While the rest of the junior superheroes were out on patrol, Super boy and the Green Lantern were looking forward to a much-needed day off. 

Clark Kent and Hal Jordon planned on hanging out at pool that was part of the Justice League headquarters.  Clark in his signature red speedo, while Hal wore green.  Lying in the sun, the two young men's lounge chairs were turned so they faced each other, chair backs tilted up, slightly.  Hal had on dark mirrored sunglasses and was pretending to be asleep.  He hid a smile as he saw Clark checking out his feet.  He had always had a suspicion the boy of steel had a thing for his feet.  Hal decided it was time to confirm it.  He wiggled his toes and noticed Clark's gaze never left his feet.  Then it happened, Clark seemed to realize that he was staring, locked on Hal's feet.  Then he also realized, his red speedo started getting tighter.  Hal watched as Clark pushed down the beginnings of a hard on and suddenly pulled his legs up to his chest, in hopes of hiding it.  Hal took off his glasses and smiled at Clark.  Hey Clark, couldn't help but notice you checking out my feet.  Pointing at Clark's speedo, Hal said that it looked like someone was a little turned on.  Clark got immediately defensive, said, no way dude, and jumped up off the lounge.  Pissed off, Clark started to fly away. 

He got up about 20 feet, held his position, looked down at Hal and said "Hal, you know I'm not into dudes or feet, so you better not say anything to any of the others.  Hal just laughed.  Hey Clark, how about this- why don't we test my theory?  Clark just laughed and was about to fly off, but Hal stopped him.  He said that he just experimented on something new and he could use it to help Clark realize he had a foot fetish.  Clark, being the boy of steel just said, dude, there is nothing you can do to me to test your idiot theory.  So, Clark, you're cool with it?  Clark, arms folded across his chest said, yeah, sure, whatever.  Hal sat up, pointed his ring, a green light shot out, a direct hit to Clark's crotch.  Clark looked down to see a bright green athletic cup form over his red speedo.  Then he felt it, his balls started to throb, and he started to feel his strength leaving his body.  Hal looked up and said that he had taken a tiny piece of Kryptonite, ground it up and put it into his green lantern, the source of his power.  So now, the cup over Clark's package was green energy, fused with Kryptonite. 

Clark could feel the rest of his body gaining power from the yellow sun.  But, at the same time, it was being pulled out, through his balls, along with the rest of his super powers.  Not only could he not fly away, he started wobbling in the air and finally came crashing to the ground, face down, on the pool deck.  All he could think about was getting away.  So, he lifted himself up on his hands and knees, and tried to crawl.  Hal saw his opening as Clark tried to put distance between himself and his fellow superhero.  When Clark shifted his knee forward, Hal pointed his ring.  Another beam of Kryptonite laced green energy went between Clarks legs, finding its target, Clark's boy balls, hanging down, in the tight Lyca.  This time, Hal increased the amount of energy and watched as Clark rolled over, onto his back, cupping his precious nuts.  Having never felt this before, Super Boy was amazed and now understood how regular dudes felt, when taking a nut shot.  Hal acted quickly, he pointed his ring again, one green beam broke into 4, forming green ankle and wrist restraints. 

Clark felt his arms and legs pulled apart, and green spikes fastened the restraints to the stone floor, leaving him helpless, spread eagle.  Clark looked up as Hal walked over, looked down and smiled.  Clark watched as Hal kneeled down, and put his finger, under the sole of his right foot.  Hal ran his finger, up and down, under the arch.  Clark howled as the finger tickled him.  He squirmed, but was held down by the kryptonite laced restraints.  Hal did the same to Clarks left foot, then moved up.  First, he sat on his chest and tickled his pits and sides.  Clark with hardly had any energy, just lay there, laughing hysterically.  Hal then moved lower.  Clark looked over his flat stomach, over the bulge in his speedo and looked at Hal, kneeling between his legs.  Clark had to admit, Hal was hot.  He watched as Hal used his fingers to tickle Clark's inner thighs.  Clark's face immediately turned red, he looked nervous, and Hal saw why.  Super Boy was starting to bone up in the red speedo.  Hal ran his finger higher up Clark's inner thigh, and lightly grazed his balls.  Clark thought it felt like electricity running through the part of his nuts Hal's finger touched.  Clark tried to close his legs but couldn't, wanting to do anything that would stop Hal from having access to his balls, trapped in the tight speedo.  Totally humiliated, he got harder still.  Clark begged Hal to stop, thinking the only good thing about losing his power was that if he didn't, he was sure his hard on would have ripped the thin lycra and he would have been left lying there, naked. 

Hal then stood up, standing between Clarks legs, Clark lifted his head up so he could see.  Hal took his right foot, and using the ball of his foot, placed it on Clark's boner.  Clark felt his hard on twitch and was sure Hal felt it too because Hal told Clark he wanted him to admit he was into what was happening.  Clark looked at Hals foot, the few golden-brown hairs on each toe pressing down on his crotch.  Clark moaned; he couldn't help it.  While it was embarrassing, he felt he had no control over his manhood.  Hal used his toes, rolling Clark's boy balls first, then shifted to his hard on. 

Clark started to lift his hips to push into Hal's beautiful foot.  But Hal wanted him immobile.  So, he pointed his ring and two hooks, appeared on Clarks sides.  They went through the sides of his speedo, down, connecting to the pool deck.  Clark just lay there, his speedo holding him to the floor, unable to stop Hal.  Clark begged Hal to stop but this only made Hal press more on the super hero's nut sack and hard on.  Suddenly, without warning, Clark tried to buck his hips, and when he did, it pulled the speedo tighter.  Hal's foot did its job.  Clark felt himself cumming, into the red speedo.  Hal just smiled as a dark stain formed, over Clarks outlined package.  Just as Clark thought he was done, Hal pushed his foot into Super boy's balls, bounced them and got his fellow superhero to pump out just a couple more drops.  His humiliation was complete, or so he thought.  Clark asked to be released, but Hal had another idea.  He used his ring again.  Hal left Clark's legs spread but changed the position of his hands.  he now had Clark, sitting up, legs apart, arms pulled over his head.  The first thing Clark noticed was how helpless he was. 

He looked up to see Hal pulling up a chair, sitting right in front of Clark.  Hal was again smiling again.  Clark had never been in this position before and Hal was taking full advantage of it.  First, Hal leaned forward and tickled the brown hair under Clark's arms.  Each of Hal's fingers ran from his pits, down his sides.  He convulsed, laughing, no choice.  Hal then sat back, then took his left foot, and pressed it into Clarks exposed balls.  Next, he lifted his right foot and put it in Clark's face. 

Hal told Clark to open up, that he wanted Super Boy to suck his toe.  Clark quickly refused but he felt himself growing again, in the tight speedo, at what was taking place.  He knew Hal saw it too.  Hal said- Clark, we both know you're into this so just open up and suck my toe.  Not going to ask you again.  The boy of steel refused until Hal shot his foot forward and caught Clark square in the balls.  When Clark yelped in pain, he opened his mouth, allowing Hal to shove his toe in.  Hal lifted his foot up so, with his toe in Clark's mouth, Super Boy had to look right at him.  While he was doing that, he used his left foot, got his toes under Clark's vulnerable balls, and bounced them.  Clark, again, moaned.  When he had his powers, if anything touched him there, he felt nothing.  His balls now were being moved around in the confines of his speedo and he was loving it.  His hard on grew more, this time pushing straight out.  Hal looked down, saw this and shifted his foot.  he got his big and second toe, just under the head of Clarks boner, and moved it up and down.  Clark, shifting in place, knew he could do nothing about it.  Hal saw Clark's face get red again, and listened as Clark tried to beg him to stop.  Only his pleas came out garbled since his mouth was filled with Hal's toe.  The taste, the embarrassment of being made to do this was too much.  After only about a minute, Clark felt it welling up, tried to fight it, but started blowing his second wad, into the tight speedo.  Hal took his toe, pushed down, forcing Clark's head down, into his chest, giving the young superhero a perfect view of himself pumping cum, once again, into the red speedo.  This time, aside from making the stain grow, Clark watched as some started seeping through the suit.  Hal looked amazed. 

Clark, knowing what Hal was thinking, quietly said that his powers, even lessened allowed him to build a full load within minutes.  Hal just howled at that.  Like before, he used his toes on Clark's boy balls to get him to pump out just a little more.  When Hal looked down, he noticed some of Super Boys load got on his toe.  So, he lifted his foot, put it in Clark's face and told him to lick it off.  No way Dude.  Please, you really don't need to do this.  But, Clark felt Hal's foot, press into his unprotected balls.  He tried anyway to close his legs, but knew it was useless.  He did as Hal said, not wanting to have his nuts crushed.  He slowly opened his mouth, took Hal's toe in, and cleaned the toe of any cum.  Clark looked at Hal, completely powerless, and said, ok, you know I'm into feet, but isn't this enough??  But, Hal had just one more thing to do.  He used his ring to turn Clark over, face down, and hogtied him.  A green wire coming down from the ceiling connected to all 4 restraints, and pulled Clark off the ground.  A few feet off the pool deck, Clark could feel, hogtied, his back arched, he knew his legs were pulled up, apart, and again, his speedo clad nuts were exposed.  Hal got in the chair again and made Clark suck his toes.  Knowing that his surely helped Clark get hard again, Hal got up, went behind the boy of steel and checked.  Clarks balls were pulled tight in the thin lycra and his hard on was totally outlined. 

This time, he just took his hand, cupped Clarks balls and rolled them in his hand.  Each time Hal tightened his grip, Clark felt a shock go through his nuts, making his hard on grow to full size.  Clark felt Hal's fingers stop along his hard on.  Hal let Clark know he could feel his heartbeat through the huge vein running through Super Boy's boner.  Clark, tried to look under him to see what Hal was doing, couldn't see his boner, but he felt it.  Hal didn't like Clark trying to see what was going on.  So, with his ring, he formed a headband that circled Clark's head, and a thin green wire ran down his back and looped through the back of his speedo.  As Hal shortened the length of the wire, Clark's head got pulled up so he had to face forward, at the same time his speedo, in back, got stretched toward his head, giving him a massive wedgie.  Clark grunted as his balls got hiked up in the speedo.  Hal just laughed at his work.  This time, Hal stood, behind Clark, and used his hand on his balls and hard on. 

Clark knew he was enjoying it, and he started bucking his hips once again.  He knew he was close again, and he knew Hal was more than aware that he had him.  This time was different though.  While rubbing Clark with one hand, Hal's other hand tickled his feet.  Taking turns between feet, it drove Clark wild.  He was bucking wildly now, trying to avoid Hals fingers.  He was about to blow again when the tickling stopped.  All of the sudden, he felt wetness on his own toe and knew Hal put his mouth on his big toe.  This was too much for the teen superhero.  He lifted his hips, then lowered them into the hand he hoped would finish him.  Imagining Hal's mouth on his toe did it.  Clark blew, a third, full load, into the already cum soaked speedo.  He knew his white load was making its way through the red lycra and he heard drops hitting the pool deck.  Just then, they both heard voices coming from inside.  Clark went crazy now, begging Hal to let him go. 

Then they heard the door to the pool deck open.  Not sure who was coming out..................

To be continued.

By: SpeedoHI93