They don't make them like they used to. (Patreon)

"things are not done as before" those words came out of my mouth involuntarily, it was a puppet a simple voice in my own head, I can see, I can feel, I can taste but I could not control any of my actions.

When my rep booked me a meeting with a bunch of superman fans I didn't think it was going to be in a fucking nursing home but I guess it's good publicity for me and my new movie although I was expecting at least a welcoming committee or some paparazzi to photograph my arrival in my luxurious car.

The place looked like any other nursing home in the country, from the first moment I entered that place I knew something was wrong as soon as I entered that damn place, there were only elderly people, usually in a nursing home of old people that would not be a problem but there was no sign of any nurse or any old woman they were all old and disgusting men.

It was a good thing I was an excellent actor and none of them could tell how sick I was of the smell of a bunch of slowly rotting old decrepits. They had prepared a small exhibition of memories of Christopher Reeves and the old superman, somehow the look of that hundred old people bothered me, they somehow felt disgusted or disappointed.

after greeting the organizers who were just a couple of older people. They gave me a "dressing room" that was nothing more than a dirty and almost empty room with a mirror and an uncomfortable wooden chair, however there was something that really called me attention was a classic superman suit, and as much as I tried to reject the old suit those old men really insisted that they put it on me I must have suspected at that moment that something was up but I just wanted to finish my work and get out of that fucking place as it was possible.

examine the old superman suit it was not only an old suit but also one that Christopher Reeves used the old superman, I felt very strange wearing the suit of a dead man but when I started to put on the little lycra suit that was comfortable perfectly to my skin I couldn't stop, it was like I was in some kind of trance since I slipped my leg into that suit.

When I regained full control of my body and came to, I was in front of the mirror wearing that much simpler and more comfortable suit than that suit I used to wear in recording centers, something strange began to happen to me, my hand began to move as if had a life of its own I couldn't control it and my hand went straight to my crotch, touching my huge cock without me being able to stop it.

the rest of my body disobeys me I no longer had any kind of control over my body, the only thing I could control was my head -HELP! SOMETHING WRONG IS HAPPENING I CAN'T CONTROL MYSELF!!! - I yelled trying to alert the old people who were outside but no matter how long I waited there was no response.

My body by itself stood up in front of the dirty and stained mirror and began to pinch my nipples with one hand and with the other flex my arms showing off my muscles, as if it had a life of its own, my cock reacted to all stimuli and to be honest all this strange environment was beginning to affect my mind, I was completely aroused and subjected to all desire.

Little by little a smile formed on my attractive face and the last thing I had of control over my body began to lose and all that happened while he kept pinching my nipples and posing in front of the mirror like some kind of puppet.

I lost total control over my body at the moment my cock expelled all the hot semen staining that valuable suit -Things are no longer done as before- those words came out of my mouth, my body still with that white spot on my crotch way out room and gave that bunch of old fagot nerds the time of their lives.

The apathy of the elders was gone the moment they saw me leave with that old suit, a smile on my face and a semen stain that defiled that expensive suit that must have cost millions, the old men pounced on me like any group of fans and although I had no control over my movements I could see who was in charge of my life now as I signed an old photo “Christopher Reeves”

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