Butt-erfly Wings & Puppets Sans Strings

That pesky Toyman has done it again!  Why is it whenever he cobbles-up a fiendish plan, Superman is always the last to know?  Here we find his big-blue-ness about to pounce upon poor Cap marvel, who is having his own little problem with self-control!  And all on full display high above the skyline of Metropolis.  Tsk tsk...

The polished floors of that most sacred of super hide-outs, The Hall Of Justice are sullied and soaked with the male ejaculate of the two caped crime-fighter, since that was the location of their joint assault on the lads as they lay sleeping the night before.  The hypno-gas that Toyman blasted into Cap and Supes bedroom (bunk beds, dontcha know...) all but overcame them as they slept and the post-hypnotic suggestion to seek and conquer their handsome friends soon had them slipping into bedrooms and subduing their heroic cohorts. 

But now, of course like a snake eating it's own tail the super-pals find themselves compelled by irresistible forces and carnal urges to turn on each other in a struggle for dominance....The Toyman has done his worst this day...