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Part 1

The distress call sounded too urgent. LycraLad sped off wearing less than his full costume.

The lycra that fully empowered him was left at home. The 18-year-old transformed swim-team captain sped away, clad only in his red l-cape, boots, gloves, and red thong with a 1/2" gold belt. Dirty blond, deeply tanned, beginning of a mustache, six-pack abs. Sexual equipment big, and now, defenseless. He thought to himself that he should have worn additional restraints to prevent a devastating and, ultimately, weakening erection. Enforced milkings could render him powerless. Superheroes such as himself could fall victims to the crippling onslaughts that supervillianesses such as Lycrata could deliver to his spandex-encased crotch. But he had work to do.

He arrived at the distress site only to find an empty steel corridor ten-feet wide. In seconds, he was back-handed slapped, punched in the lycra pouch, and weakened. The thong-back was yanked up his asscrack until he saw stars. Caught by Lycrata! His mighty knees buckled, but he was being held up in back by a grab, and in front by a knee to the thong. "Nighty-night, LycraPussy!" He tried to avoid an erection, but the weakened Superhero grew to his full ten inches, hypnotized by the sight of the powerful, Spandex-clad Lycrata, rod driven straight down into the restraining pouch of his thong.

One more shot to his encased pouch, a spray of something to his face, snap-cuffed behind his back, and the overpowered muscle-teen was defeated and captured in his thong. "Welcome to my SpandexTrap, BikiniBoy!" His captor began to apply a sleeperhold to his neck as she continued the pressure on his lycra-enslaved cock and balls. "No, better yet -- let me sleeper you right through your thong!" She allowed him to fall to the floor on his back, then straddled his thighs and began applying pressure between his penis and scrotum, keeping his thong yanked up tight. The bound LycraLad bucked his chest and struggled mightily -- "I'm a Spandex-powered Superhero, you... bitch... " "Too bad, boy, I know your weakness!" she hissed as she ran her claw right up to the top of LycraLad's very brief bikini.

She rubbed, squeezed, and teased his tortured manhood to the point of ejaculation -- but denied him. His muscles bulged and he gritted his teeth in agony as Lycrata stopped just short of draining him. "Not yet, my helpless SpandexStud. Let me pinch some more nerves in your neck and your crotch to render you more incapacitated. Paralyzed in your Lycra. Unable to fight back. Completely restrained by what used to empower you!"

Her claws dug deep and short-circuited LycraLad's muscles. Her laughter was the last thing he heard before unconsciousness.

One more karate chop to the pouch, and the increasing pressure on his massive, swollen equipment, finished off the paralyzed LycraLad -- without a single drop of his stud-juice being drained from his impressive -- but now enslaved -- sperm-tanks. The knocked-cold Superhero was given a few soft, small kicks to the thong-pouch by Lycrata, just to reinforce his defeat. "I've got a lot more plans for your encased body, LycraLad. Time to suit you up."

Nasty defeat -- but an even nastier enslavement! "The Punishment of LycraLad" follows!