving in a blur, I expand my lungs, drawing the air out of his body in one split second inrush of breath. Let us see how this freak handles having the very breath ripped out of his lungs.

I break off the kiss all at once, and seize hold of his ankle. I spin in place with such sheer speed that a whirling vortex takes ship, and staggers off across the landscape. I continue to rotate, faster and faster, exceeding the speed of sound many times over, before finally releasing my foe's ankle, driving him deep down towards the earth with unbelievable force.

The impact is colossal, the sheer kinetic force sending another shockwave across the landscape, more powerful than the last one, as the very earth fountains up in a geyser of stone and dirt, the freak's body driven into a vast, deep, steep sloped impact crater.

In the wake of his impact, I drive down after him, both fists held in front of me as I drop like an avenging comet, to smash both my fists into his abs with a force far greater than any of Kal-El's blows.

I am Man-El. Conqueror of Superman. Mightier than Superman. Ruler of Earth. I am in the full prime of my might, and I will NOT BE DEFIED.

18:16 Indomitable: His sudden kiss surprises me. For a moment I got all wrong thoughts till I realized he was sucking the air out of my lungs. And I was too surprised to stop him. Feeling out of breath in the literal sense I could not stop him from grabbing me by my ankle and started swinging me so fast I broke the sound barrier, actually getting dizzy and unable to resist his attack I crash creating the largest crater so far.

Then you crash into me, your fists dig into my abs. luckily I managed to flex them in time. Still I feel your tremendous power pushing hard on my abs. You are way more powerful then Kal-El. No wonder he lost the battle years ago. Luckily my changed body is tough enough to take the punch without too much trouble. Though I feel my abs denting slightly.

With my body you bore a hole deeper into the planet’s crust. I start countering your push with my own flight ability, slowing you down till finally you lose momentum. I push you of me, the narrow of the hole we dug meant I slammed you against the wall opposite of me. It cracks and I see redhot molten liquid pouring through. I now notice the intense heat surrounding us and hear rumbling sounds behind the walls of the hole. We must have dugged nearly through the entire crust of the planet to the mantle layer with its magma.

With lightening speed I grab your body and turn it around, slamming your head into the wall, enlarging the hole where some magma was leaking through. I pushed my body against yours, my strength keeping you locked in place and with both my hands I grabbed your jaw and stuck my fingers into your nose and pulled your mouth open and feed you the hot searing magma, forcing you to swallow it, hoping that it will hurt your insides and weaken you. After some gulps I feel your power increasing and you start pusing us away from the wall.

Immediately I turn you around again, the magma flying around from your face and I punch to jour chin that slams your mouth shut and launches your body up through the hole.
The bottom of the hole now filling with magma, flowing around my legs I launch myself upwards too, pursuing you. Halfway meeting you up and start pounding your abs and chest, every punch increasing in strength, I feel that I am making some headway into those insanely hard muscle of you. I keep slamming you further up till we reach the surface again. Where we both soar out of the hole into the sky where I pull of a roundhouse kick against your face, kicking it away, your body following suit and I see you rushing towards the ocean where you slam through the containers stacked on deck of a container ship, coming out the other side and create a huge splash when your body hits the ocean surface.

12:54 Man-El: My fists drive into this human freak's heavily muscled abs with terrific force, and yet though I can feel his armored and awesomely ridged ab bricks buckle beneath the impact, they do not give way before my might.

I realize then that this man is my equal. A worthy challenger. I will need to draw upon every ounce of my strength, my skill, and my unbreakable resolve to defeat him.

I drive him deeper and deeper, and yet he begins to resist me with his own gravity defying ability to fly. I am smashed suddenly into the smoking wall of the rocky pit I intended to be the human's grave.

He assaults me with a speed and power that equals my own incredible reflexes. Before I have a chance to react, my head is smashed through the shifting, rumbling wall of the pit, and submerged in hot searing magma. The heat is intense, and I can feel my uniform begin to sear and char around my shoulders. The heat smashes into my head, and I can feel the discomfort beginning to build as my skin is exposed to molten rock. Small burns starting to sprout across my Kryptonian epidermis.

I start to pull myself free, but once again I'm shocked by the man's speed, as his hand forces my mouth open, cruelly hooking my nose. Hot magma starts to fill my mouth, burning my tongue, gums, and the roof of my mouth with the searing liquid. I let out a scream of agony, which escapes as a sonic gurgle through the hot magma, but before I swallow any and do damage to my vitals, I force the air out of my lungs in a steady stream, pushing the magma back, forcing it out of my mouth.

I push back against my foe, having focused through the pain, turning to face him, but again, his speed is astounding. His fist smashes into my chin, and I am blasted upwards, the inside of my mouth and upper throat burned and causing me great pain.

As I am fighting to regain control of my hurtling body, he intercepts me, unleashing a savage volley of insanely powerful blows to my the proud, combat-forged thicker and harder than steel, chest and abs, muscles which have withstood a nuclear detonation, muscles which shrugged off Kal-El's sustained heat vision.

But the force that assaults them now is beyond belief, and I can actually feel the beginning of pain and possibly even bruising as his fists drive into my invincible muscle, each impact of his fist causing shockwaves to ripple through my ultra-dense Kryptonian muscle fibres.

I am gathering my will and strength, preparing to counter his relentless assault, when we emerge back above ground, and with one well placed kick to my head, my body is sent hurtling far off. The impact of his boot to my jaw causes spots to dance in front of my eyes and agony to knife through my invulnerable jaw. I loose track of several moments, before I plow through the crowded deck of a container vessel to splash into the ocean, the impact sending out a vast tsunami in all directions, the incredible wave toppling the container ship as though it were a child's toy in a bathtub.

The impact of the water, brings me to my senses, my mind snapping back into focus. I find myself now in the ultimate battle for supremacy. It is time for me to rise to the challenge. I push aside the aches and bruises from my battered torso, the burns from my mouth, the aching in my battered jaw, and focus.

I scan the horizon with my Kryptonian vision, scanning through the vast wave spreading out, and catch sight of my human foe coming to investigate my fate. Quickly, gathering all my might, I surge towards the rear of the vast wave created by my impact. My eyes glow as I approach the rear of the wave, and suddenly, just before impact, my heat vision sears forth, touching the ocean wave briefly with the power of the sun. The intense heat atomizes the water, the temperature differential and the sudden creation of vast quanities of free hydrogen and oxygen as the water broke down under the intense energy, created an enormous explosion at the base of the wave, sending the water suddenly surging up to engulf my human foe as he came down to investigate.

Without wasting a moment, I drew in my breath and drawing all the heat out of the air, released it in a sub-zero blast directly at the huge quantity of water that had momentarily surrounded my foe.

Within an instant, the mighty human freak was encased in a vast chunk of ice. I caught the chunk of ice in my outstretched arms, my battered and bruised muscles rippling with might as I suddenly shot up into the air, and then with a might scream, hurled the ball of ice down towards the pit where we had fought.

The ice smashed into the magma pooling at the bottom of the deep pit, and again, there was another explosion, an explosion so vast the earth itself screamed in agony as the ice and magma met and detonated. There was a vast eruption of rocks, earth, vast boulders, and jets of molten magma, the force of the explosion creating a new volcano, and there, hurtling up, in the middle of the searing jets of magma reaching to touch the sky, I spied my human foe.

i came at him from behind while he was still recovering his bearings, timing my impact with precision, my two fists slamming directly into the small of his back, right over his kidneys. By the time I impacted, I had already broken the sound barrier and the force unleashed was extraordinary, a huge shockwave once more ripping across the tortured landscape.

My impact had bent his body double, jacknifing him across my fists as they drove into his spine. We hurtled towards the earth, at a shallow angle, the force of my flight driving him before me. We smashed at last into the earth, my fists drilling into the small of his back, using him as a battering ram, not far from a major city, creating a vast trench that spewed earth and stone high into the air.

Then, just before we began to slow, I reached out, removing my fists from the small of his back, reaching forward with one hand to seize his face from behind in a savage and brutal claw, my fingers like spikes as they dug into his temples and his jaw.

My other hand drifted downward, to seize one of his thick, hard muscled quads, again, my fingers savagely spiking into his awesomely muscled leg.

I came to a halt, at the end of the vast trench created, adjusting my position, maneuvering my boots against the small of his spine. Then, sitting back upon the ruined and shattered earth, I PULL back on his head, and PULL back on his quad, starting to bend him in half across my boots, in a savage and brutalizing bow and arrow hold, seeking to double down on the devastation I unloaded on him when I struck the small of his back from behind in the aftermath of that eruption.

I let out a roar as I focus all my energy, all my vast Kryptonian might to this one task... breaking my foe. Snapping him in two as I pulled him back further and further across my boots as they dug deeper and deeper into his spine. He was mighty, and his strength was enormous... but so was mine.

I could feel the effects of my efforts, I could feel his muscles slowly begin to weaken in the face of my terrible hold. I WILL BREAK HIM!!! I can still feel the aching and soreness from my own bruised and battered abs and pecs, the burns on the inside of my mouth still throbbing with agony, the aching in my jaw from his colossal kick. But all of that fades into the background as I focus harder and harder, my muscles flexing and trembling as my incredible will is brought to bear. Suddenly, there is a small ripping noise, as my uniform covering my right bicep splits suddenly, my awesome bicep swollen to such a degree from the might I am bringing to bear that my uniform can no longer contain it.

Veins are popping out all over my body, as my muscle is flexed to the max, and beyond.

Then, I spy his ass ... directly in my line of sight, his naked ass beckoning me. I concentrate, and then, as I fight to break him in half, I unleash my heat vision, directly at his ass, the twin beams of fire, as hot as the surface of the sun, far more powerful even than Kal-El's heat vision, stab forth, smashing with ultimate power directly at the fortress gates of his asshole, seeking entry to burn and sear him from the inside out.

14:40 Indomitable: I hover over the ocean, trying to find any trace of you. Unfortunately I do not seem to have any super tracking skills. Or at least I haven’t developed them yet. The results of the serum are unknown, so who knows what other powers are still locked or hidden inside of me.

Then suddenly I am caught in a gigantic fountain of salt water which is flash freezes before I could even move a muscle even in my enhanced state.
Though frozen I was still conscious and slowly started to pump up my body, trying to muscle myself out of here. You however did not waste any time and lifted up the iceberg I was trapped in, flew o the hole which was being filled with magma from the Earth’s mantle and throw me into it. The collision between the hot magma and cold ice created a pressure point which the Earth could not contain and the energy created in the interaction exploded and pushed out the ground, making the beginnings of a new volcano which was going to continuously grow, ravaging the desolate lands around it for years before it would finally calm down.
My body was shot out into the air, the interaction between the cold, the warm and the explosion battering my body hard.

You intercept my body and start pounding on my lower back, your rage fuelling your strength, you start pushing your fists into my thick back muscle, hitting my kidneys, paralyzing my body. Guess I am still susceptible for that kind of move. If one manages to penetrate my muscle armour.
your flight pushing me to th ground, flying into all kinds of objects slamming against my body, starting to dig a trench, I see us coming closer and closer to a city which is still populated by humans.
I again use my flight power to counter yours already having proven to be a match against yours. I manage to stop us at the edge of the city. The rumbling and rocky debris hitting the buildings at the outskirts where panic breaks out and the people run for their lives away from us.

But your attack is relentless. You do not give me a moment rest. Immediately you grab my head and feet and start bending my body like a bow. Ever more and more you bend me. I feel my body being stretched. The pain surging through me. But that pain was nothing compared to when you suddenly unleash your hellish heatwave upon my ass, concentrating at my gloryhole.
the initial attack surprises me and burns some of my insides before I flex my glutes, now acting as a shield against your heat ray. I feel my ass warming up under the intense blast of your eyes.

I must react. I must fight back, if not he will destroy me in mere minutes.
I take a deep breath. Getting much needed oxygen into my blood and then start flexing my body in a most muscular move the bodybuilders do. Making sure every fibre of my body tenses, increases its power to the maximum. And I manage to stop you bending my body further. I even pull my body back down a bit, reducing the pressure somewhat. But I am still trapped in your unrelenting grip.
I need something more. Something to counter yours. I try to focus on myself, sense my body, clear my mind and see if I have any other powers or abilities. At first nothing happened beyond me struggling in your assault. Then I sense my hands tingling. Blue flames appearing and vanishing. Curious about what that was I focus on my hands and the feeling returns, the small flame n the palm of my hand remains. I look at it and will it to become bigger, stronger, which it does. I mentally force all my power into my hands and the flames erupt from my hands, growing, spreading over my body, surrounding the environment and swallowing me and Man-El. I feel the intense heat emanating from these strange blue flames, but while hot, the flames do not harm my body for these flames are my friend.

The same cannot be said for you. Fort I hear you scream. And suddenly my ass is no longer targeted by your heatwave and I am released from your bow and arrow hold. My chest and legs fall to the ground and I turn around while keeping the flames active and I see how a small cyclone of flames is swirling around you, licking at your costum, burning it away and leaving scorchmarks behind.
The intensity of my flames so large even a kryptonian body cannot fully resist it.

Emboldened I push out my arms, the palms of my hands targeting into the direction of your chest and the flames are shifted into a constant beam slamming into your chest.
The force so great it blasts you into the sky.

Sensing an advantage I lift off immediately and keep you targeted with my flames, increasing my speed while pushing you ever higher with them. And mere seconds later we leave the planet’s atmosphere and our speed has increased so much we fly many times faster then the speed of sound heading towards the moon. Oddly enough my flames do not wink out of existence due to lack of oxygen. So they cannot be standard flames from a woodfire. Not that such a fire would even harm you. It must be made up of something else.

The void of space so cold that it actually helps my body. I feel my ass cooling of from the intense heat blast you had unleashed upon it.

Our velocity so great that we reach the moon in a mere moment where your body is slammed into the surface, forming the largest crater on this side of the moon. And my body slams on you, using you as my cushion.

Sitting on your naked loin, for my flames had burned away every bit of your costume, I pin your legs with mine and wrap the flames around my fists and start pounding your head, chest and abs. a furious barrage of punches that dig into your muscle wall and leave scorch marks.

I end up with moving my right fist wide behind me and unleash every bit of power and strength I have and slam it into your abs, digging in deep, pushing your body into the moon with such a force, your body digging a hole to the centre of the moon and beyond.
Massive cracks expand from the hole and one in particular expands so much, it encompasses the entire moon. And before I realise it the moon breaks in 2. The 2 halfs moving away from each other by several hundred miles with inbetween countless of small and bigger rocks filling the gap between them.

I just cracked the moon in 2 and one half of Earth was able to see this event from the surface of the planet wondering what was going on up there.

My heart beating hard from the exertion i was searching for you. Hoping that i have done some good damage, or maybe even taken you out?
15:50 Man-El: My body is flexed to the max as I focus my heat vision on my foe's asscrack. At first, the twin spears of fire erupting from my eyes penetrate inside his ass crack, I can feel him flinch as they start to inflict damage, but he soon flexes his ass shut. His glutes are incredible, massive mounds of muscle denser and thicker than the heart of a star.

But I can't keep up my full strength and use my heat vision and full power simulataneously without draining my reserves of energy and power. I can feel myself slowly starting to weaken as I strive to penetrate those awesome glutes. As I weaken, I feel a sudden surge of strength ripple through my foes body, and suddenly, his muscles hulk up, and I find myself unable to bend him any further.

I let out a roar of frustration, trying harder ... but ... he will not budge! I had weakened myself too much trying to bring my full strength and my heat vision to bear simultaneously. Yet, I will not relent... if I can dig deeper into the depths of my reserves of power and strength, I CAN BREAK HIM.

Then, suddenly, his hands reach back, and blue flames erupt from this human's hands, enveloping his body in the intensely blue fire. Unbelievably, I can feel the heat from those flames begin to sear my hands as I held his body, and a moment later the flames surged forth, wreathing me in their eerie blue glow. The flames.... were not particularly hot, I could feel that ... and yet, they burned. Worse than anything I had every felt before. I screamed as new-found agony seared the layer after layer of ultra-dense awesomely powerful Kryptonian muscle armoring my body.

My uniform began to smoke and smoulder, burning away by this strange blue fire. Burns began to appear all over the thick contours of my heavy muscle. I was forced to release my foe, and my heat vision cut out as pain wracked my being.

I fight to contain the agony of those flames when suddenly I see my foe rise up, and direct both his hands towards my chest, the flames erupting from his hands to form a huge column of fiery force, blasting my up into the sky, slamming into my two awesomely muscled pecs, pecs that have withstood a nuclear blast, begin to erupt in searing agony. The pain is unlike anything I have ever felt before. I can feel my pecs start to throb, then glow with the intense energy that is directed at them.

Before I even realize what is happening, my back smashes into the moon, the earth hanging low in the distance. The impact sends debris blasting in all directions, creating a vast new crater on the lunar surface.

Then, my foe is on top of me, sitting astride my now naked form, the last vestiges of my uniform burnt away by that strange blue flame. Fist after fist begins to slam into my muscle, each blow delivered not only with a force and power I've never felt before, but also with another surge of that strange blue fire that seems to be encasing my foe's fists like some kind of bizarre fiery gauntlet.

Each blow both burns my body and unleashes massive blast of force to rip through my proud Kryptonian muscle, subjecting them to more punishment than they have ever endured before. For the first time since leaving Krypton, my muscles begin to take severe damage, the blows starting to penetrate into my massive pecs and my awesomely armored abs, denting, bruising, and ravaging them with fire and force.

Then, there is one final blow that drives down with the force of a planet buster directly into the center of my abs. The shockwave of force rips through the unbroken wall of my mighty abs, the force pulverizing my proud abs, leaving destruction and devastation in the wake of that impact, my abs buckling, my mighty ab wall begins to collapse. But even against that mighty force, my abs hold... but only barely. Only by the barest of threads.

The pain is on entire new levels for me, and my entire body is only barely hanging on, covered in burns and savage, deep bruises. My proud muscle nearly broken.

I might have even lost conciousness for a moment or two. The next thing I know I'm floating amidst the broken wreckage that was once the moon. Realization hits me ... that last attack of his drove me right through the very centre of the moon itself.

Suddenly, a fury burns inside me. The earth is MINE. The moon is MINE. This human... dares to challenge my might? As I float through the wreckage, as my mind is assaulted by the agony searing my nearly broken muscles, I scan the area, my X-Ray vision finding my foe hovering just beyond the debris field.

I focus, using my rage as a fuel source for my determination and resolve. I find the calm center of the hurricane, the eye of the storm, my pain and fury circling the center of my awareness as I focus. I'm in bad shape, my energy reserves are badly depleted. I only have enough for one more attack before I will be helpless. But... I see a way.

I begin to accelerate, holding my fists out in front of me. I have one advantadge.... My foe does not appear to have the same ability to see through solid objects that I do. I have to use this. In the vacuum of space, I can accelerate at an incredible rate of speed. My body is aching, screaming at me, racked with agony, but I channel that pain, focus on it, feed off of it.

There is a large chunk of the moon directly between myself and my foe. Suddenly, the chunk explodes as I smash into the backside of it, and I hurtle forward, towards the huge muscled form of the impossibly strong man. I am moving so fast, I am just a blur. My hand is outstretched, and suddenly as I approach my foe, I adjust my course, reach out my hand, and SEIZE hold of his massive, ample package. My fingers close about his cock and balls, using them as a handle, as I crush down on them, dragging him with me, counting on the sheer agony of that move to keep him from bringing his mighty strength to bear.

I turn my course directly towards the sun, dragging him along with me by his balls. As I get closer and closer, the yellow rays of the sun become stronger and stronger, rejuvenating me, replenishing my nearly depleted reserves of strength. My body begins to slowly heal, but this will take time, so great is the damage my opponent has inflicted on my Kryptonian muscle armor.

But undeterred, I angle in closer and closer to the sun, my opponent dangling from my deadly grip by his cock and balls. I skirt the edge of the sun's surface. The sheer heat is nearly at the limit of what my Kryptonian muscle can endure, but this is partially offset by being in such close proximity to the energizing rays. I drag my opponent's body through the molten surface of the sun itself, blasting away from the sun on the far side, headed directly towards Mercury, which happened to be on the other side of the Sun.

Mid-flight, I adjusted my grip, wrapping my arms around his from behind, pinning those massively muscled arms to his sides, and gripping my hands together across the vast expanse of that muscled chest. I started to SQUEEZE as I propelled us forward. I wrapped my legs around his from behind, splitting them in a grapevine. Then, at a speed beyond belief, I drove him chest first into Mercury, the power of our speed so vast that it impaled the planet in a flash, driving out the other side, using my foe's body as a human battering ram, forcing him to absorb the full power of that impact.

The feeling of his incredible muscle against my bruised and battered chest, the sheer power and presence of my foe reached deep into my being, and suddenly, my cock, which was surfing his ass, became harder than neutronium, aching to penetrate those two globes, my Kryptonian pre-cum starting to leak. I went into a tight orbit around the sun, as my body became super charged with solar energy.

The heat of the sun was matched by the rising lust inside my body. My foe, his strength, his defiance, aroused me .... to entirely new levels. This man and I ... we ... were drawn to one another.

I roared, unleashing my supercharged might in my rear bearhug, the crushing force of my incredible Kryptonian muscle driving into his body and his arms with enough power to crush the heart of a sun as my dick began to explore the crack of his ass, seeking entry, driving, pounding upwards.

Published: 2021-12-04, viewed 91 times.