Suck Slave Superman (Gay sex, Oral, NC, Superhero)


Superman Sucks!

The following story is a fantasy story involving the Man of Steel. It 
involves oral sex between the Superhero and males on Earth. The acts of 
fellatio by Superman are not voluntary. If this subject matter offends, 
then stop reading this post now.

Superman and characters are trademarks of and copyright DC Comics.


Chapter 1

On the third day after Lois Lane had failed to show up for work at the 
Daily Planet, Clark Kent receives an envelope containing instructions 
for insuring the safe release of Lois. The message tells Clark to 
contact Superman and to have Superman appear at the entrance of a 
seldom used archival vault in the sub basement of a NY City skyscraper. 
The note adds that Superman will receive additional directives when he 
arrives at the vault.

Superman arrives at the vault entrance at 7:00 pm that evening. He 
notices that the seldom used vault is open. He is about to scan the 
vault with his x-ray vision when he notices Lois Lane tied to the far 
end of the vault. She shouts for help and tells him that she is alone 
and that her kidnappers will be returning in 15 minutes. Superman 
rushes in to free her. As he is loosening her bounds Lex Luthor and 
three henchmen emerge from behind a partition within the vault. Each is 
carrying a large piece of Green Kryptonite. One of the henchmen hits 
Superman in the head with his piece of Green Kryptonite, knocking the 
Man of Steel to the floor. Luthor and the remaining two swiftly descend 
upon Superman and surround him with the deadly material.

Incapacitated by the deadly rays, the Man of Steel is forced to endure 
a tirade from Luthor on Superman's stupidity and how both Superman and 
Samson were defeated by the wiles of a woman. It is only when Superman 
sees Luthor free and embrace a smiling Lois Lane, that he realizes he 
has been set up and betrayed by her.

His agonized question of "why" is answered by the spiteful voice of 
Lois as she vilifies him for leading her on for years and keeping her 
dangling by a string. It is the anger of unrequited love. The 
embittered Lois tells Superman that while he may be the Man of Steel, 
the steel obviously wasn't between his legs, since he had never come 
close to touching her over the many years. Lois continues her harangue 
by giving explicit details of each and every act of debauchery that she 
and Lex had committed over the past six months.

Luthor gets in on the act by telling Superman that he, Lex, has found a 
way to help Superman understand his sexual hangup, and that he, Luthor, 
will show the bewildered and suffering Man of Steel the true nature of 
his sexuality.

Two of Luthor's henchmen grab a hold of the now prostrate Man of Steel, 
and shove a powdered mixture which is 98% red kryptonite and 2% green 
kryptonite into his nose and mouth. Barely conscious from the large 
green kryptonite rocks, the hapless Man of Steel realizes that 
inhalation is the only alternative to death. With a mighty snort and a 
swallow, the Man of Steel ingests the weird mixture and passes out.

A splash of cold water in the face awakens the Man of Steel about an 
hour later. Although awake, the Man of Steel is woozy and disoriented 
by the potent powder now circulating within him. He is aware of the 
sound of many male voices surrounding him, and the shuffling of many 
feet. He is also aware that he has been stripped of his familiar red 
and blue suit. The feel of cold cement on his balls confirms his 
situation. Another glass of water clears his vision somewhat, while the 
hated voice of Lex Luthor penetrates through the other male voices.

"Don't worry about that big limp dick dangling between your legs, Man 
of Steel," he hears Luthor say. We'll get that cock hot and primed in a 
few minutes. Tony, Come here!"

Strong hands pull the Man of Steel to his knees, while other unseen 
hands roam across his taut stomach, and still others gently message his 
impressive set of superhuman nuts. Disoriented and confused because of 
the potent powder, Superman is helpless to resist as a set of strong 
hands pulls open his mouth.

Behind him Superman hears the now soothing voice of Luthor telling him 
that he is about to discover his true self, and that all of his sexual 
anxieties would soon be over. "This is what you need! This is what you 
want! This is what I will give you!" intones the warm voice of Luthor. 
A large cock is swiftly inserted into the open maw of the Man of Steel. 
"Suck, Superman, suck! This is what you have always craved. Give it to 
him, Tony!"

The helpless Man of Steel looks upward and sees the face of a grinning 
Hispanic male, about 22 years old, looking down on him while saying in 
an almost mantra like cadence, "suck it, man; suck it." At the same 
time the bewildered Man of Steel feels Tony's strong hands caressing 
his cheeks and rubbing his face. Below him the other unseen hands 
continue to roam across his taut stomach, and gently message his 
impressive nuts.

Almost in a trance the Man of Steel feels his lips close around the 
large, hot, Hispanic cock which has been rhythmically thrusting ever 
deeper into his mouth. He feels his kryptonian tongue start to gently 
lap across the thick, hard dick. He feels the hands that had forced his 
mouth open, leave and move to the back of his head. They begin a 
rocking movement, counter thrusting his superhuman head with the 
forward thrust of Tony's hot cock.

With his entire visual world focused on the large Hispanic cock 
ceaselessly entering his mouth, it's hot scrotumnal sack continuously 
massaging his chin, and the dense pubic bush following each thrust of 
Tony's hot dick, the Man of Steel begins to pick up the audio sounds of 
the world around him. "Hey, Tony how's he doin --- better than Louisa? 
Ahhhhhh, this is great .... the Man of Steel sucks on my ram of steel. 
Shit, he's fantastic. I told you we could do it! Shit, damn, I'm glad 
I'm next." And penetrating the din the recurring voice of Luthor saying 
"I told you he was a cocksucker! Look at him go.... hey guys, line up 
the others. Joe, keep those video camera's rolling, and I want plenty 
of still shots --- lots of close ups. Hot Damn ... the Man of Steel is 
getting a hardon! Shit, Mike, make sure you get shots of that sucker 
growing while our Superstud is sucking off Tony! Damn, this is turning 
out better than I thought!"

Ceaseless sucking to Tony's commanding cadence, "suck it, man; suck it" 
the Man of Steel feels his kryptonian cock start to swell and rise. 
Soon he is at full mast while the hot Hispanic sausage thrust ever 
deeper into his mouth and throat. "Damn, Lex, you did it. 
Congratulations Tony, your dick has turned the Man of Steel into a real 
Man of Steel! You just gave Superman his first hardon! Give him his 
first load whenever you want to. You are making history ... the cock 
that conquered Superman!"

"Get ready cocksucker. Your tongue is about to get rewarded for all the 
hard work that your lips have been doin'. I haven't shot a load in a 
week and a half. Your first load is gonna be a load and a half. Keep on 
sucking my meat. Your cock may be bigger than mine, but look who's on 
his knees!"

"Here it comes, baby! Your first cum cocktail," was all that Superman 
heard as the hot slab of manmeat was roughly pulled from his mouth and 
pointed directly into his face. Before he could think, the great slit 
at the end of the cock opened up and began to spew hot, white stud 
juice across his face and into his eyes. "This is great," screamed 
Luthor, " keep those camera's rolling."

Still unable to respond to the unfolding event, Superman remained 
kneeling as the spewing cock was thrust back into his mouth, where it 
continued to jettison its load. Shot after shot of hot man juice poured 
onto his tongue and down his throat as the nearly crazed Tony buried 
his bone to the hilt inside of the Man of Steel's violated mouth. 
Through his cum-blurred eyes, all that the Man of Steel could see was 
the thick dark bush of Tony's groin as he was forced to swallow the 
entire hot shooting cock. Deep within the tight confines of the 
Superhuman throat, Tony's stiff dick continued pumping semen into the 
stomach of the Man of Steel, while all around him male voices cheered 
and urged him on with endless chants of "suck it, suck it, suck it."

As swiftly as it was inserted, the cock that conquered Superman was 
abruptly withdrawn only to be instantly replaced by another stiff slab 
of manmeat. This one belonged to a tall, muscular blond 25 year old, 
hairy chested bouncer from the Bronx. "Go for it Mike, intoned the 
disembodied voice of Luthor, the Man of Steel wants another meal. Feed 
it too him, now!"

And so it went ceaslessly into the night. Mike had no sooner emptied 
his nuts into the Man of Steel's mouth, then he was replaced by Jerome, 
who was followed by Ron, and then Kim, and then Abdullah, and then 
Shabazz, and then Christopher, and then Bob. The chain of cocks was 
endless, as was the supply of video tape, and film. Each act of 
Superhuman fellatio was carefully recorded from every imaginable angle, 
with special care being taken to insure that the cocksucking - 
stimulated Man of Steel erection was prominently featured.

Luthor had laid his plans well. His henchmen had scoured the five 
boroughs and assembled a collection of sixty hornymen, each anxious for 
a blowjob and each happy to stick their cocks into any available mouth. 
This eclectic gang of semen suppliers came from many walks of life --- 
construction crews, street gangs, gyms, fire houses, subway stations, 
frat houses, and bars. And each one of them had the inestimable 
pleasure of towering over the nude, kneeling, Man of Steel, as he 
sucked them off and swallowed their hot loads of jism. Each one knew 
that his cock had subjugated the hitherto invincible Man of Steel. It 
was a heady sensation that caused many of them to line up for seconds 
and a few for thirds!

By the time the night was over, Superman, the Man of Steel, had given 
one hundred and thirty five blowjobs. He had licked, kissed, tongued 
and sucked cock one hundred and thirty five times. His belly was loaded 
with the cum of sixty hot men, and his breath smelled like cum itself. 
His chin had been battered by an endless onslaught of hot male nuts. 
His whole visual world had been transformed into an endless expanse of 
cocks, balls, and pubic hair. He even had a few strands stuck in his 
teeth when some of more enthusiastic studs lost control and tried to 
impale him on their rods.

And each and every second had been graphically recorded on tape and 
film.

But Man of Steel still hadn't gotten release. His magnificent organ 
still stood ramrod upward -- they way it had stood as Superman had 
systematically devoured each cock that was thrust into his mouth.

"This just won't do," exclaimed Luthor, "I have to give you the final 
proof that you truly are an unrepentent cocksucker, and that your only 
hope for relief is to have a stiff dick in your throat." With a 
dramatic sweep of his hand, Luthor unzipped his fly and pulled out his 
own sizeable piece of meat. "You see, Superman, or should I say 
'Semenman'", this is the cock that made Lois Lane happy after all of 
those years that you neglected her, and this is the cock that is going 
to finally give you the release that you so desperately desire."

With a quick step forward, the archenemy of Superman thrust his turgid 
rod deep into the mouth of the kneeling Man of Steel. "Suck on it baby, 
this is THE cock that will finally give you release! And this is the 
dick that you will have to suck from now on. Eat it! Cocksucker."

The Man of Steel, still under the influence of the vile mixture that 
Luthor had forced upon him earlier in the evening, was helpless to 
resist. Although he hated Luthor, he knew that he had to comply. And 
comply he did.

While towering over the kneeling Man of Steel who was now nursing on 
Luthor's cock, the evil genius chortled as he thought of how successful 
his plan had been.  He knew that Superman wasn't really a cocksucker, 
but he had set him up with the kryptonite mixture, and with the help of 
an angry Lois Lane. Now the hero of the planet was kneeling before him 
in abject awe sucking away on his cock. What a power trip. All that was 
needed was the final trick to complete his plans and turn Superman into 
his own, permanent semen depository. A depository that he could, and 
would, freely share with his friends, acquaintances, and partners in 
crime. The greatest crime fighter would be transformed into the 
greatest cocksucker.

Luthor nodded to his old buddy Mike who quietly snuck up behind the 
kneeling Superman. He gently inserted his finger past the rosebud 
between Superman's cheeks, and proceeded to worm his finger upward, 
ever probing for the magic spot. Bingo! He found it.

Although dimly aware of the probe behind him, the hapless Superstud was 
too busy servicing the dick of his archenemy to do anything about it. 
The kryptonite dust was doing its job well.

"Well, Superman," laughed Luthor, "Now its time to prove my point. To 
prove that only this cock can give you true satisfaction, and that you 
will only find true happiness between the thighs of a man. I'm going to 
cum in your mouth now, old buddy. Yup, Lex Luthor is gonna shoot a load 
down your throat, and when I do, you dick is finally gonna shoot its 
load. Are you ready, cocksucker? Here it comes!"

Grabbing the back of Superman's head, Luthor impales the Man of Steel 
on his hot, spewing cock. With a wink of the eye, Luthor signals Mike 
that now is the time to press the magic button. And press he does.

Kneeling before Luthor and swallowing desperately the semen that is 
pouring into his mouth, the Man of Steel feels a surging in his loins, 
the likes of which he has never experienced. His cock, after standing 
stiff all night, is suddenly spewing forth endless streams of hot, 
spunky supercum. Load after load of hot kyrptonian semen shoots out of 
the end of his virginal cock, right into the sterile container which 
another of Luthor's henchman had put on top of his cock.

"No use wasting that stuff, Superman. I am a scientist, and I can't 
wait to start my experiments on that out of this world scum that your 
nuts just gave up. Your goo could be worth a fortune, and I aint gonna 
let this opportunity go by. I may have to end up milking you like a cow 
for some heavy cream. The only difference is the only way to milk you 
is to have you naked on your knees milking me. I am gonna like this!"

An exhausted Superman fell backwards onto the floor. Unable to move, 
and totally numbed by his first orgasm. "So it was true. I truly am a 
cocksucker. I like to suck dicks, and the only Luthor's dick can give 
me the release that I crave."

As he lay on the floor, the cum-laden Man of Steel became aware of the 
cameras, and video equipment that was being packed up. He also could 
see, but not hear, Luthor talking to a large group of the men he had 
sucked off ...

"Yup, we'll do this again in at the end of the week. Bring some friends 
along, we have one hungry supercocksucker on our hands. He'll eat all 
of the meat that you can feed him. Oh, yeah, that powder will wear off 
in a few hours, and he may come to his senses, but tonight's mindfuck 
will insure that he'll be on his knees for a long, long time. And 
besides, we still have this film library, and my kryptonite for 
insurance. Remember, no sex for three days before its suckoff time 
again --- he is Superman and he does have a Super appetite --- I don't 
wanna disappoint him."


Chapter 2

The following story is the second chapter of a fantasy story involving 
the Man of Steel. It involves oral sex performed by the Superhero upon 
males on Earth. The acts of fellatio by Superman are not voluntary. If 
this subject matter offends, then stop reading this post now.

 It was almost dawn before Superman groggily awoke from his kryptonite 
induced sleep. He was exactly where Lex Luthor and his henchmen had 
left him the night before -- lying naked on his back on the cement 
floor of the old vault with his powerful legs splayed apart. A small 
puddle of his own supercum had formed on his abdomen where it had 
leaked out of his until then virginal cock after he had been tricked 
into spewing his load by the evil Lex. Superman's head was pounding 
from the after effects of the red and green kryptonite concoction that 
he had been forced to inhale in order to save his life.

Lying around him on the floor were several dozen luridly detailed 
Polaroid pictures of the degradation he had undergone the previous 
evening, including one showing his Kryptonian phallus at full mast 
spewing its first ever load of supercum while Superman nursed away on 
Lex Luthor's hard cock. The picture had been very carefully shot so as 
to hide the face of the man whose dick was buried inside of the 
superhero's mouth. It was all part of Lex's well thought out plan to 
turn the heart throb of millions of women into a semen receptor. Anyone 
looking at the picture would instantly conclude that the Man of Steel 
was a confirmed, dedicated, and obviously excited cocksucker.

And there were others. A closeup shot of the Superhero, his mouth 
crammed full of hard cock, looking upwards into the grinning face of 
the horny Hispanic hunk who deflowered him, the 22 year old stud named 
Tony. And an even more damning shot of Tony's strong hands caressing 
Superman's cheeks and rubbing his face as the Man of Steel slobbered 
all over Tony's erect penis while Superman's own cock stuck out stiffly 
in the air in apparent appreciation of the meat he was eating. Again, 
the fact that the superhero's hardon had been induced was never 
revealed in the damning picture. One look at the Polaroid would 
convince even the most cynical observer that the Man of Steel was also 
a superfag in heat!

As the naked and confused superhunk stumbled around the old vault 
picking up the incriminating photographs of his debut as a cocksucker 
he struggled desperately to reconstruct the events from the night 
before. With his memory still somewhat of a blur as to exactly what had 
transpired, the lurid pictures he continued to examine had the 
diabolical effect "clarifying" the events of that evening -- exactly 
the effect that Luthor had hoped for. The dozens of graphically 
explicit photographs of him giving head to scores of lusty males while 
sprouting a seemingly proud hardon helped to fill in the blanks of 
Superman's kryptonite-clouded memory. While the thought of sucking a 
cock disgusted him beyond measure and went against every fiber of 
Superman's core, the pictures seemed to tell another story. He was 
totally confused

After picking up the last of the vile snapshots of his night of 
degradation -- an appalling mid-air picture of a large load of cum 
leaping from the ejaculating rod of a street gang member named Jerome 
and landing onto the extended tongue of the opened mouth Man of Steel -
- the naked superstud began searching for his familiar red and blue 
suit. He had no memory as to how he had lost it, but knew that wearing 
it would make his flight from the hated vault a hell of lot easier. A 
quick scan of the area with his x-vision revealed the crumbled suit 
lying behind an old filing cabinet; exactly where his rapists had 
tossed it the night before.

As the nude superhunk picked up his indestructible suit, he felt an 
envelope stuffed inside its left sleeve. It was addressed to "Krypton's 
Greatest Cocksucker." Though still a bit groggy he tore it open and 
incinerated the offending envelope with a rage-driven blast of his heat 
vision that was so powerful it melted several inches of the vault's 
cement floor. Tossing aside his suit, the increasingly angry superhero 
began to read.

"Dear Superfag, I know that you are probably really pissed off by now. 
I really don't know why, but they say that displaced anger is often a 
characteristic of someone who is in deep denial. Hey don't blame me. I 
won't condemn you for being a cocksucker. Hell, Lois loves to suck my 
cock, and you love to suck my cock. If I can't condemn her, I surely 
cannot condemn you. Look, asshole, I did you a favor last night. I 
helped you discover your true self! You may try to deny it, but as the 
old saying goes, a picture is worth a thousand words. And from the 
stiffness of that rod you are sprouting in all those hot pictures while 
gobbling all that stiff manmeat, I think it is safe to say that you are 
a cocksucker. And speaking of thousands, those couple dozen Polaroids 
of your faggot self going down on lots of hot studs, are a tiny, itsy, 
bitsy sample of the thousands of still shots, and reams of video tape 
and film that we have of your coming out party, so to speak! Yup, my 
friend, I have enough footage of you gobbling dick to give every guy in 
San Francisco a lifetime of hardons. Right now they are safely tucked 
away in secret places in at least three continents. However, with a 
single word from me they could show up in video stores, magazines, 
Internet newsgroups, tabloids, movie theaters and television talk shows 
all over the world. Now while I'd never condemn you for being a 
dickhound, I'm not so sure if the rest of the world have the same live 
and let live attitude. We really do need to discuss your sexual 
awakening and the impact that it, and the pictures of it happening, 
will have on our relationship. Let say we meet again 7:00 pm in three 
days. We'll tell you where one-half hour before. I believe that we can 
have a mutually satisfying get together. Lex"

The stunned and bewildered superstud just stood there naked, reading 
and rereading Luthor's blackmail letter trying to comprehend its full 
meaning, oblivious to the tiny lens that was recording and transmitting 
the scene of his agony back to the secret command center of Luther's 
criminal enterprises.

"Hey, our little fag to be seems a bit confused this morning, doesn't 
he Tony?" sneered Lex as he and the 22 year old Hispanic who had 
deflowered Superman's up til then virginal mouth, watched the scene 
inside of the vault as the crestfallen superhero struggled to deal with 
Lex's letter.

"Yes sir, Mr. Luthor, I think we got ourselves one fucked up 
superhero," laughed Tony as he lazily rubbed his crotch. "Man that 
bastard can sure suck cock," he continued. "I guess if your plan works 
out, he'll be sucking a lot more of it, huh?"

"That's right my friend. By the time I finish with Superman, that "S" 
on his outfit will be replaced with a pair of lips on a rainbow flag 
background. And his day won't be complete until he's wrapped his lips 
around a cock and swallowed a hot load of fresh from the balls goo. 
Damn I'm good!" smirked the superhero's archenemy.

"You did remember to take care of his suit, right Tony?" asked Luthor 
as he watched Superman pick up his crumbled suit and begin to get into 
it.

"Oh, yes. I followed your instructions completely. I had a small amount 
of red kryptonite pulverized, re-pulverized and ground into the 
consistency of the finest powders. I then sprayed the inside of his 
suit with an ultrafine mist of that red dust while Superfag was blowing 
that construction worker who insisted on dumping two loads in a row 
down the fag's throat. He'll never notice it," continued the Hispanic 
stud whose dick was hardening as he recalled Superman's degradation.

"Excellent," said Luthor, as he watched the oblivious superhero don the 
red kryptonite laced garment. "You're right, he doesn't have a clue. 
That slight amount should be just enough to keep him off balance. Not 
enough for him to notice it, but enough to make the difference when we 
get together for his second feeding session. He is an asshole," 
observed Luthor as the hidden lens recorded his supervictim's exit from 
the vault.

"Make certain that the guys are ready for their next session with 
Superfag. Remember, no sex for three days. I want full loads for that 
cocksucker. Tell them to take cold showers in the meanwhile," chuckled 
Luthor.

For the next three days Superman stayed out of sight, shut up inside 
and alone. For the first time in memory Clark Kent called in sick at 
the Daily Planet, to the amazement of everyone except Lois Lane. She 
could barely contain herself as she snuck out of the building to enjoy 
a long session of laughter and to report Clark's absence to her lover 
Lex.

For three days the confused and despondent son of Krypton tried to make 
sense of that terrible night. His memory of that night was unclear, and 
the graphic pictures of himself on his knees, sprouting a hardon, while 
sucking another man's dick kept leading him in a direction that he did 
not want to go. And to reinforce those images the ruthless Luthor had 
arranged for daily shipments of envelopes to be delivered to Clark 
Kent's apartment -- envelopes filled with damning photographic images 
of the superhero's long night of cocksucking. The subtle personality 
and perceptional changes that the insidious red kryptonite embedded in 
his suit was triggering made lucid thought impossible. Even his sleep 
was violated by recurring images of hard cocks sprouting from hairy 
crotches advancing relentlessly towards, and then passing through, his 
unresisting lips to deposit their warm loads of sperm-laden semen down 
his throat or onto his tongue.

For the first time in his life Superman had no plan of action prepared 
when he received the dreaded telephone call at 6:30 on the evening of 
the third day. Luthor and his henchmen would be waiting for the Man of 
Steel in an abandoned mine tunnel approximately 150 miles away from 
Metropolis. He left immediately as instructed by his rapists, still 
uncertain as to how to deal with the blackmail scheme that he saw 
unfolding.

Flying directly into the mine tunnel with his x-ray vision at full 
power, the Man of Steel instantly detected Lex and a gang of cohorts 
approximately 300 feet below the surface. Unlike the night of forced 
fellatio, there was no lead shielding anywhere in the complex and no 
signs of the lethal green kryptonite. At least one thing was going 
right for him.

As the superhero entered the chamber housing Lex and his gang, he was 
startled to see dozens of large screen projection televisions showing 
ghastly videos of him naked, on his knees, sucking the sixty one cocks 
that had penetrated his lips three nights earlier. There were also five 
three dimensional holographic images of him giving head along with a 
huge photograph of his supercock ejaculating hot, spunky supercum while 
his face was impaled on Lex's turgid shaft. The scene actually was 
making him dizzy.

"Welcome to Cockland, Superfag," proclaimed the mocking voice of Lex, 
as he watched his supernemesis stagger before the overwhelming images 
of his night of shame. "We're glad you decided to join us tonight," he 
continued. "We have a lot of hot studs who are just aching for a chance 
to spray paint your tonsils with hot dicksauce! I think we even have 
enough meat to satisfy a Superhomo like you, right boys?" asked Luthor. 
A defining roar of "yes" immediately sounded in Superman's ears.

"That fucking asshole really doesn't have a clue," chuckled Luthor as 
he leaned over to one of the veterans from Superman's deflowering. 
"This room is filled with the gases thrown off from heating red 
kryptonite. This cocksucker's lungs are filled with it. I don't think 
he'll give us any trouble tonight."

"Hey Mark, Rob, Antonio. Help our fag friend here get ready for the 
party. He looks a little overwhelmed with all these videos of his 
performance. Help him out," directed Lex.

The now totally disoriented Superhero just stood there as the two 
strong construction workers and street punk walked up to him and began 
to remove his famous cape and suit. The street punk Antonio thrust his 
hands inside of Superman's tights and began a nonstop assault on his 
supercock, while Rob and Mark systematically stripped the superstud of 
his outfit. The confused superhero's feeble protests to "stop" went 
unheeded as the skilled street punk stroked his cock and played with 
his balls while his cape, boots, tights and shirt were pulled off of 
his magnificent body. By the time Mark and Rob had finished, and 
Antonio had removed his hands, the totally exposed and dazed superhero 
was sprouting a full-masted Kryptonian boner.

"I can see by the rod you're sprouting that you've finally accepted 
that fact that you are faggot," declared Luthor as he pointed o the 
hand-induced boner that was sticking out of his supercaptive's crotch. 
"That's very good," continued Luthor as he fought to keep from 
smirking. "There was a heavy wall of denial that we had to break 
through in order to help you understand your true nature and your true 
needs. There are still a few remnants of your old hangup locked inside 
of that skull of yours, but don't worry after tonight they'll all be 
gone. Yup, tonight, my friend, we'll eliminate the last of those 
hangups. Tony! Front and center!"

As he was processing Luthor's words, the stupefied Superstud watched as 
a grinning Hispanic male in his early 20's emerged from the sea of 
males and stood a few feet in front of him.

"Remember Tony," asked Lex. "Remember how much you enjoyed it when 
those supertastebuds first met his hard dick? Remember how completely 
natural you felt when you were kneeling in front of him sucking his 
cock? Remember the hardon you got when he let you put his dick in your 
mouth? Will you ever be able to forget how proud you were when he let 
you deep throat him and you felt his balls resting on your chin? Do you 
remember how honored you felt when he shot his wad of hot, white stud 
juice across your face and into your eyes? Or the sheer bliss you 
experienced when Tony allowed you to take the rest of his load into 
your unworthy mouth? Will you ever be able to forget how hard your dick 
got when you got that first taste of cum? I didn't think so. Well, my 
cocksucking friend, we have a real treat for you tonight. Tony hasn't 
shot a load in three days. He's been saving it all for you. And tonight 
he's gonna let you have every fucking drop of his cum, fresh from the 
tap. Isn't that right Tony? asked Luthor.

""That's right, Mr. Luthor," said the sly Hispanic who had given 
Superman his first taste of cock. "I got a load in these balls just 
waiting for an elevator trip down into Superman's stomach. Come on over 
here baby," Tony continued as he stared directly into Superman's eyes. 
I got something for you."

"Go ahead Superman," commanded Luthor. "Tonight we're going to teach 
you the correct way to take care of a man. Go on. Go for it."

With his judgement still terribly clouded by the nefarious red 
kryptonite, coupled with an almost imperceptible nudge from behind by 
the sneaky punk Antonio, the hardon sprouting Man of Steel felt himself 
walking slowing towards the grinning Hispanic stud.

 "That's right man. It's waiting for you," whispered Tony as the 
superhero came to a stop directly in front of him. "Don't worry, I'll 
talk you through it. Nothing turns us straight guys on more than when 
one of you fags drops to your knees in front of us and fishes our dicks 
outta our pants. It turns us on to see you yield your manhood to ours. 
To acknowledge us as the superior male while you assume the position of 
the subservient female. So how about dropping to your knees my super 
cocksucker. The quicker you get on your knees the sooner you'll be able 
to wrap those superlips around my big dick. Come on baby, kneel," 
whispered the gleeful Latin hunk.

At the word "kneel" the Man of Steel, heart throb of women across the 
planet, and the epitome of maleness, felt his knees buckle and watched 
as Tony's torso passed by his eyes as he was drawn irresistibly towards 
the floor. Just like he had knelt on that first night, only this time 
no one was shoving him downwards. He was doing it on his own.

"Go for it, baby," urged Tony as Superman's knees met the floor. 
"You're gonna be doing this for the rest of your life, so you might as 
well do it right. Take it out. We straight guys ain't gonna do it for 
you. Besides, we know that it really turns you faggots on to be allowed 
the honor of fishing out the dick of a real man. Go ahead, sweet lips, 
take it out. That's right." Tony continued as he watched the hand of 
the confused Man of Steel clasp the tab on his zipper. "Show us all how 
much you need what's inside of these pants. Come on cocksucker, keep on 
going," smiled Tony as he stared down in triumph into the face of the 
subservient Man of Steel.

Once again Superman found himself kneeling naked in front of the man 
whose dick had stolen his virginity. Only this time no one was holding 
him down or forcing him to do anything. This time it was his hands who 
moved to the top of the bulging fly of the hot stud standing over him. 
It was his hands who pulled Tony's zipper all the way down, and it was 
his hand that entered that open fly and started working on extricating 
that hot slab of Hispanic cock from its underwear confines. That was 
his hand that encountered, hot, raw, Latino dickmeat, and it was his 
hand that pulled the stiff, bullet headed phallus into the open air.

"Ahhhhh, yes! You are a quick learner my faggot friend," moaned Tony as 
he felt the hand of the super-confused Superstud grab a hold of his 
meat and pull it out into the open for all to see.

A chorus of "Alright! Yeah! Look at that faggot go! I always knew he 
was queer wearing that fag outfit. Atta way Tony" erupted from the 
surrounding crowd of lust-filled males and assaulted Superman's ears as 
he pulled his Hispanic conqueror's baby maker into the open, just 
inches from his slowly opening Kryptonian lips.

"Whoa, my maricon friend," laughed Tony, as he stopped the mind-fucked 
superhero from inserting his hard dick into his mouth. "Not so fast. 
Look, we all know that you like cock, but us straight guys need to have 
our fag cocksuckers show their appreciation. Take a close look at the 
meat before eating it. Yeah, that's right. Take a good look at the 
reason for your existence. We hetero studs like to be shown gratitude. 
Why don't you start off with a nice, superkiss? That's right, plant 
those made for dick lips of yours right on the tip. Ohhhh, that feels 
so good," groaned Tony as Superman compliantly, repeatedly and gently 
kissed and nuzzled the head of his incredibly hard penis. "Oh, yes, 
make love to that dick, man. Treat it right. Show your stud master how 
much you appreciate it. Ahhhh, that's the way."

Luthor could barely contain himself as his archenemy made love to the 
Latin cockhead that was pressed up against his lips. "Damn, these 
pictures are gonna be better that the last set we got," he mused as he 
watched several of the monitors that were transmitting live footage of 
Superman's degradation.

Oblivious to the impact of what he had been maneuvered into doing by 
the diabolical Luthor, the hapless Man of Steel went about fulfilling 
his Hispanic master's instructions. He felt himself pressing his lips 
against the hot head of Tony's cock, and then laying a series of 
passionate kisses on its tip and around its corona. He had some 
guttural sense that what he was doing was all wrong, but he was simply 
incapable of resistance.

"That's wonderful my homo friend," Tony exclaimed. "My buddies here are 
really gonna appreciate it when you try that out on their cocks 
tonight. As a matter of fact, a bunch of em are gonna be so happy that 
they'll let you have a second and third helping of their dick."

"So let's get on with your training so that you can give the rest of 
these horny bastards proper head," chuckled the cocky Latino stud as he 
twisted his hips and interrupted the Man of Steel's smooch session with 
his dick. "Now that you've shown proper respect to a real man's dick, 
it's time to get on with your lesson," he explained as he stared down 
on the naked prostrate superhero. "Take your faggot hand and get a good 
grip around the base of my cock," the hot male commanded. "That's 
right. See how good and natural that feels to have a real man's cock in 
your hand? Now, open that pretty, made for dick mouth of yours. That's 
right. Form your lips into a nice round o'," he continued. "Good boy," 
whispered the beaming stud as he placed his hands on the back of 
Superman's head and pulled the head of the dream date of millions of 
women inexorably towards his fully erect hardon.

"Ahhhhhh, yes," moaned Tony as the head of his cock pushed its way past 
Superman's unresisting lips. "Excellent," he moaned as he freed one 
hand and began to stroke the face of the confused Man of Steel. "You 
are a fast learner. Now you know why we straight guys call it head. 
That is what you have in your pretty little homo mouth," said Tony as 
he continued to softly pet the cheek of the debased son of Krypton. 
"Let's clamp those dick lips of yours around the rim of that meat. 
Let's start sucking it on. Pretend its a nice, big straw. That's right. 
I like seeing those cheeks of your go concave. It just looks so natural 
for you," chuckled Tony as he continued to implement Luthor's plan of 
degradation. "Now, why don't you take that super tongue of yours and 
give it a real super treat. Start lapping away at my dickhead. Give 
those Kryptonian tastebuds of yours a treat. Ohhhhhh, shit." groaned 
the Hispanic stud as he felt Superman's tongue begin its assault on his 
cockhead.

"Lick all around that head. Rub your faggot tongue underneath it. Yes! 
Damn that feels great. Go for the piss slit," he urged as he fought to 
prevent himself from shoving his cock down Superman's throat. "Pretend 
that you want to get that tongue inside my sperm hole. Go for it! Keep 
licking and don't stop that suction. This is great! You are going to be 
one fine cocksucker," declared the horny male as he watched his 
superslave obey his directives.

As the bewildered superhunk found himself lapping away obediently to 
the humiliating instructions of his Latino exploiter, his tastebuds 
detected the unmistakable flavor of a male's precum -- that clear 
lubricating liquid produced by all cocks when they are subjected to 
intense stimulation. "This is disgusting and wrong," thought the Man of 
Steel as his true heterosexual psyche struggled vainly to stop his lips 
and tongue from performing the repugnant act on the head of Tony's hot 
penis. But the gaseous red kryptonite continued to do its dirty work; 
Superman's tongue continued to lap at the leaking cockhead of his 
dominator; and his tastebuds continued to detect the pure, 
unadulterated flavor of a rutting male.

"This is fucking great," chortled Luthor as he watched the monitors 
record each and every moment of Superman's debasement. "These latest 
shots are unfucking believable," he said as he watched the 
transmissions of a special camera that one of this henchmen had quietly 
slide onto the floor between Tony and the dick gobbling superhero. It 
was a panoramic view looking upwards showing the strong thighs of the 
kneeling Man of Steel; his heavy balls; his strong, hard, full masted 
boner; his washboard abdomen; his powerful and muscular chest; and his 
dick punctured lips. The shot graphically showed the full majesty of 
the proud 22 year old cock as it formed a natural flesh bridge from 
Superman's violated mouth to the hairy groin of the proud Hispanic 
stud. Tony's hairy ballsack, sturdy, hair coated thighs and legs, flat 
stomach, smooth chest, and beaming face completed the hot picture on 
the monitor. "I could get several million bucks for this total vision 
shot alone," mused Luthor as he watched in disbelief as Superman's 
degradation continued. "With shots like these hanging over his head, 
we'll have him sucking cock without the help of the red powder."

"You are truly going to be a mui magnifico maricon," laughed Tony. "And 
now it time for the next lesson," he said as he reluctantly extracted 
his tingling cockhead from in between Superman's lips. "There is one 
other act that you must perform in order to truly express your 
gratitude to a straight stud who has consented to allow you to suck on 
his dick and swallow his sperm. You must honor these with your mouth," 
said Tony as he lifted his cock, and began guiding Superman's face 
towards his hairy testicles. "These produce the sperm for the semen 
that you crave," he intoned as he felt the kneeling superhunk's lips 
press against his balls. "Show me how thankful you are."

Once again the powerless to resist superhero felt his lips part and 
admit the hairy ballsack of his Hispanic controller into his mouth, and 
once again he felt his tongue begin to explore the entire surface area 
of his hirsute meal.

"Look at him go for those nuts!" shrieked Luthor as he watched his 
archnemesis take Tony's entire ballsack into his supermouth. "This is 
awesome! Fuck! You can see the outline of Tony's balls inside of 
Superman's cheeks! Holy Shit!!! I can see his tongue moving! Fuck, Tony 
didn't even have to coach him. He just did it! Unfucking believeable! 
No one will ever believe that he ain't a faggot after watching this 
scene," declared Luthor. "This cocksucker is ours!" he yelled as he 
watched the tongue and ball in cheek action on the screen.

As the unfortunate Man of Steel slobbered away at the hair covered orbs 
that were stuffed so firmly in his mouth, his brain was assaulted by 
the terrible images recorded by his senses. In addition to the constant 
stream of flavor data being transmitted by his defiled tastebuds, his 
brain was also bombarded by stimuli from his other senses. His powerful 
sense of smell reported the hot musky odors of the crotch of a male in 
heat. The skin on his nose and forehead broadcast a constant stream of 
sensations generated by the hot Hispanic phallus that was so tightly 
wedged over his nose and firmly against his forehead. And his eyes were 
filled with images of the dense Hispanic jungle of hair, and the base 
of the cock that was so proudly wedged against his face. It was as if 
his entire world had been reduced to a groin, a set of balls, and a 
hot, hard boner.

"You are a quick learner, my homo friend," observed the leering male as 
he reveled to the sensations of his superhuman ballbath. "You are truly 
on your way to being a world class cocksucker," he chuckled. "It is now 
time for your final exam," declared Tony as he removed his wet scrotum 
from Superman's mouth. "This is where the real fun starts. And this is 
where you will get the reward for all of your hard work. Now, let's get 
those lips back into that o'," the lust filled Hispanic ordered as he 
thrust the hot head of his erection up against Superman's lips and 
gripped the back of Superman's head. "Blow me, faggot!" shouted the 22 
year old male as he shoved his turgid column of cockmeat into his 
helpless victim's mouth.

The distressed superhero was stunned by the speed and intensity at 
which Tony's rod pried apart his ovalled lips, slid across his tongue, 
and wedged itself deep inside of his throat. Only the collision of 
Superman's lips with the generously haired groin surrounding the base 
of Tony's cock, stopped the Latino penis from penetrating any deeper. 
His nose was buried in cockhair, a large set of balls were lodged 
against his chin, and strong hands were holding his head -- another 
magnificent shot for the Superman Cocksucker photographic collection.

Once he had buried his hot boner inside of the vanquished superhero's 
violated throat, the lust filled Latino stud began gyrating and 
thrusting his groin up against his captive's mouth. "There ya go, 
faggot. Is that enough dick for ya? You like having my rod stuck in 
your throat, don't you? You like servicing a real man, right 
superpansy? You like having a hot stud fuck your pussy mouth, right?" 
Tony demanded as he began pistoning his rock hard meat in and out of 
his captive's throat. "Now play with your cock while I'm letting you 
blow me," Tony ordered as he assumed a steady fucking cadence across 
the tongue and into the throat of the dumbfounded heterosexual 
superhero. "Show the world what really turns you on, cocksucker," 
ordered Tony as he watched the hand of the disoriented superhunk 
obediently start to fondle his impressive slab of Kyrptonian manmeat. 
"That's the way, cocksucker. Keep stroking that meat. Let's show all 
these guys how much you crave cock. You may be Superman, but you're 
still nothing but a cocksucker," taunted the hot Latino as he continued 
to face fuck Luthor's archenemy. "Look at this guys," Tony shouted at 
the gang of males he had recruited for the evening's face fucking of 
Superman. "Look at what it takes to give Superfag here a hardon! This 
cocksucker's dick is at full mast. We got ourselves one hot, hungry 
faggot. Look at him suck cock," laughed Tony as his superhero saliva 
coated dick continuously penetrated Superman's unresisting mouth.

The dazed enemy of Luthor could only kneel helplessly and masturbate in 
front of the crowd of hooting males and all seeing cameras as his face 
was ravaged by the lust crazed Latino stud. His ravaged supertaste buds 
instantly recorded ever instance of dick flavor as the Hispanic penis 
sawed back and forth across his tongue. He became painfully aware of 
the feeling of the firm ridge of Tony's firm cockhead, and each the 
contour of each vein that fed blood to the phallic assault weapon that 
was battering his gullet. And he was also becoming aware of a rising 
feeling in his own loins as he obediently jerk off in front of the 
assembled mob.

"Hey Tony," shouted a well built, blond construction worker named Mark. 
"I think that superpussy here my be getting ready to shoot a wad. He's 
yanking away on his cock like there's no tomorrow. I'll catch his goo 
in something when he shoots."

"Thanks, man," panted Tony as he felt his own climax nearing. "We 
wouldn't want to waste any of that shit. Besides, I think I have an 
idea of what to do with it. An idea that will make our homo friend here 
very happy," gasped Tony as he neared the point of no return.

A quickening of the pace at which the 22 year old hunk's cock was 
ravaging his mouth, coupled with the unmistakable body language of a 
rutting male on the verge of ejaculation were the only warnings that 
the facefucked Superstud received that a load of hot cum was about to 
be dumped into his mouth. "Aaaaah, shit! Yes! Take my load you 
cocksucking bitch" penetrated Superman's ears as the inflamed stud 
pulled his dick three quarters of the way out of Superman's mouth and 
began shooting thick streams of sperm laden cum onto the Man of Steel's 
tastebud covered tongue.

"It's all yours, faggot! Eat me cocksucker! Swallow my load! This is 
what you came here for, bitch. You'd better swallow every fuckin' 
drop," he bellowed as his spewing cock continued to pump warm, white 
manjuice into his supersucker's mouth.

As the first blasts of Latino stud semen fired out of the gaping piss 
slit that Superman had so thoroughly tongue worshiped, began to 
inundate his mouth, the ravaged heterosexual Man of Steel found himself 
swallowing the awful goo as he mindlessly complied with the shouted 
orders of the ejaculating stud. He knew that what was happening was 
terribly wrong, but he was helpless to resist.

"Oh man, she's drinking my load, guys! Look at her swallow that shit! 
She loves this stuff. She's still sucking on it. Clean that rod, 
faggot," groaned the exhausted defiler of Superman, as he felt the 
superhero's tongue go into action on his sensitive cockhead. "This 
faggot is lapping it up! He's sucking the snot outta my fuckpump. Damn, 
he is one hot queer," moaned Tony as Superman's tongue began removing 
every vestige of cum from his softening rod.

"Watch out Tony," shouted Mark, "he's gonna cum!"

 And sure enough, it happened. The constant masturbation had done the 
trick. For even as he continued to clean and service the Hispanic rod 
that had just finished spray painting the inside of his mouth white 
with cum, Superman's magnificent body began to shake in the throes of a 
Kryptonian orgasm.

As the splendid superhero cock began ejaculating its second only load 
of cum, the quick thinking Mark was there with a shallow bowl to catch 
each and every drop of the precious superhuman balljuice. It was quite 
a sustained orgasm that wracked the body of the heart throb of 
America's women as his dick surrendered its load of sperm rich cum. Had 
it not been for Tony's tight grip against the back of his head, the Man 
of Steel would have lost his balance and fallen on the floor.

With the Man of Steel's face mashed firmly against the furry Hispanic 
groin, the ever resourceful Mark snatched the post ejaculation 
superdick from Superman's hands and began to skillfully milk the 
remaining drops of precious Kryptonian cum out of his cock and into the 
bowl below. It was only after a considerable amount of milking that 
Mark finally released the now demutuscent phallus. "We got us a good 
load tonight, Mr. Luthor," shouted Mark as he started to walk towards 
the mastermind of the evening's events.

"No so fast, man," barked Tony as he snatched the bowl of supercum from 
the startled construction worker. "Superfag here is always going on and 
on about protecting the environment through recycling. Well tonight, 
he's gonna do some recycling himself. Lay down faggot," snapped Tony as 
he removed Superman's face from his groin and shoved him backwards onto 
the floor before the crowd of surprised men. Plopping onto the supine 
superstud's chest, the fast acting Hispanic hunk pried open Superman's 
lips and began to pour his own supercum into the stunned superhero's 
mouth.

"Eat that load, faggot," ordered Tony. "No woman is ever gonna want 
this shit in her. Hell, none of your fellow faggots would want to taste 
your pathetic goo either," he taunted. "But I know that you want it. 
It's cum, right? That's what you like right? You're a cum eater. Well, 
start swallowing!" snapped Tony as he coated the tongue of the hapless 
Man of Steel with his own ejaculate.

The straddled superhero was appalled as he realized that his own 
reproductive fluid was being dumped into his mouth by the sadistic 
Hispanic stud. "I was supposed to make babies with my semen," the 
miserable superhero thought as he got his first taste of his own 
balljuice. "This is wrong," screamed his conscience as he felt himself 
swallowing his own cum in a mindless response to the orders of the 
Latino male who sat leering at him atop his chest. But the effects of 
the red kryptonite vapors prevailed. He swallowed it all.

And as the triumphant 22 year old stud watched his pathetic prey gobble 
down his own cum, the assertive hunk quickly shoved the cum-slicked 
bowl against Superman's mouth and ordered him to "lick it clean, 
faggot." He was not to be disappointed. Within seconds of having been 
issued, the order was obeyed without hesitation by the supine Man of 
Steel who immediately extended his Kryptonian tongue and began to lap 
the inside surface of the cum bowl.

"Damn you really love that shit don't you superfag," the beaming male 
proclaimed as he watched this vanquished prey's tongue meekly obey his 
command. "Well, we'll try to satisfy your hunger tonight. There is a 
hell of lot more fresh cum for you in those hot studs here tonight. And 
every damn ounce of it is going to be poured down that throat of yours. 
Yup, this belly is gonna be bursting with stud sauce tonight my pansy 
friend," chortled Tony as he patted the firm abdomen of the naked Man 
of Steel. Shouts and hoots of agreement penetrated the ears of the 
spent superhero as his tortured brain began to comprehend the fellatio 
ordeal that lay ahead. It was going to be another terrible night of 
degradation and humiliation. Only the voice of his hated foe 
temporarily broke his terrible thoughts of the night of mass oral rape 
that awaited him.

"What the fuck did you do that for?" shouted Luthor. "I wanted that 
stuff for research."

"Don't worry about it boss. We needed to break this faggot. After 
tonight you'll have all the supercum you would ever want. He had to be 
broken. We had to let him understand what he is all about, right 
faggot," laughed Tony as he rubbed his finger across the almost 
immaculate surface of the well-licked sperm bowl. "Here, you missed a 
drop," he said as he thrust his finger into Superman's unresisting 
mouth and felt his compliant tongue snag the last drop of cum from it.

"Well princess," announced the 22 year old as he got off of the chest 
of the naked and vanquished superhero, "you've eaten two dickloads of 
that white ball syrup that you like so much. You got a lot more to eat 
before we kick you outta here tonight. Up on your knees, faggot. These 
guys are packing full loads, and you ain't leaving here until you've 
sucked everyone of them out of their hot cocks. Come on over here guys. 
Superman wants to blow ya," Tony announced as he watched the receptacle 
of his load of semen struggle to get up onto his knees.

"Here ya' go, dickbreath," announced a 38 year old off-duty Irish cop 
named Ryan who was on Luthor's payroll, as he whipped out his stiff rod 
and pressed his cockhead against Superman's lips. "I ain't into that 
fucking foreplay like Tony, here. Blow me, faggot," he ordered as he 
stuffed his hardon into the unresisting mouth of the Man of Steel. 
"Nobody can suck dick like you faggots," chuckled the lusty Irishman as 
he grabbed the back of Superman's head and impaled his face on his 
Irish rod. "And I guess I'm gonna get superhead tonight, right 
dickbreath," he asked as he began thrusting his rigid meat inside of 
Superman's violated mouth.

"You know dickbreath," said the rutting cop as he slowed his 
facefucking, put a hand under Superman's chin and looked downwards 
straight into his eyes, "my kid is a real fan of yours. I mean he 
thinks that you are just great. Could you imagine the look on his face 
if he saw a picture of his old man boning you in the mouth? I overheard 
him and his buddies joking about blowjobs and mocking out homo 
cocksuckers," Ryan continued as he watched his turgid organ probe the 
inner reaches of the violated mouth of the Man of Steel. "He would 
fucking shit, especially when he watched you swallow his old man's 
load! Damn I wish I had brought him along tonight. He would have really 
been disgusted watching you lap up your own cum outta that bowl like 
some kind of hungry kitten. Who'd of though it? Superman is queer," 
laughed the 38 year old police stud as he resumed facefucking the 
kneeling superhero. "Well, it will only be a few more seconds, and 
you'll get your reward. I've been saving up this load for days just for 
you!"

Unlike the night of his first gang-rape, when his mind had been 
severely clouded by the red and green Kryptonite dust he had been 
forced to inhale, the gases thrown off from heating red Kryptonite had 
a more subtle, but still insidious effect on the flying hunk of 
manhood. He was still unable to resist, but his awareness of what was 
going on around him was unimpaired. His nightmare would not be eased by 
oblivion.

That awareness was abruptly and horribly reinforced when the kneeling 
hetero superhunk felt a shudder surge through the body of the Irish cop 
who was feeding him dick. The shudder was accompanied by a groan and 
those dreaded words "Oh fuck! I'm coming! Damn! Blow me bitch! Aaahhh, 
fuck! Take it! Yeah!!!!" as the penis around which his lips were 
clamped began vomiting its load of white, viscous, semen-laden cum down 
his throat. "Swallow it you cocksucking whore," bellowed the 
ejaculating cop as he lunged forward burying his dick to the hilt 
inside of Superman's mouth. "Take my load, faggot," he snarled as he 
continued to pump his scum into his captive's stomach. "Damn this is 
great," officer Ryan groaned.

The luckless Man of Steel remained on his knees impaled on the 
Irishman's cock for what seemed to be an eternity. Although Ryan had 
blown his load directly into Superman's throat, he remained inside of 
Superman's mouth until his dick had completely softened. Any relief at 
avoiding another taste of the hated male reproductive fluid was short 
lived when Ryan wrapped his fingers tightly around the lips of the Man 
of Steel, and slowly withdrew his penis, a procedure that squeezed the 
last remaining drops of cop cum out of his dick and deposited them 
directly on top of the all sensing tastebuds of the kneeling superstud. 
It was a terrible reminder to Superman of what he had just swallowed, 
and what would soon be digested by his powerful stomach acids and 
circulated throughout his Kryptonian system as nourishment. But a lot 
more semen was going to be emptied into Superman's stomach that night.

And just as it had happened on the night that he had been betrayed by 
Lois Lane, the cycle of superhuman fellatio continued uninterrupted for 
hours upon hours, well into the wee hours of the next morning. Some of 
the guys were like Ryan --- wham bang, dick in, dump a load, dick out -
-- while others took their time, like Tony, and made the heart throb of 
millions of women and hero to men, women and children across the globe, 
go through the entire humiliating procedure of scrotum adulation, and 
reverent cock kissing before bathing Superman's tastebuds in cum or 
dumping their loads down his throat.

The demand for head from Superman seemed to be inexhaustible for no 
sooner had he swallowed another load of hot, fresh, mancream, then 
another cock was thrust up against his lips demanding service. As Tony 
had predicted Superman's firm belly was being loaded up with cum. And 
to the glee and delight of his archnemesis Lex Luthor, each blowjob by 
Superman was photographed and videotaped for the future.

"This is simply unbelievable," beamed Luthor as he watched his foe 
gobble dick after dick. "This has succeeded beyond my wildest 
expectations," he chortled as he threw his arm around Tony's shoulder. 
"Next week we'll have him begging to suck dick, and we won't have to 
use any more red Kryptonite. These pictures and tapes will be more than 
enough to turn this asshole into a permanent, even if he is unwilling, 
cocksucker. Yup after tonight, he will be ours! Make sure that 
Tinkerbell's flying suit has all the red Kryptonite removed before she 
puts it on," Lex said to Tony. "I want him in full control of his 
mental faculties, with a completely free will, when he surrenders his 
manhood next week. As he goes down on his knees, I want him to be 
painfully aware of what he will be doing. I want to give Lois a video 
tape of the entire scene as he willing goes down on another guy. A tape 
of Superman performing his first, fully cognizant, Kryptonite free 
blowjob will make a nice wedding present for my bride to me," said 
Luthor as he turned to watch yet another erect penis penetrate the lips 
of his foe.

The repeated phallic invasions went on until shortly after 4:00 AM; 
over nine hours of penile penetrations of the unwilling, but unable to 
resist, mouth of the Man of Steel. It was as if Superman had sucked off 
the United Nations. By the time the ordeal had ended the dark haired 
hunk from Krypton had been dick feed Italian, Swedish, Afro-American, 
Chinese, Puerto Rican, Irish, Mexican, British, Japanese, French, 
Greek, Arabic, Slav, American Indian, and a large collection of good 
old American semen; nearly ninety loads of jiss from seventy five 
assorted cocks. The only exception being the load shot by a six foot, 
three inch dockworker named Tom. He had pulled out of Superman's mouth 
at the last minute when Luthor realized that he wanted a new facial 
cumshot of the Man of Steel.

It was a fantastic shot. It happened around 3:00 AM. The by now well 
practiced superhero cocksucker was preparing to impale his throat onto 
Tom's obviously on the verge of erupting cock --- anything to avoid the 
hated taste of cum, when the dick was abruptly withdrawn from his 
sucking mouth and pointed right between his eyes. Unable to comprehend 
what was about to happen, the facefucked Man of Steel just knelt there 
staring as the hot dockworker's babymaker fired its first cum gob 
directly onto the bridge of his nose.

"It's time for your facial, jerkoff," announced the grinning 
longshoreman as his wildly spewing cock shot gobs of warm, white semen 
onto Superman's cheeks, in his eyebrow, up his left nostril, on one of 
his ears, in his hair, and of course across his lips. "That looks good 
on you," said the derisive voice as he looked down as his dickwork. It 
was an awesome scene that was saved for posterity by the all-seeing 
lens of Luthor's cameras.

"Look at that drop of cum just hanging on the tip of that cocksucker's 
nose," exclaimed Luthor as he watched a close up shot of this most 
recent act of humiliation. "I'm gonna have that shot converted into a 
bmp so I can use it as my wallpaper on my PC. Maybe I'll have a 
screensaver made out of some of these shots too,: he mused. "Flying 
blowjobs! What a concept," he laughed as he continued to watch the 
torment of his nemesis.

""Way to go Tom," whooped Luthor as he watched the hot dockworker add 
insult to injury by repeatedly rubbing his dick through his cum on 
Superman's face, and then ordering the kneeling superstud to lick his 
rod clean. "This guy's getting a bonus this month," thought Luthor as 
he stared transfixed by this last innovation in superhero debasement.

The final load of viscous cum was shot into Superman's totally pillaged 
mouth at approximately quarter after four in the morning. It spewed out 
of a thick penis that belonged to a 23 year old sailor who hadn't 
gotten his rocks off in three months. Needless to say it was the mother 
of all orgasms, and a fitting climax to the night's activities.

As the last drops of seaman semen were emptied into his mouth, the 
exhausted Man of Steel was shoved backwards onto the floor by the 
obviously pleased with himself sailor. "Damn we could have used on 
board our sub," he laughed as he stuffed his well-sucked dick back into 
his pants. "We would have kept you supplied with dick twenty-four hours 
a day. As a matter of fact you have a lot in common with a submarine. 
You're filled with semen! See ya later cocksucker. He's all yours," 
said the smug sailor towards a small group of males who had quietly 
gathered around the superstud as he lay on his back on the floor.

Superman' s feeble attempt to get off the floor was interrupted by the 
group of males who swiftly placed a vinyl bag over his head and began 
pumping in large quantities of concentrated gas extracted from the 
dreaded red Krypton. Within moments, the Man of Steel was out cold.

"Good job, fellahs," said Luthor as he looked down on the naked, inert 
form of his enemy. Wish I could get another load outta those balls of 
his for my research," he said to no one in particular. Guess I'll have 
to wait until the next time. Take him away, guys."

"Whoa, not so fast Mr. Luthor," said the street punk Antonio as he 
grabbed a hold of the flaccid cock of the defenseless Man of Steel and 
began to stroke it. "I'll get a load outta of this faggot for you."

Within a few minutes the street punk had virtually transformed Superman 
into a cow; stroking him into a full erection and then milking him of 
his semen. The unconscious Man of Steel gave up his male essence a 
second time without a fight.

As Luthor departed with his unexpected bonus of superspunk, Superman 
was carried into the back of a van by six of Luthor's goons, including 
Ryan, the Irish cop. The plan was to take the naked superstud to an 
isolated spot in a nearby woods, dump him, and then drive off. This 
would give Lex and the rest of the gang enough time to leave the scene.

Things actually went according to plan, well almost that is. As they 
hauled the nude Man of Steel out of the back of the van and spread him 
out on his back on top of his red and blue suit beneath some trees, the 
Irishman made on last minute change to Lex's plan.

"Hey guys," Ryan chuckled. "I gotta take a piss. Anybody want to join 
me?" he said as he nodded and leered at the inert nude lying under the 
tree.

A chorus of "Fuck yeah! Right on! My bladder's full. You are a 
bastard!" erupted from the group as they scrambled towards the comatose 
superhero. "Hey, the cocksucker's mouth is open," exclaimed one of the 
guys as he stood over Luthor's vanquished foe and began unzipping his 
fly. "This is gonna be fun. "It's time to take a shower!" he announced 
as he began urinating onto Superman's face.

The remaining zippers were instantly lowered and within moments six 
studs were draining their bladders onto the handsome face and 
sculptured body of every woman's dream. "Damn this faggot's gonna 
stink," observed one of Luthor's men as he directed his stream into 
Superman's hair. "He'll probably love it," smirked another as he 
drenched Superman's exposed nuts, dick, and pubic hair with his stream.

A few minutes later, they piled in the van and drove off, leaving the 
magnificent, naked, piss glistening body of the unconscious Superman 
lying on his piss soaked suit.


Chapter Three

Unlike his first gang rape at the hands of Lex Luthor and his henchmen, 
the vanquished, urine coated, Man of Steel remained unconscious and 
naked on his back for almost 24 hours. He had inhaled such a large 
quantity of the Red Krypton gas, that it took almost an entire day for 
his system to get rid of it. It was almost three in the morning when 
the groggy, ravished Man of Steel finally awoke, alone in the woods, 
naked, lying on his back on top of his piss covered suit, coated with a 
veneer of encrusted cum and dried urine.

As his head pounded from a hangover-like reaction to the residue of Red 
Krypton gas that still lingered in his bloodstream, the violated and 
confused superhunk's sensory centers were overwhelmed as they reported 
the physical evidence of his second night of degradation to his groggy 
brain. The unmistakable smell of stale urine permeated every breath the 
he took, while his much abused tastebuds reminded him of the cum wads 
he had swallowed and confirmed that he had downed several piss 
cocktails the night before. The urine and cum matted hair that stuck to 
his brow provided the final reminder of the ordeal he had just 
undergone.

"Ohhhhhhh, not again," groaned the prostrate Superstud as he struggled 
to get off his back. "How could this happen to me again? I'm not a 
faggot! Why? Why did I let them strip me? Why did I drop to my knees 
the moment I saw that bastard? What's happening to me?"asked the 
bewildered Man of Steel as he ran his hand through his semen and piss 
stiffened hair. "How can Luthor turn me into a compliant cocksucker? 
What is going to happen to me next? When did I lose control of my life? 
Why did I get hard and ejaculate when I was sucking that bastard 
Antonio's dick? Why did I allow them to feed me my own semen? Why? Why? 
Why?"

As the dazed Kryptonian stud stumbled around naked in the woods where 
the Irish cop and his other rapists had dumped him, Luthor was busily 
finalizing his plans to permanently convert the Man of Steel into his 
own personal suckslave whore.

"I need your help with a little experiment with superfag, Tony," Luthor 
remarked as he removed a small vial of transparent liquid with an 
almost imperceptible pink tinge from his pocket and held up for Tony to 
see. "The contents of this vial represent hundreds of hours of intense 
research, analysis and experimentation by a private bio-pharmaceutical 
lab in Switzerland." continued Luthor. "Remember that first night that 
we had Superman chow down on your dick? Remember how you snuck up 
behind that asshole when he was blowing me, slipped your finger into 
his ass, and banged away on his prostate until his nuts gave up their 
very first load of superscum? Remember how we saved every damn ounce of 
that shit and told that Kryptonian dickhead that I was going to run 
some experiments on it to see if I could make some money on it? Well, 
my friend, if those Swiss biotechnologists have done their job right, 
we just might start making some money off of this flying cocksucker," 
chuckled Luthor. If this works the way that I hope it works, we may be 
able to make ourselves a fortune whoring this bastard out," Luthor 
continued.

"There are a lot of very wealthy men in the world who would shell out 
big bucks in order to be able to lie back in bed, spread their legs and 
order Superman to suck them off. I've already gotten an offer of 
$350,000 from a Nigerian General, with whom I have done business, for 
one night with the Kryptonian cocksucker," observed Luthor as he held 
the vial up to Tony's face. "Yup, my general friend can't wait to pull 
his dick out of Superman's throat and dump his load onto the flying 
faggot's taste buds. Think of it my friend," mused the diabolical 
Luthor, "someone is willing to pay over a third of a million bucks for 
one blowjob from this faster than the speed of sound pansy. Hell, 
you've already gotten several million dollars worth of head," chuckled 
Luthor as he affectionately shook the shoulders of the man who 
deflowered Superman.

"I want you to find a way to get the contents of this cylinder, 
undetected, into Superman's mouth the next time that he is chowing down 
on somebody's cock," said Luthor. "I want you get it into that 
asshole's mouth just before Superman gets ready to swallow a load of 
semen. We need to get this stuff into his gullet without being 
detected. We need to give his body time to absorb it into his blood 
stream. If this works, he'll be our cocksucking whore for life!"

"Sure, Lex," grinned Tony. "But tell me, what's in this stuff? What's 
it supposed to do to our little dicklapper from Krypton?"

"Well, my friend," said Luthor, "as you and I both know, Superman is 
not a faggot. It has taken an enormous amount of careful coordination , 
diabolical planning, a large quantity of red kryptonite, lots of hard 
work, and a betrayal by Lois Lane to get that asshole onto his knees. 
I've been mindfucking him continuously and so far it appears to be 
working. I think that we also may have enough video, pictures, and 
computer image files documenting his cocksucking to keep him out of our 
business or even to blackmail him into doing some repeat cocksucking 
for some of our friends. But that really isn't enough. I want to 
convert that interfering, holier-than-thou, pain in the ass into a 
genuine faggot! I want him to crave cock as much as one of those guys 
that you see marching in those gay pride parades," continued Luthor. "I 
want to make sure that the only pussy he'll ever want to get near is 
one that has four feet and purrs. This stuff just might do it."

"Those loads of cum that we milked out of Superman were a windfall for 
us since they are the only samples of Kryptonian body chemistry that 
have ever been available for study and research. His body is 
invulnerable so all attempts at scrapping, cutting, rubbing or even 
shooting off something of Superman have failed. Those loads of nutsauce 
that we milked out of that Kryptonian cow may have given us the key to 
completely transforming him into an aficionado of the phallus." Luthor 
explained.

"The biochemists and geneticists at the Swiss lab believe that they 
have identified and isolated Kryptonian testosterone from the semen we 
extracted from Superman. They were able to duplicate its chemical 
properties and produce it in concentrated doses. We know that 
testosterone produces sexual urgency in the human male. Our theory is 
that if we feed Superman extraordinarily concentrated doses of 
Kryptonian testosterone while he is sucking you guys off, it might 
produce a strong sexual desire reaction within his body. Since he has 
never experienced such an intense blast of desire, it may help us in 
our program to convince him that he was in fact born to suck dick," the 
intensely focused Luthor continued.

"I mean look what we were able to accomplish by giving him his first 
orgasm while I had my dick in his mouth." Luthor noted. "That poor 
asshole didn't know what to think," chuckled Luthor. "We have really 
done a mindfuck on him. Hell, we conned him into coming back for a 
second session on his knees, didn't we? If we can get him to come back 
for a third session, and slip this stuff into his system, he just might 
be ours for good. You gotta admit Tony," said Luthor as he smiled at 
the first man to dump a load of cum down Superman's throat, "you do get 
a kick outta having him kneeling before you gobbling on your meat. Hey, 
if this works out, you'll be able to plug his gullet whenever you 
want," laughed Lex.

"Yeah, Lex, you have a point," said the grinning Tony as he rubbed his 
hand across his crotch. "That flying bastard sure does know how to suck 
cock!"

"Well, hopefully this little witches' brew will make Superman's mouth a 
permanent depository for your excess semen," mused Luthor as he 
continued to gaze at the vial that had just been flown in from Zurich. 
"My biochemists were able to increase the strength of the Kryptonian 
testosterone a thousand fold. I hope that does the trick. As added 
insurance I had them add concentrates of other chemicals to attempt to 
stimulate the pleasure centers of his brain. These so called pleasure 
centers are brain structures that, when stimulated, produce an intense 
desire to experience the pleasure effects again and again. This causes 
changes in brain activity. In humans this allows a brain chemical 
called dopamine, a neurotransmitter, to remain active longer than 
normal, which then triggers an intense craving for more of the drug. I 
instructed my biochemists to try to target the areas of Superman's 
brain with chemical stimulants that would activate the same pleasure 
centers as such substances as cocaine, heroin, and ecstasy. I also had 
them include heavy doses of the various components of human semen, 
since we want him addicted to human cum. It would be just my luck to 
get him turned onto Kryptonian cum. While it would be hysterical to 
know that he had to suck himself off everyday, I want him to get turned 
onto human cock," exclaimed Luthor. "I hope this scheme works."

"Well, Lex, if anyone can turn Superman into a Superfag, it's you," 
declare the horny Latin stud as he lewdly rubbed the engorged meat that 
was straining against his pants. "Can't wait to get this mother in 
between that flying asshole's lips," he continued.

"Keep that load of cum in your balls, my friend," admonished Luthor. 
"It won't be long before we will know if it works. Come on Tony, we 
gotta get over to Clark Kent's apartment building before that flying 
cocksucker comes home. My engineers have been there since the moment 
you got your dick reinserted in between those pretty lips of his. I 
want to personally inspect their work. I want to make sure that 
everything is perfect. If this works out, that cocksucker will be 
ours!"

Even as the diabolical Lex was speaking his well-paid engineers were 
finishing the last items of their part in Luthor's scheme to turn 
Superman into a permanent semen receptacle.

"Hey, Mike, make sure that nozzle is inserted behind the recirculation 
fan in that unit. We need to have this red kryptonite gas circulating 
throughout the building, but we have to make sure that the sound of the 
escaping gas is masked by the sound of the fan. The gas will only flow 
when the fan is on. This way we should be able to keep the building 
saturated with the stuff without having to worry about the bastard's 
superhearing."

"Don' t worry Paul. Superman will never know what hit him. Hey, is it 
true that Lex is gonna let us facefuck that self-righteous piece of 
shit if this all works out? asked Mike as he completed tightening the 
last of the kryptonite gas connections to the system.

"Absolutely! It won't be too long before you'll be burying your bone in 
Superman's face!" Mike exclaimed.

"Unfuckingbelievable!"

While Luthor's engineer's finished their work in the basement of Clark 
Kent's apartment building, Clark, er Superman was still trying to come 
to terms with the events of the prior evening. Realizing that he was 
still to unstable to safely fly out of the woods and navigate back to 
his apartment without being discovered, the still nude Man of Steel has 
slunk further back into the woods lest he be seen in his disgrace by a 
passing motorist.

Even though he had found his piss-covered outfit, the disheartened 
superhero was too overwhelmed by the memories of the previous evening 
to even put it on. He merely sat down underneath a large tree for hours 
and held and stared at his magnificent slab of Kryptonian meat while 
asking himself over and over again "Why did you get hard while I was 
sucking another male's cock? Why did you cum when he shot his load into 
my mouth? What do you know about me that I don't?" he asked as he 
continued to turn his dick over and around as he examined it from many 
angles. "This cannot be right. I was always attracted to women? I don't 
want to spend my life kneeling before other males. I was born to be a 
bull, not a cow! Why have you betrayed me?" the forlorn heart throb of 
millions asked his magnificent dick. Of course the fact that his slab 
of superhuman manmeat began to harden from his constant manipulation, 
only added to his confusion.

It wasn't until nearly nine in the morning that he felt stable enough 
to get into his stinking outfit and fly home to Clark Kent's apartment, 
stopping along the way to plunge headlong into a nearby lake in order 
to remove the vestiges of the semen and piss that had dried to him and 
his uniform.

As the dejected Man of Steel, now wearing the civilian garb of Clark 
Kent, entered his apartment building, the insidious Red Kryptonite gas 
began its silent assault on him. The affect of the low concentration of 
the gas in the foyer was not immediately evident to the Man of Steel as 
he strode, slightly lightheaded, towards the elevator. As he entered 
the elevator and proceeded to move deeper into the center of the 
building, the concentration of the gas increased, clouding his 
judgement and increasing his vulnerability. By the time that he reached 
the door to his apartment, it was a very confused Clark Kent who 
fumbled with his keys at his apartment door. By the time he got into 
his apartment, which was saturated with the gas from Red Krypton, his 
fate was sealed. He never had a chance.

Although the high speed plunge into the lake had removed most traces of 
his night of degradation, the Man of Steel's krypton-clouded judgement 
told him that a nice, soapy, hot shower was the right thing to do to 
further distance himself from that horrific night. He tossed aside his 
Clark Kent street clothes, stripped off his blue and red uniform, 
stepped a little uncertainly into the shower and began soaping every 
magnificent inch of his gorgeous body. He was so absorbed in removing 
all traces of his rape, and so impaired by the omnipresent krypton gas, 
that he failed to detect the door of his apartment being opened, and 
remained completely oblivious to the group of males who gathered at his 
bathroom door and watched him cleanse himself through the frosted 
shower door.

Realizing that their plan was succeeding, the leader of the group of 
would-be Superman rapists, the hot dicked, Latino stud Tony, quietly 
signal to the other males to wait and watch. He would give the signal 
when it was time to move. Timing in this would be important.

Totally unaware of the dangerous situation in which he now was, the Man 
of Steel proceeded to run his soap coated hands all over his 
extraordinarily masculine body. A body that he had intended to 
eventually reserve for the use of one woman, but a body that Lex Luthor 
was bound and determined to dedicate completely to providing pleasure 
for other men. First his strong hands moved across his powerful and 
muscular chest, thoroughly removing all traces of the prior evening's 
coating of cum and piss, then they proceeded southward across his 
washboard abdomen before concentrating on his heavy balls, dark pubic 
bush, and impressive cock. It somehow felt important to him that these 
symbols of his manhood be symbolically purified after that hideous 
night of shame. Unfortunately for Superman, this is the very moment for 
which Tony had been waiting.

"Caught ya! Faggot!" yell the beaming 22 year old stud who had 
deflowered Superman in the basement vault. "I told you he was queer," 
chortled Tony as he pulled the startled Kryptonian stud out of the 
shower. "See, he was playing with himself. Bet he was gonna jerk off 
thinking about all those cocks he sucked the other night, weren't ya? 
Faggot! Hey bitch, I'm talking to you," yelled Superman's gleeful 
repeat rapist as the soaking wet Man of Steel staggered around the 
bathroom completely under the mind-numbing influence of the Kryptonite 
gas. "You don't have to fantasize about sucking cocks when you play 
with yourself, Pussyboy. We brought you some real meat to swing on! 
Right guys?" Tony asked as he shoved the sopping wet, bare-assed, and 
confused Son of Krypton into the males who stood outside the bathroom 
laughing and pointing at the hitherto invincible Superhero.

"Yeah princess," laughed a 34 year old, black haired, Italo-Irish, ex-
US Navy SEAL named Collin Umberto into whom Superman had crashed, "You 
won't have to do no fantasizing with me around. C'mere, honey," the 
determined hunk ordered as he caught the wet Man of Steel, grabbed a 
hold of his head, and thrust his hot tongue deep inside the mouth of 
the hapless Superhero.

The shocked Man of Steel, who was now incapable of getting control of 
the situation, remained enveloped in the strong arms of the Navy hunk 
as the Italo-Irishman's tongue invaded and probed every inch of his 
violated mouth. "Damn your lips are sweet,"exclaimed Collin as he 
finally broke off his tongue assault on Superman's mouth. "A hot 
tonguing always gets the ladies ready," he announced as he maneuvered 
the stunned Superman into his own bedroom. "Don't pay any attention to 
those guys," Collin whispered into the ear of the despairing Man of 
Steel. "I'm gonna take really good care of you. I know what you want," 
he continued as the handsome male caught Superman's unable to resist 
hand and held it on the crotch of his jeans, right on top of Collin's 
heavy balls and lengthening cock.

The words "Just be patient, honey" echoed through Superman's ears as he 
felt his hand being cupped around the warm, denim-encased genitals of 
the hairy chested stud who was moving him inexorably backwards through 
the doorway of his bedroom towards his own bed. Fear registered on 
Superman's face as he felt the former SEAL's hefty cock begin to 
lengthen, but the Kryptonite gas made him incapable of resistance. 
Although his brain was screaming "stop," it could not transmit the 
order to his hands. They remained clasped to the crotch of the grinning 
Italian-Irish stud.

As Superman's strong calves made contact with the foot of his bed, the 
vulnerable Man of Steel felt himself losing his balance and falling 
backwards. His fall was broken by the powerful, hair-covered arms of 
his dominator who gently guided the powerless superhero onto his own 
bed. "Whoa, there, sweet lips," said the handsome agent of Luthor as he 
gently eased the naked Man of Steel onto his own bed and shoved a 
pillow under his head. "You should be more careful. We don't want you 
to hurt yourself. We still have a lot of lovin' to do. You better be 
more careful," continued the strong hunk as he deposited Superman on 
his back on his bed before spreading the naked superhero's powerful 
legs apart, exposing the superhunk's cock and balls for all to see.

As the groggy superstud lay naked and vulnerable on his back, he could 
see the smiling hunk slowly stripping at the foot of his bed. "That's 
right Superman, you keep your eyes locked on me as I get ready to give 
you what you so desperately need," ordered the cocky 34 year old stud 
as he continued to reveal more and more of his muscular, hirsute body 
to the stupefied Man of Steel. "This is what a real male looks like, 
Superman," smirked Collin as he finished undressing and stood 
completely nude at the foot of Superman's bed. "And this is what you so 
desperately need from a real male," laughed Collin as he shook his 
hardening cock at Superman. "It's all yours, Superman," continued 
Collin as he began walking towards the head of the bed ominously 
shaking his nearly full-masted hardon. "And I'm gonna give it to you."

The weakened superhero could only lay defenselessly as the naked hunk 
advanced relentlessly towards him filling more and more of Superman's 
field of vision with his erect cock and its dense bed of dark, wiry 
pubic hair. And when the six foot, three, hardon sprouting male came to 
a stop immediately next to Superman's face, the Kryptonian stud quietly 
moaned, "Oh no, not again," while automatically and inexplicably 
opening his mouth to admit the rigid slab of maleness that was aimed so 
menacing at him.

"Whoa, not so fast, cocksucker," laughed Collin as he shifted his 
position, climbed onto the bed of the even more confused Man of Steel, 
and then lay full length on top of the prone, splayed legged son of 
Krypton. "A good bottom doesn't just suck a stud's cock," the hunk 
continued as he began to stroke the face of the thoroughly distraught 
Superman. "A good bottom completely surrenders first. A good bottom 
lets his man know that he only exists for his man's pleasure," Collin 
explained as he wedged his lower half between Superman's open thighs 
and began to slowly slide his rock hard cock across the cock, balls and 
pubes of the supine Man of Steel. "Yes," groaned the horny stud as his 
body completely covered the magnificent physique of the immensely 
powerful, yet unable to resist, superhero.

Superman was confused and uncertain as he lay underneath the strong, 
hair-covered body of the formidable male whose stiff penis was fucking 
across his own. The Man of Steel's bewilderment was compounded as the 
male who now totally dominated him began to stroke Superman's cheeks, 
rub his chest, and nuzzle his neck while whispering "what a pretty 
cocksucker, you are. Don't worry, it'll be alright. Don't be nervous. 
I'll take care of you, and you can take care of me. This is why your 
father sent you here to Earth. He knew what he was doing. He wanted you 
to serve man," Collin continued as he detected the first stiffening in 
Superman's impressive dick. "Only you got it all wrong. He didn't want 
you flying around the planet poking your nose into everybody's 
business. He wanted you serving underneath a hot stud, just like you 
are doing now," said the cunning Italo-Irishman as he carefully 
performed his role in Luthor's fiendish scheme to overthrow the Man of 
Steel and convert him into a submissive cocksucker. "Listen to your 
cock," whispered the five o'clock shadowed stud as he felt Superman's 
penis reach full mast. "It knows why you are here. Accept it."

Superman's mind, made vulnerable by the effects of the red Kryptonite, 
and more ominously, made more receptive by the sinisterly clever 
sophistry of the charming stud, struggled to deal with the onslaught of 
seemingly airtight logic of Luthor's lieutenant and the sensations 
emanating from his own full-masted cock. He could not resist when 
Collin's strong tongue forced its way into his mouth for a second time, 
nor was his brain able to summon the will to prevent the lusty stud 
from guiding Superman's left hand to Collin's hairy chest and ordering 
him to "feel a real man's chest, pussyboy. There's no shame in 
acknowledging the truth. This is why you were sent to our planet. 
Serving man is the only way that you will ever find peace and 
contentment. Here's the ultimate proof," declared Collin as he grabbed 
a hold of Superman's rigid organ. If this wasn't right, your dick would 
be limp, not hard as a rock! You were sent to Earth to suck cock! 
That's nothing to be ashamed of. Some of us were born to be sucked, 
while others, such as you, were born to suck. I'll prove it to you." 
continued Collin as the dedicated minion of Luthor deftly shifted his 
position 180 degrees.

As the well-formed, hair-covered thighs of Luthor's henchman came to a 
rest just above the head of the prostrate Man of Steel, Superman's 
field of vision was completely dominated by the phallic obelisk as it 
rose menacingly from Collin's dense pubes. And before the supine 
superhero could comprehend the turn of events, that vision disappeared 
as the stud's crotch came to a full rest on top of the face of the 
dazed Kryptonian hunk, firmly wedging the hot, turgid love muscle 
tightly against the chin, lips and nose of Luthor's mind-fucked enemy.

The gentle exhortation "Come on, cocksucker, Open Up" echoed in 
Superman's ears as he felt the head of the hot dick start to push 
insistently against his lips. "Come on. You know you want it. You need 
that cock. Trust me. Open up those pretty lips of yours and wrap them 
around that dick," and similar commands accompanied the relentless 
assault against Superman's lips until his resistance collapsed and the 
firm head of Collin's cock entered the Man of Steel's mouth in triumph.

"Ohhhhh, yes!" exclaimed the hot blooded male as a sea of warmth around 
his straining dick signaled the capitulation of Superman. "You're a 
good bitch. Take that cock. That's right pussyboy, take it all in," 
Collin continued as he forced more and more of his rigid penis into the 
mouth of his prey. "Take it all, faggot," continued Luthor's masterful 
agent as he felt the head of his penis start to pry its way into the 
throat of the subjugated Man of Steel.

Trapped in his own bed underneath the sinister agent of his archnemesis 
Luthor, impaired by Red Kryptonite gas, and unable to refute the 
sophistry of the male whose cock was buried in his throat, the paragon 
of maleness simply gave up and allowed himself to be used by the 
gloating Italo-Irish hunk above him.

"Gentlemen, we have a cocksucker!" exclaimed the hirsute male as he 
felt all tension and resistance disappear from the conquered male below 
him. "The faggot has come out of the closet," beamed the self-satisfied 
34 year-old as he flashed a thumbs up' to the other males who had been 
silently watching the incredible seduction scene from the doorway to 
the bedroom. "Come on in guys. Watch how our flying cocksucker serves 
mankind," chortled Collin as he began to slowly and deliberately fuck 
the face of Luthor's hated foe.

As the stiff slab of Irish-Italian manmeat began to pleasure itself 
within the tight confines of Superman's throat, the heart throb of 
millions of women lay passively as he was turned into a surrogate 
vagina for the gratification of another male. As he abandoned all 
efforts at resistance Superman began to concentrate on the strange 
sensations around him. He could feel the heat of the lusty male above 
him as Collin's fur covered lower abdominal region rhythmically 
propelled his cock into and out of Superman's throat. He was aware of 
the smells of male rutting emanating from the thickly bushed pubes that 
continuously rubbed across his nose and face. His taste buds 
transmitted the taste of a man's erect, and pre-cum dripping penis. He 
could also sense the weight of Collin's heavy ballsack as it too moved 
across his forehead. And he was keenly aware of the sensations from his 
own stiff prick, kept hard by an occasional stroke from the malevolent 
male above. Superman still knew that what was being done to him was 
profoundly wrong, but he was simply not physically capable of stopping 
it.

After a long session of slow, deliberated fucking, accompanied by a 
mantra of carefully selected words of encouragement such as "Oh, baby, 
that feels so good," "You really know how to take care of your man" 
"Suck daddy's dick," "Oh, yes, you are the best," "Don't stop," "Look 
how hard you got sucking on that dick," and "Tighten those pretty lips 
of yours" the rutting Italo-Irish seaman, who now had total control of 
the Man of Steel, felt the initial signals of an impending orgasm.

"Your man is almost ready to give you his load, princess," grunted the 
triumphant male as he increased the pace of his throat fucking. "It's 
almost supper time, my sweet little whore," panted the rutting stud as 
he face fucked the supine Man of Steel. "You've been a good girl, and 
your man is gonna reward you," announced the beaming hunk as he 
signalled to the 22-year old Tony to get the vial of witches' brew that 
had been concocted by Luthor's team of Swiss biochemists and 
geneticists. "I can't hold back anymore, cocksucker," Collin groaned as 
he felt himself going over the edge. "Here it comes! Take it, bitch! 
Eat that load cocksucker! Swallow it, faggot."

Entrapped below, the captive Superman felt the stiff cock withdrawing 
from his throat before it began spewing its hot load of sperm-filled 
semen into his Kryptonian mouth. Large quantities of thick, white goo 
shot out of the slit at the end of Collin's erupting cock, splashed 
against Superman's taste-bud loaded tongue, and began inundating his 
pearly white teeth, before flowing downwards into his throat and 
towards his belly. At Luthor's orders Collin had been celibate for a 
number of days in order to insure that this particular load was a big 
one. And it was. As the rigid phallus continued to ejaculate into 
Superman's unresisting mouth, Tony, the 22-year old Hispanic stud whose 
cock had taken Superman's virginity, uncorked the small vial of 
transparent liquid, slid it alongside of Collin's gushing dick, and 
began emptying its hazardous to Kryptonian heterosexuality contents 
into Superman's mouth. There it joined the growing pool of cum 
deposited by Collin's cock, and flowed unnoticed and unopposed into the 
stomach of the unsuspecting Man of Steel. A few moments later the 
smiling Hispanic male quietly whispered into Collin's ear "mission 
accomplished." Luthor's hairy 34 year old henchman grinned from ear to 
ear as he felt the Man of Steel meekly swallow his load, along with 
Luthor's surprise additive.

The blissfully satisfied former seamen, his softening cock still firmly 
stuffed inside of Superman's defiled mouth, lay on top of the subdued 
Man of Steel for at least five minutes, savoring his victory over the 
superhero, and more importantly giving Luthor's biochemical cocktail 
added time to reach the stomach of the imperiled Kryptonian stud 
beneath him.

"Okay, sweetie, let's clean that rod good," barked the jubilant male. 
"Don't waste any of it. My nuts worked overtime to satisfy you. Keep 
swallowing, cocksucker. Ah, yes. Lick it clean That's a good little 
faggot. Clean all of my cum off of my rod. Doesn't it taste good? You 
like that stuff, don't you?" observed Collin as he felt Superman's 
tongue comply with his latest directive.

As the exposed Man of Steel obeyed the degrading commands of Luthor's 
lieutenant and lapped away at the hair enshrouded penis that was still 
anchored between his lips, he was totally unaware of the extreme peril 
that he faced. For each swallow not only carried the warm contents of 
Collin's ballsack into Superman's stomach, it also carried the 
substance which Luthor hoped would turn the Man of Steel into a 
permanent cum addict. But the mindfucked and Red Kryptonite intoxicated 
son of Jorel remained on his back, quietly nursing and then swallowing 
the last drops of semen from Collin's demutescent penis, completely 
oblivious to the fact that his own digestive system was in the process 
of carrying Luthor's experimental substance into his Kryptonian blood 
stream. A quick regurgitation could have stopped the process and saved 
him from a terrible fate.. But the clever Italo-Irish stud had no 
intention of letting that happen.

"Tony, get your dick over here!" Collin ordered as he finally rolled 
off of the pathetically compliant Man of Steel, removed his cock from 
Superman's mouth and got off of his bed. "Our girlfriend here is still 
hungry, aren't you cocksucker? I had a hard time getting my dick outta 
her mouth! She didn't want to stop sucking on it, right sweety?" 
chuckled the jubilant stud. "Here, look at the rod she's sprouting," 
laughed Collin as he grabbed a hold of Superman's impressive boner and 
began to play with it.. "Even a stud like me ain't enough for this 
homo, right faggot?" Collin asked as he stared into the face of the 
temporarily powerless superhero while continuing to stroke Superman's 
hard dick. "She wants another cock. Get your meat over here and take 
care of my girlfriend!" directed Collin as the naked grinning 22-year 
old Hispanic male hustled over to the side of the bed.

"Honey, I'm home!" exclaimed the amused male in a campy imitation of 
the Ricky Ricardo character from the old I Love Lucy' show, as he 
plopped his furry ass on top of Superman's smooth chest. "Open up 
faggot, its time to suck another cock," laughed the hot Latino male as 
he firmly pulled Superman's head forward, wedged it between his strong, 
hairy thighs and shoved a pillow behind it. "Open your mouth like a 
nice little cocksucker," ordered the Latin hunk as he began to rub the 
head of his penis across Superman's lips. "I got nice fresh boner for 
you to suck on. Come on, open that pretty mouth of yours," Tony urged 
as his cockhead parted Superman's lips and began to rub across his 
perfect teeth.

By this time the sound of Tony's voice had become so familiar to the 
subdued Superhero, that his clouded brain immediately transmitted the 
orders to part his lips and admit the insistent boner into his mouth.

"Superman truly is a faggot!" exclaimed the beaming 22 year old male as 
he thrust his cock into Superman's unresisting mouth, while yanking the 
Man of Steel's head forward until it was stopped by Tony's fur-covered 
pubic bone. "It's time to party, bitch," Tony announced as he roughly 
turned his body around, spread himself out on top of his startled 
captive, and began to brutally face fuck the vanquished Kryptonian 
stud.

"Take it, you miserable piece of shit!" the lust driven male shouted as 
he roughly slammed his cock in and out of Superman's throat. This was 
not the slow and deliberate pace that Collin had used, but a cruel rape 
designed to emphasize his complete triumph over the subjugated Man of 
Steel

Collin and the rest of Luthor's henchmen stared in stunned silence at 
the savage face fucking that Tony was delivering to the Man of Steel. 
This pelvis slamming rape of Superman's mouth had never been discussed 
when they planned today's assault. The theme of today's effort to 
permanently change Superman's sexual orientation, had been seduction, 
not rape. But it was obvious from Tony's fierce cock stabs into 
Superman's mouth that seduction was the last thing he had in mind.

"Eat cock, faggot!" thundered into Superman's ears as the horny 
Latino's stiff dick ruthlessly plundered his mouth and throat. "Come 
on, pussy face! Get that fucking faggot tongue of yours moving. Now, 
asshole! Show some appreciation, you pathetic maricon. I was saving 
this load for my girlfriend," barked the smirking 22 year old stud as 
he proceeded to rape the throat of the Kryptonian stud beneath him.

Upset at Tony's blatant violation of the evening's rules of seduction, 
Wu Chao, a former Chinese gymnast who was Luthor's liaison to some of 
the Far East criminal organizations, moved to interrupt the Hispanic 
male's unauthorized assault on the supine Man of Steel. His 
intervention was thwarted by the observant Collin who noticed that the 
Kryptonian stud was not resisting Tony's brutal assault on his mouth.

"Hold off Wu," Collin whispered. "Tony may be onto something. Our 
cocksucking friend ain't putting up a fight. He's taking it. He may be 
farther along in his conversion than we thought. I have an idea," 
continued Collin as he began to whisper into the ear of the Chinese 
stud. "After he gobbles Tony's load, try it out," said the Italo-Irish 
hunk.

"Sure, what the hell. As long as I empty these nuts, I don't give a 
fuck," said the smiling specimen of Oriental masculinity as he massaged 
his balls.

Unaware of the perilous nature of his situation, and unable to hear the 
whispered words of his antagonists because of the groans and insults of 
the hairy Hispanic man who was face fucking him, Superman found himself 
docilely following the "use your tongue" and " wrap your lips around 
that meat, faggot" orders of his rapist knowing that within a few 
minutes his pearly whites and dick-lapping tongue would be inundated 
with a second flood of seminal fluid.

While Superman's saliva glands were working overtime to coat the stiff 
slab of Latino manmeat with Kryptonian spit, Superman's highly 
efficient digestive system was unwittingly playing its part in Luthor's 
despicable plan to permanently convert the heart throb of millions of 
women into an eternal cocksucker. The first traces of the Swiss 
concoction were now entering the bloodstream of the unsuspecting Man of 
Steel and being carried towards the pleasure centers of Superman's 
brain. If Luthor's calculations were correct, once Superman's brain was 
bathed with the wicked product of the Swiss scientists, Superman would 
be afflicted with an irresistible need to swallow semen. And it was 
through that addiction that Luthor planned to have his final revenge 
and ultimate victory over Superman by whoring the Man of Steel out to 
whatever male who could afford Luthor's price.

As Superman's circulatory system played its part in Luthor's grand 
scheme, the oblivious Superhero lay obediently on his back as Tony's 
hair covered groin repeatedly smashed into Superman's lips with each 
forward stab of the Latino penis.

"Get ready, you queer piece of shit," trumpeted the gloating 22 year 
old. "It almost time to eat. But this time I wanna watch your fucking 
face while I feed you," Tony announced as he stopped his rhythmic 
plundering of Superman's mouth; pulled his dick out of the mouth of the 
confused supermale below him; spun around; seated himself on the 
muscular chest of the Man of Steel; stuck his dick back in between 
Superman's open lips; and began masturbating himself to climax.

"Okay, princess," gasped the lust-crazed male as he began to ejaculate 
streams of warm, sperm-laden semen into Superman's mouth. "No 
swallowing. I want you to taste it, and taste it good. Open those lips 
wide, cocksucker," continued the ejaculating male, "I wanna watch my 
goo fill your hot twat mouth!"

Collin and Mike watched in utter amazement as the dark haired stud 
stroked load after load of cum out of his Superman saliva coated dick 
and into the open mouth of Luthor's hated enemy.

"Look guys!" Tony shouted. "She loves this shit," chortled the 
commanding Hispanic as he watched his cum leap out of his cock and 
begin to pool in the mouth and on top of the tongue of the obedient 
Superhero.

Unable to withstand the perverse demand of his Latino ravager, the Man 
of Steel meekly lay there as the conquering phallus jettisoned its load 
of thick balljuice onto his tongue where it soaked his super sensitive 
taste buds with the taste of pure male before pooling in Superman's 
mouth.

"I told you he was queer!" exclaimed the triumphant stud after his cock 
finally stopped ejaculating into Superman's rapidly filling mouth. 
"Look, he's trying to keep it in his mouth for a better taste!" laughed 
Tony as he looked down contemptuously into Superman's face. "Here, 
faggot, let me help you," Tony said as he reinserted his semi-erect 
dick into Superman's semen filled mouth and began stirring the saliva 
and semen brew, repeatedly rubbing his cum-coated dickhead across 
Superman's semen soaked tongue. "How's that dickbreath? Tastes good, 
doesn't it?" mocked the 22 year old male as he continued to degrade and 
humiliate the submissive Man of Steel.

As Superman's tongue was transmitting the disgusting flavor of Tony's 
semen to the taste centers of his brain, the first molecules of 
Luthor's wicked biochemical concoction were entering Superman's brain 
and affixing themselves to the receptors in the pleasure centers of his 
brain. These initial invaders were followed by increasingly larger 
amounts of the hideous substance as Superman's highly efficient 
circulatory system unknowingly played its part in implementing Luthor's 
plan to convert Superman into a cum junkie. Each hellish molecule 
zeroed in on an open receptor in the Man of Steel's pleasure center and 
bound itself to that receptor, transmitting an initial message of 
pleasure to the luckless Superhero's brain, but permanently altering 
the receptor.

Because of the debilitating effects of the red kryptonite gas that 
permeated the apartment, Superman was incapable of stopping the 
degradation of his mouth by the smug latin stud as he repeatedly spread 
his goo over Superman's tongue and taste buds. Superman hated the taste 
and smell of semen, but could do nothing to stop the appalling 
assault.. Each of the many loads of semen that Luthor's men and spewed 
into his mouth during his two prior ordeals brought him shame and 
humiliation, and not a single moment of pleasure. He detested the 
stuff.

But at this particular moment the groggy Man of Steel began to 
experience some very disturbing sensations; sensations that he had 
never experienced before. For some totally inexplicable reason Superman 
began to feel the need to swallow the large load of semen and saliva 
that his hairy ravager was dick mixing in his mouth. The thought of 
needing or wanting to swallow such a vile brew was repugnant to the 
naked Superstud, but the feeling was still there, and it was growing in 
intensity. Unbeknownst to Superman, the cum-addiction product of the 
Swiss lab was accomplishing its shameful objective. The vanquished, 
heterosexual Man of Steel was beginning to feel the first physiological 
cravings to eat the cum of human males.

The Kryptonite-confused Superhero struggled against the new sensation 
for several minutes, during which the perverted 22 year continued 
working his now soft, cum-enveloped penis all over Superman's mouth. 
But just as the Red Kryptonite had tipped the balance against Superman 
and rendered him obedient to the demands for head by Luthor and his 
henchmen, the Red Kryptonite prevented the handsome son of Krypton from 
defying this terrifyingly inexplicable need to swallow Tony's cum. The 
poor Superhero could only lay on his back listening to the terrified 
screams of "No!!!!" from his conscience as he felt his throat anxiously 
opening and voluntarily swallowing the reproductive fluid of a human 
male. Fear gripped the Man of Steel as he felt his body override his 
conscience and morality, but he could not stop his body from satisfying 
this new, and horrible craving.

The male who was so systematically degrading the Man of Steel realized 
that something totally out of the ordinary was happening when he felt 
his Superhero victim disobey his directive of "No swallowing." The Red 
Kryptonite had always rendered the Man of Steel compliant. He was still 
under it insidious influence, yet he had just defied his wiry dominator 
and swallowed a large load of cum. The surprised 22 year old rapist had 
been the one who had slipped Luthor's demonic substance into the mouth 
of the unsuspecting Man of Steel, but he really didn't believe that it 
would work. Even as Tony was contemplating this act of insubordination 
by the Man of Steel, another sunrise happened when the in charge 
Hispanic's dick registered the unmistakable signs of being sucked and 
licked by the Superhero below.

The perplexed Man of Steel could only lie there as he felt himself 
begin to nurse on Tony's thick sausage while maneuvering his tongue to 
cleanse every trace of semen from it. It was as if some alien force had 
seized control of his body and ordered it to begin the oral adulation 
of the phallus that was wedged in his mouth. What little control that 
had not been overridden by the effects of the gaseous Red Kryptonite 
was now being swept away by some inexplicable and terrifyingly intense, 
physical desire from within. It was almost as if his own body had 
turned against him and allied itself with those who were determined to 
convert him into a slave for cock.

It took a few moments of Superman's oral ministrations to his dick 
before the naked hunk seated on top of the prostrate Man of Steel 
realized what was underway.

"Oh Fuck!" exclaimed the startled 22 year old stud as he felt Superman 
gobble his load and then begin to lap and suck on his cock. "It's 
working! We're turning him man! The faggot is sucking my cock on his 
own. He just swallowed a load of my balljuice and is trying for 
another. Holy shit, Lex did it!!! continued the excited stud as he 
watched Superman's lips close around his cock.

"Collin, come here! Look at those lips! We've turned Superman into a 
fag. Damn! Look at those lips work that meat! I never thought I'd live 
to see this day. We got ourselves a real homo, faggot, cocksucker, 
cumswallower! Come here. We are witnessing history! Superman's a 
fairy!" exclaimed the electrified male as he watched his impressive 
phallus re-engorge in response to the oral attentions of the Man of 
Steel.

"Suck that dick, baby! Show me how much you need that cock! No more Red 
Kryptonite for you princess. Can't wait til you drop to your knees and 
beg for my cock when you're totally free of that gas! I'm gonna look 
forward to listening you beg for this cock!" announced the hot stud as 
Superman's sucking intensified.

"Shut the fuck up, Tony!" snapped Collin. "The less this bastard knows 
the better. Not another word about the gas. Just concentrate on giving 
pussyface here what she wants," continued the Italo-Irish hunk as he 
gestured towards the eagerly sucking mouth of the supine Man of Steel. 
"We don't wanna fuck this up. So, feed the faggot and keep him happy.!"

"Sorry man, it won't happen again," declared the hot Latino as he 
stared down at Superman's cock-impaled face. "It's time we got our 
girlfriend here down on her knees," he continue as he withdrew his wet 
rod from his victim's mouth, slid off of Superman's powerful chest, and 
pushed the debased Superhero onto the floor.

The distraught, nude Man of Steel was close to despondency as he felt 
himself crash onto the floor of his own bedroom. Although he hated the 
very thought of admitting another male's reproductive organ into his 
mouth, he also knew that he would have no peace that day unless he 
wrapped his lips around the stiff slab of Latin meat which had just 
been so abruptly withdrawn from his mouth. He simply could not take his 
eyes off of the hard column of meat, shining wet with his own 
Kryptonian saliva, that stood so proudly in the middle of the furry 
groin of his rapist. And he could not prevent himself from rising to 
his knees, opening his mouth, and advancing towards the very penis that 
had first deflowered him.

"Hey Tom, Hey Wu!" barked Tony as he watched Superman's mouth recapture 
his dick. "Get your cocks over here. I need some help in satisfying our 
flying faggot here. This homo has a really bad case of the hots for 
dick. "He's sucking on mine like his life depended upon it.

"Sure thing," said Tom the hot dockworker who had provided Luthor with 
some of his most spectacularly humiliating photographs of the Man of 
Steel when he pulled out of Superman's mouth and spray painted the 
Superhero' face with cum. "Homoman only got a little taste of my goo 
last time we met," laughed Tom as he stripped off his clothes and 
stepped up next to the kneeling Man of Steel. "If you suck this dick 
real nice, I'll give you my whole load. Now make room, faggot," snapped 
the lusty dockworker as he wedged his erection into Superman's mouth, 
right next to Tony's. "Hey, faggot. You look really natural with two 
dicks sticking outta your mouth!" said the smirking hunk. "It's too bad 
that I don't have a camera. Don't worry, we can do this again sometime. 
Hey Tony, look how happy the fairy looks, and soooo natural too."

While the very core of Superman's soul screamed out in horror and rage 
at this latest act of degradation, his physical nature reacted very 
differently. The disheartened Man of Steel could detect a strong 
physical response to the latest phallic invasion of his mouth. His 
heartbeat increased. His tongue began slithering across both penises in 
a frantic attempt to taste every square inch of phallic meat that was 
wedged in his mouth. His saliva glands went into overtime, producing 
copious amounts of Kryptonian spit which bathed the two invading dicks 
before carrying their essence into his throat. His breathing became 
more rapid and the dismayed Kryptonian stud found himself deliberately 
trying to inhale as much of the crotch smell of his two rapists as 
possible. But the most frightening physical reaction began to occur 
between the thighs of the kneeling icon of maleness. His magnificent 
cock, desired by women all across the world, began to rise in response 
to the immense physical pleasure that his body was receiving while 
Superman has giving Luthor's two henchmen head.

Superman had thrown a rod several times when he had been ravished by 
Luthor's men in the past, but those erections had been a result of 
either the secret manipulation of his prostate, in response to the 
physical sensations caused when Collin's dick rubbed across his own, or 
as a result of the Red Kryptonite gas. He had never sprouted a boner 
out of pleasure while servicing Luthor's men. This was a first.

Wu was the first to notice the hardon that was rising between the 
thighs of the cock-gobbling Man of Steel. "Look at the faggot's cock" 
said Wu excitedly. "He's getting a fucking hardon! We did it!"

While Tony and Tom stared down at the rising Kryptonian phallus, the 
eager Wu, stripped off his underwear, edged up on the right side of 
Tony, lowered his hard cock, and rammed it into the last bit of vacant 
space inside of Superman's cock-filled mouth.

"How about some takeout Chinese?" laughed Wu as he felt Superman's 
tongue start to assault his hardon. "And we deliver pretty boy," 
smirked the well- sculptured, smooth bodied, Oriental hunk as he 
gripped Superman's chin and stared into his eyes. "You just suck that 
cock really nice, white boy, and I may let you have my load. If I feel 
any teeth, or if you don't do a good job, I'll jerk off in your pillow 
and let you starve! Get it faggot?" Wu threatened as he started into 
the hungry eyes of the dick gobbling Superhero. "I said, do you 
understand?" asked Wu. A nod of the head and increased tongue action 
from the groveling Man of Steel gave Wu the answer.

As the third penis jammed itself into his mouth and his own dick became 
rock hard with excitement, the psyche of the kneeling Man of Steel was 
plunged into despair. He knew to the depths of his soul that the act of 
fellatio that his mouth was so enthusiastically performing on the three 
gloating men, was an abomination. It was morally wrong and it was 
repugnant to him as a heterosexual male. But while he hated what he was 
doing, it was as if his physical self had somehow achieved the ability 
to separate itself from, and to openly defy, his inner being. It was 
almost as if his true self had become merely a neutral, third party 
observer. Yet what he observed was anything but neutral as he felt his 
body react with intense pleasure as his mouth feasted on the three 
slabs of dick.

That was his tongue that frantically alternated between the three 
invading phalluses, rubbing their undersides with its taste buds, 
lapping away in hunger at the pre-cum that leaked from the cumslot on 
each head, and excitedly transferring every drop of penis-flavored spit 
to the back of his mouth and down his throat. That was Superman who 
groaned with pleasure as the three males huddled closer together to 
assist him in admitting even greater lengths of their reproductive 
organs into his mouth. Those were his hands that reverently cupped the 
hair flecked ballsacks of his three rapists as they called him faggot,' 
cunt,' cocksucker,' bitch,' pussy,' homo,' prettyboy', queer,' maricon' 
and whore.' That was him who rhythmically moved his face forwards and 
backwards in cadence with the clearly visible suction action of his 
cheeks in an determined effort to convince his three masters to allow 
him the privilege to become a receptacle for their sperm laden semen. 
And worst of all that was his superb Kryptonian penis that stood in 
full-masted joy in response to the cocks upon which he was feasting.

"I can't hold back much longer," gasped the 34 year old Navy vet as 
Superman's desperate-for-cum attention brought him closer to the edge. 
"Let me go first," said the panting Collin as he shoved Wu and Tony 
aside and took over sole possession of Superman's mouth. "Hey, faggot," 
shouted the 34 year old, dark-haired stud, "Do you want what my balls 
have made up for you? Hey, I'm talking to you,' he snapped at the dazed 
Superhero as he abruptly pulled his dick out of Superman's eagerly 
sucking lips.

"Yeah, that got the faggot's attention," sneered Collin as he began to 
stroke his hard rod, made slick by the saliva of Superman. "Show some 
fucking respect, you fairy bastard. Stay on your knees. Put your hands 
together, like you were praying. Yeah, that's the way to do," continued 
the hairy Italo-Irish stud as he watched the kneeling Man of Steel 
obey. "Now, put your head back a bit, and stick your tongue out as far 
as it will go. You know, they way they do it in church. Very good, 
pussyface," said the masturbating stud, his voice dripping with 
sarcasm. I'm about to give your taste buds a religious experience," 
panted the gloating male as he maneuvered his rigid penis over top of 
the submissively extended tongue of the most formidable man on the 
planet.

A few seconds later the masturbating stud lost control and began 
ejaculating long streams of warm, thick, white, sperm filled 
reproductive fluid onto the surface of Superman's compliantly offered 
tongue and into the recesses of Superman's dick ravaged mouth. "Don't 
you swallow a fucking drop, you cocksucking faggot," bellowed the 
exhilarated ex-SEAL as he continued to empty his nuts into the mouth of 
Luthor's defeated foe. "You don't swallow a fucking sperm until I say 
so, or that's the last cock you'll ever be allowed to suck," Collin 
ordered as he began to milk additional semen into the growing pool of 
cum that covered Superman's taste buds before seeking lower ground in 
Superman's mouth.

After what seemed to be an eternity to both the cum-hungry Man of 
Steel, and the spent Italo-Irish hunk, Collin leaned over the 
Kryptonian stud kneeling before him, still obediently clasping his 
hands together and compliant extending his cum-soaked tongue, "Come 
here guys. Our little girl here knows how to show proper respect to a 
real man. Look, how she treats my cum with such reverence," Collin said 
as he gently rubbed the right cheek of the conquered Man of Steel. 
"Okay, faggot, show my friends here how much you love to swallow cum. 
Take a nice big gulp," chuckled the 34 year old veteran of many a blow 
job aboard ship as Luthor's men watched Superman quaff down the jizz 
that had spewed out of Collin's penis.

The group of males continued to watch in bemusement as Superman 
ravenously devoured the remaining traces of Collins semen. They almost 
fell over when he thrust his face forward, caught Collin's demutuscent 
penis between his lips, and sucked the organ clean. "Whoa, she's an 
assertive little cunt," laughed the 34 year old as Superman finally 
relinquished his semen-free cock. "That's okay," he said as he 
playfully tousled Superman's hair. "You just continue to treat this 
dick with respect, and it will keep you well fed."

"Okay, Wu, you're next," announced the grinning leader of the group. "I 
can tell by the rod he's still throwing that our homo Superhero needs 
more cock," said Collin as he gestured towards Superman's rigidly erect 
phallus. "Let him get a taste of that fuck sauce you carry around in 
those nuts," laughed Collin.

As the cocky Chinese male swaggered forward stroking his erection and 
pointing it towards the parting lips of the kneeling, cock-hungry 
Kryptonian hunk, he had no idea of the fear and disgust that was 
overwhelming the Man of Steel. From Wu's perspective, the Superhero who 
eagerly awaiting the insertion of Wu's stiff dick into his mouth, was a 
certifiable, 100%, grade A, cock-hungry, homosexual. There was joy on 
Superman's face; his dick was ramrod stiff and leaking pre-cum from the 
joy of being able to fellate three studs; the Superhero's tongue kept 
licking his lips in anticipation; he was groaning with anticipation; 
his chest was heaving with excitement; and he kept repeating such 
things as yes,' please,' I need it,' Hurry!' These were signs of a 
faggot in lust Wu thought as the tip of his boner reached and then 
penetrated Superman's lips. If Wu had any doubts as to Superman's 
sexual orientation, those were instantly dispelled when the Man of 
Steel impaled himself on Wu's cock, deep throating it, and then sucking 
on it like a starving calf. "Man you are one cock crazy faggot," 
exclaimed Wu as he watched Superman bury his lips in the hair that 
surrounded the base of Wu's dick.

Superman's inner being struggled valiantly to order his lips to expel 
the appendage from his mouth that so repelled him. But the heinous 
product of the Swiss scientists had done its evil work. Superman's 
entire pleasure system in his brain had been transformed in a terrible 
fashion. Only the ingestion of semen could trigger the greatest 
pleasure sensation in the Superhero who now so enthusiastically 
slobbered away on the erect penis of the exultant Chinese male. And 
only the ingestion of semen, through a penis like the one that was 
sawing across the surface of his tongue, could provide Superman with 
the substances necessary to satisfy the intense craving that would grow 
to excruciating and unendurable levels, until satisfied.

So the core of Superman could only watch in abject impotency as he 
willing surrendered to Wu; and responded submissively to each demand to 
"lick the head," "kiss my balls," "tell me how much you need this 
cock," "beg me to stick it back in your mouth," "thank me for letting 
you suck my dick," "lick the cum slot and tell me how grateful you will 
be if I cum in your mouth." Superman was appalled to watch himself 
obediently lap away around the corona and across the top of Wu's cock 
head; dutifully and enthusiastically kiss the sperm-generating orbs as 
they lay within the scrotum of his Chinese rapist; anxiously look into 
Wu's triumphant eyes and tell his dominator how much the Man of Steel 
needed to suck on his cock after Wu had snatched it from his mouth; 
heard himself pleading with Wu to reinsert his penis into his mouth and 
allow him to resume worshiping it; listened to his own Kryptonian voice 
thank the smirking Chinese male for allowing him to resume blowing him; 
and then watching himself lap away at the glaring cum slot at the end 
of Wu's penis while pledging eternal gratitude if Wu would consent to 
ejaculate into Superman's undeserving mouth. His debasement was 
complete.

The malevolent and patient Wu continued to systematically withhold his 
dick from Superman and then to allow the Man of Steel to resume his act 
of fellatio only after extracting from Superman additional humiliating 
and degrading statements of his need for cock or acknowledgment of his 
inferiority to Wu and the other males watching from the side. Wu was 
determined to break the Man of Steel once and for all.

After and nearly an hour of this insertion and withdrawal strategy, the 
wickedly brilliant Wu abruptly pulled his dick out of Superman's lips 
and walked backwards approximately 10 feet until his back came to rest 
against the wall to Superman's bedroom. The by now cock-crazed Man of 
Steel looked despondent as the strutting Chinese male stood against the 
wall and slowly waved his dick at the frustrated and hungry Superhero.

"What the fuck are you waiting for, faggot?" snapped Wu as he focused 
on Superman's look of starvation. "If you want this cock, come and get 
it. But this time I want you to crawl. Crawl for this bone like the dog 
that you are!" ordered Wu as he shook his hard penis at Luthor's nearly 
totally defeated foe. "Come on pussyboy. Crawl over here and take care 
of a real man. Now!!!!"

At the word "Now!!!" the last semblance of resistance and independence 
in Superman shattered. He immediately got over on all fours and quickly 
scurried across the floor towards the cockily splayed legs of the 
scornful Chinese hunk. When his head reached the space between the 
Chinese male's knees, the Kryptonian stud stopped, looked up, and 
waited silently.

"Good boy," smirked Wu as he tousled Superman's thick mane of hair. 
"Come and get your bone,' laughed Wu as he applied a gentle pressure 
underneath Superman's chin. A second later Wu's rigid shaft was lodged 
firmly in Superman's throat and his ears were filled with the rewarding 
sounds of the deep groans of pleasure coming from the vanquished 
superhero kneeling in complete submission before him

Superman had been totally taken down and broken. He was a cockhound, 
addicted to cum, and ready to endure any humiliation in order to get 
it.

As the desperate-for-cum Superman sucked and slobbered on the hard 
Chinese rod, he could feel Wu's hand rubbing his head, encouraging him 
to "suck that cock like a good faggot," and telling him that his hard 
work would soon be rewarded. The cock-impaled Man of Steel responded 
with alacrity to each exhortation to suck and promise of cum by trying 
to increase Wu's pleasure and to extract the long-promised wad of goo.

"Okay, faggot, its time. This is what you've been waiting for. Daddy's 
gonna feed you supper. Get ready, here it cums!" groaned the triumphant 
Wu as he looked down on Superman's handsome, cock-pierced face and 
began spewing a large warm load of gooey Chinese ball juice into 
Superman's cock slurping mouth. "Yeah, Faggot! Swallow my load! Suck 
that rod dry. Eat me! Oh fuck!" Wu cried as his body shook in the 
incredible orgasm brought on by Superman's hunger-driven blowjob.

Pure joy overcame the Man of Steel as he tasted the torrent of thick, 
sperm rich nut sauce that leapt from the cumslot at the end of Wu's 
dick and splattered against Superman's tongue and the inside of his 
mouth. "Mffff, Mmmm, Ah yeah, mfffguggle, Mmmm" emanated from the cock 
stuffed mouth of the Man of Steel as he lapped at Wu's spewing cum slot 
and eagerly swallowed the milky jizz that shot out of it. Superman had 
never known such physical pleasure before in his entire life.

At the same time his own powerful phallus began to jettison a large 
load of hot, white Kryptonian semen as his body was wracked with 
overwhelming pleasure triggered by the first contact of Wu's semen with 
Superman's taste buds. The impressive load arched upwards from 
Superman's incredibly rigid cock before spattering on Wu's leg and the 
floor of Superman's bedroom. His mighty body spasmed in joy as he 
swallowed Wu's spunk and fired his own into the air. This was a level 
of bliss that he had never known.

As Collin and the rest of Luthor's amazed henchmen watched the 
incredible scene of superhuman degradation unfold before them, the 
mission-focused ex-Navy SEAL signalled to the rest of the gathered 
males to line up and take advantage of the new cum-junkie.

"Line up guys and get ready for some out of this world head," ordered 
Collin. "Get a message to the guys in the basement. Get those engineers 
up here too. They deserve a reward for all of their hard work. Besides, 
it looks like our cocksucking friend here is still hungry."

"Hey Superman," Collin called as he watched the spent Man of Steel 
release Wu's semen-drained dick from his mouth. "You missed some!" 
exclaimed the 34-year old male as he pointed at Superman's own cum 
pooling on his floor and clinging to Wu's leg. "Waste not want not! 
Clean that up!" snapped Collin as he watched the defeated superstud 
shift his focus to the semen that he had just ejaculated.

Superman's overwhelmed psyche watched in horror as it felt the Man of 
Steel's body bend forward in slavish obedience to the sickening order 
of the stern Italo-Irishman and begin licking his own semen first from 
his bedroom floor and then from Wu's leg. When Superman finally removed 
the last traces of his own superhuman manjuice from Wu's leg, the Man 
of Steel's powerless inner mind shuddered as it listened to the damning 
observation of the sneering Chinese gymnast.

"That's right, homo. The only place your cum is ever going to go is 
into your own mouth. It will never see the inside of a pussy. It will 
never make a baby. It will never give you a son or a daughter. Not a 
single fucking sperm that your balls produce will shoot out of that 
dick of yours unless you've got your lips wrapped around a nice, hard 
cock." said Wu with a look of pure contempt on his face.

But even as the psyche of the vanquished Superman was plunged into 
gloom by Wu's awful words, a smile broke out on Superman's as the first 
of Luthor's engineers from the basement, moved Wu aside, unzipped his 
pants, fished out his dick, looked Superman in the face, and said "blow 
me, cocksucker." Within seconds his dick was lodged inside of the 
hungry mouth of the Man of Steel.

As each hard dick ejaculated into the willing mouth of the Man of 
Steel, it was replaced by another anxious to unload penis belonging to 
yet another of Luthor's men. Superman eagerly sucked and swallowed nine 
more loads of thick, manly cream before Collin blasted him the face 
with a dose of concentrated Red Krypton gas. He passed out quickly, 
naked, on his back at the feet of the males who had taken him. Unlike 
the prior two times that he had been raped, Superman's face had a 
strange smile of contentment on it.

Approximately ten minutes after the last of Luthor's henchmen had left 
Clark Kent's apartment, the door to his bedroom swung open. An exultant 
Luthor stared at his blissfully sleeping enemy and laughed, "Enjoy your 
nap Superman. A hunger will awaken you soon enough; a hunger for this," 
continued the archnemesis of the Man of Steel as he unzipped his fly, 
fished out his dick and began masturbating over the sleeping Kryptonian 
hunk at his feet.

A few minutes later Luthor capped his victory over Superman by 
ejaculating a copious load of semen directly onto the closed lips of 
the Man of Steel. After spending several minutes just looking down at 
his own semen pooling on top of Superman's lips and running down the 
cheeks of his foe, Luthor turned and left the room chuckling, "I think 
that I'm going to enjoy this." 


Chapter Four

As Luthor closed the door to the apartment bedroom where the vanquished 
Man of Steel lay on his back naked and unconscious, with a cooling pool 
of Luthor's semen slowly seeping into his mouth, he encountered the 
anxious group of males who had just ravished and debauched Lex's 
archnemesis.

"How'd we do, Lex?" asked the eager 34 year old, black haired, Italo-
Irish, stud who had led the most recent assault on Superman's 
masculinity. "Tony slipped him the Swiss bio shit while he was 
swallowing my load, and from the way he crawled like a dog begging for 
Wu's bone, and the fucking load that flying cocksucker shot when he 
swallowed Wu's cum, it looks like your plan worked."

"Boys," laughed the beaming Luthor as he clasped his arms around the 
shoulders of Tony, Wu and Collin, "you guys have out done yourselves. 
We got ourselves a flying, Kryptonian cockhound. That is one fucked up 
dick addict back there. Did you see the look on his face? Pure bliss! 
I've already wired a very substantial bonus into your bank accounts, my 
friends. Everybody involved in this project is getting a nice, fat 
reward." declared Luthor as he and Superman's rapists entered the 
elevator.

"Thanks, Lex," said the Tony, the 22 year old hirsute Hispanic stud 
whose cock and stolen Superman's virginity. "Does this mean that 
Superman is now a real faggot?"

"No my friend," chuckled Luthor. "And that is the real beauty of what 
we have done here tonight. Superman is straight and always will be 
straight. He hates sucking cock and will always hate sucking cock. But 
he has no choice. The stuff that you slipped into his mouth while he 
was swallowing Collin's semen has made an irreversible physiological 
change to the Man of Steel. The receptors in his brain have been 
permanently transformed. Neither I nor all of the scientists I employ 
could change his sexual orientation. But his need to swallow human 
semen will be irresistible. Oh, he may be able to hold out for a few 
days at most, but his superhuman resistance will ultimately collapse, 
and he will be unable to stop his knees from buckling, or his lips from 
wrapping around a cock as he relinquishes his masculinity to another 
man. Conversion was never my goal in this operation, my friend. It has 
always been subjugation. We just have a few more minor details to 
address, and Superman will be our cocksucking whore forever!

"From the way he begged for cock, I thought tonight had done the 
trick," interjected Wu. "What minor details are left?"

"Well my hot dicked friend, tonight we successfully converted Superman 
into a cumjunkie -- literally. Unfortunately there is a limitless 
supply of cum in the world. We have to make sure that our new semen 
swallower only sucks the dicks we tell him to suck. It's kinda like we 
are his pimps and he is our hooker. Now if a prostitute gives it away 
for free to anybody, a pimp doesn't make any money. Now we got 
ourselves one hot whore. There is a lot of money to be made whoring 
this cocksucker out. If we play this right this fucking bitch will 
fatten all of our bank accounts."

"Come on guys," continued Luthor as the elevator stopped and he prepare 
to leave the apartment building, "We have more work to do."

Rendered unconscious once again by gaseous Red Krypton, the Man of 
Steel remained naked on the floor of his own apartment until early the 
next morning. And like the first and second times after the Man of 
Steel had been face fucked by Luthor's henchmen, the semen filled 
Superstud's sleep was again invaded by lurid visual flashbacks of hair 
enveloped penises ejaculating copious wads of thick semen into his 
mouth, and graphic memories of lust drive male voices ordering the 
cock-engorged Superman to "suck it, man, suck it", " eat it, 
cocksucker", " blow me, queer boy", "suck, faggot, suck", " lick my 
balls, cunt", and " swallow every drop, bitch". The worst memories that 
haunted the most powerful heterosexual male in history were those of 
himself groveling before the smirking Wu Chao, and begging for 
permission to suck the penis of the former Chinese gymnast after 
Luthor's sinister henchman embarked upon a cock insertion and 
withdrawal strategy.

The mind of the formidable Kryptonian hunk cruelly replayed the 
shameful words Superman had uttered as the kneeling Man of Steel told 
the Chinese stud who towered above him how much the desperate superhero 
needed the hard cock that sprouted proudly from Wu's groin. And that 
same superhuman mind would not let Superman forget the plea he uttered 
to Wu Chao when the contemptuous agent of Luthor ordered the beaten Man 
of Steel to "beg me to stick it back in your mouth," after having 
roughly withdrawn his rigid penis from in between Superman's cock 
clenching lips. Those damning words "Please stick your cock back in my 
mouth. I need it bad. Please, let me suck it some more" had come out of 
your mouth Superman's mind brutally reminded him. It was you who 
thanked another male for letting you suck his dick, intoned Superman's 
steel trap memory. That was you, Superman who slavishly obeyed a mere 
human male's order to lick the cum slot of his dick and it was you 
obediently told a criminal how grateful you would be if he came in your 
mouth. And most damning of all, Superman's mind repeated endlessly, it 
was you who ejaculated with pure joy when that Chinese gangster's 
phallus dumped a load of warm semen into your mouth, on your tongue, 
and down your throat. These were the thoughts that tormented the 
sleeping Man of Steel.

But while these hideously graphic memories tortured the psyche of the 
defiled heterosexual superhero, anyone looking down on the face of the 
naked Kryptonian stud lying on his back with the remnants of Luthor's 
cum wad drying on his face, would only have seen an expression of 
contentment and serenity. The unconscious Man of Steel looked like one 
very gratified faggot. It was obvious that the permanently altered, and 
now temporarily satisfied, pleasure centers of Superman's brain had 
clearly taken charge of the cum-loaded son of Krypton.

While the conquered and debased Man of Steel lay comatose and bare in 
his apartment, the merciless Luthor began addressing the "minor 
details" necessary to finish his grand plan to convert the 
extraordinary specimen of Kryptonian manhood into a submissive, 
cocksucking whore.

"Collin, I have a job for you," ordered Luthor as he hit the print key 
on his computer. "I need this message hand delivered to Lois Lane. 
She's been keeping out of sight ever since she set up our flying 
faggot. Lois was able to slip a distant cousin onto the payroll of the 
Daily Planet. Superman knows the guy and likes the guy, but is 
completely ignorant of his link to Lois. He's only 19, but he's going 
to be very important in completing the final phase of our plan."

"Sure thing, Lex," answered the smiling 34 year old, black haired, 
hairy chested, Italo-Irish, ex-US Navy SEAL, whose powerful ejaculation 
into Superman's mouth had prevented the Man of Steel from detecting and 
saving himself from Luthor's hideous cum-addicting concoction.

"Tony," barked Luthor at the 22 year old Hispanic stud who had taken 
Superman's virginity, "Get me Nigeria on the phone. It's time we 
started making some money with our new cunt. Call General Azikiwe at 
his estate outside of Lagos. I am going to take him up on his offer of 
$350,000 for one night of making love to the throat of our Kryptonian 
cocksucker. Azikiwe has been a good business partner. Superman despises 
Azikiwe for siphoning off Nigeria's oil profits, and thwarted Azikiwe's 
plans to rig oil prices. Aside from mine, Azikiwe's cock is probably 
the last one's on earth that Superman would want to suck," continued 
Luthor. "After you've contacted Azikiwe, get down to the airport. 
You're going to Nigeria to personally present our new suck slave to my 
old friend."

"You got it boss," answered Luthor's henchman. "Can I get some head 
from the bitch after she's finished sucking off buddy?" asked Tony as 
he grabbed his crotch.

"Absolutely, my friend," assured Luthor. "Just don't let Azikiwe or his 
associates see it happen. He might get a little upset watching you get 
blown by the flying sperm bank for free while he has to shell out over 
a third of a million bucks! If this works out you, Collin, Tom, and Wu 
are going to be flying all over the world delivering pussy face for his 
cum injections. Superman has enemies all around the world --- rich, 
powerful enemies with lots of hate and lots of cash. I intend to find 
those enemies and offer them the chance to avenge themselves, for a 
modest fee of course. We are all going to be very wealthy pimps, my 
friend," observed Luthor. "Now, get on the phone."

While the relentless Luthor worked on finishing his plan to force the 
awesome Man of Steel into a cocksucking prostitute, the semen-filled 
heart throb of millions began to stir from his red Kryptonite induced 
slumber. Although a bit groggy from the residual amounts of red 
Kryptonite gas that still circulated in his blood stream, the naked Man 
of Steel, his face bearing dried cum flecks from Luthor's cock, was 
inexplicably euphoric. As he stumbled around his apartment and relived 
each reprehensible act of sexual debasement inflicted upon him by 
Luthor's henchmen, the Man of Steel continued to experience a bizarre 
and totally inexplicable feeling of serenity and contentment.

Even when he re-entered his shower, the same shower where his gang rape 
had started, and began to wash away the loathsome traces of his 
archenemy's semen from his face, he could not shake the warm feeling of 
fulfillment that enveloped him. The physical sensation of serenity was 
so powerful that he unintentionally began to fondle his cock and balls 
with his left hand when he remembered the terrible moment that the head 
of Collin's erect penis wedged itself in between Superman's unresisting 
lips and entered his mouth. It was only when Superman had worked up a 
full-masted Kryptonian boner that he realized what his hand had been 
doing. He recoiled in horror, ran out of the shower, stood soaking wet 
in front of the full length mirror on the back of his bathroom door, 
looked at himself, and groaned "what is happening to me?"when his 
disbelieving eyes saw that his impressive slab of made-to-please 
females meat was still at full mast.

Within a fraction of a second the panicked stricken superhero had 
smashed the bathroom door and its offending mirror to pieces, hurled 
his magnificent wet body onto his bed, and buried his face into his 
pillow --- the same pillow that the cocky 34 year old stud Collin had 
shoved behind Superman's head to make sure the Man of Steel could not 
turn away as the muscular and hirsute Italo-Irish hunk slowly undressed 
before lying on top of the subjugated Man of Steel, dry humping and 
tonguing the prostrate superstud, and lovingly explaining why Superman 
was destined to suck dick, before once again inserting his turgid penis 
into the throat of the unresisting Man of Steel. It was also the same 
pillow that the first defiler of Superman, the hot dicked Hispanic 
Tony, had also used to position Superman's head after wedging it 
between Tony's strong, hairy thighs before rubbing his hot Latin 
dickhead across the lips of the violated hero. And it was also the same 
pillow into which Wu Chao had threaten to cum if the blowjob he was 
receiving from the now cum-addicted Superman wasn't up to par. Contact 
with the pillow brought these and other memories from his nights of 
rape and humiliation flooding into the mind of the traumatized 
Kryptonian male, tormenting him beyond belief, but keeping him hard as 
well.

For the next day and a half the mind-fucked Man of Steel wandered naked 
around his apartment while riding a weird emotional roller coaster of 
ambivalence; torn between an inexplicable sense of physical contentment 
and the appalling memories of his inability to resist giving head to 
Lex Luthor and his gang members. Superman's agony was made worse by the 
numerous times his magnificent dick inexplicably hardened whenever the 
son of Krypton recalled any of the many times another male had 
ejaculated into his mouth. His routine of self-recrimination, dismay, 
introspection and denial was only interrupted by the knock on his door 
of deliverymen as Luthor continued shipping envelopes filled with lurid 
photographs of the superhero's nights of mass fellatio, first in the 
abandoned vault in the basement of a skyscraper, and then in the 
abandoned mine tunnel.

With each knock the Man of Steel would put on a bathrobe, open the 
door, sign "Clark Kent" on the receipt, retreat into his apartment and 
for some unfathomable reason open each envelope. The many shots of 
himself, on his knees, naked, slobbering on the dick of another man, 
while sprouting and sometimes stroking his own Kryptonian boner, 
nauseated him but also reinforced the Man of Steel's growing doubts 
about himself. The stiff rod that Superman threw while looking at a 
close up of a cum spewing cock, coated with his own saliva, as it was 
thrust still ejaculating into his mouth appeared to be virtually 
irrefutable evidence that the allegations of Luthor and his henchmen 
were true --- Superman was a cocksucking fairy; a homo, a cum 
swallower, a faggot, a queer pussy face who was destined to kneel 
before other men and fellate them until they ejaculated their warm, 
sperm filled loads of semen into his mouth -- loads that he would 
eagerly swallow.

"What was it Collin had said to me just before I opened my mouth and 
let him insert is penis?" Superman asked himself "Oh, yes," he 
remembered Collin's damning words: "You were sent to Earth to suck 
cock! Some of us were born to be sucked, while others, such as you, 
were born to suck. You know you want it. You need that cock. Trust me. 
Open up those pretty lips of yours and wrap them around that dick."

"And I did just that," recalled the despondent Man of Steel as he gazed 
down on his once again hardening phallus. "I opened my mouth and let 
him stick his dick in it. I willing blew a man, lots of men. I 
swallowed their semen. I lapped and clean their balls. I played with 
myself while sucking them. I crawled on my hands and knees across my 
own bedroom floor and begged a Chinese gangster to stick his dick in my 
mouth. I let the most evil man on the face of the earth insert his 
penis into my mouth. I didn't even try to stop him from shoving his 
cock down my throat; me the most powerful being on the planet. I went 
down on my most hated enemy right in front of the woman I loved. I had 
a hard on blowing Lex Luthor. I had the first orgasm of my life while 
swallowing Luthor's cum -- just as he predicted. I had never ejaculated 
until I felt Lex Luthor's penis spew a load down my throat. The only 
times I have ever ejaculated in my life have occurred while I was 
sucking on a cock or swallowing a wad of semen! I don't want to be a 
faggot! But what other possible explanation could there be?!?!?!?!??

The dazed and emotionally spent Man of Steel, still clad in his in his 
bathrobe, finally feel asleep out of sheer exhaustion on his sofa 
surrounding by hundreds of ghastly photographs of his mouth being 
penetrated by hardened dicks.

Just before dawn the Man of Steel was awakened from yet another 
nightmarish sleep by something he had never experienced in his entire 
life --- stomach cramps and chills. The invulnerable Kryptonian hunk 
knew that he was completely immune to all illness, and was thus at a 
total loss as to what was causing these unpleasant and unfamiliar 
reactions. While lying on his sofa struggling to find an explanation, 
Superman also realized that the inexplicable feelings of euphoria, 
well-being, contentment, and serenity had disappeared. They had been 
replaced by irritability, anxiety and restlessness.

The cramps, chills and bad feelings gradually got worse as the morning 
progressed. By noon a new unpleasant feeling joined anxiety, 
restlessness and irritability --- craving. The troubled Man of Steel 
began to experience a sensation somewhat akin to hunger. He had this 
overwhelming sense that his body needed something, but he had no idea 
what that thing might be. Eating and drinking helped ease the cramps, 
but did nothing to satisfy this intensifying longing. And worst off all 
it seemed that any of the hundreds of lewd photographs of him sucking 
on dicks, not just the oral cumshots, gave him a hard on. By 1:00 PM, 
the damn thing wouldn't go down.

Around 2:30 in the afternoon, the virtually panic stricken Man of Steel 
heard a knock on the door of his apartment. At first he assumed it was 
another delivery of pictures of him sucking dicks, but a quick glance 
with his x-ray vision through the door revealed that the person 
knocking on the door was a friend --- Gunnar Adolphson, a 19 year old 
college student and lifeguard who was doing a one year internship at 
the Daily Planet. Gunnar, the son of Swedish immigrants, had attached 
himself to Clark Kent from the beginning of his internship, and a warm 
friendship had developed between the two as the veteran reporter took 
the young intern under his wings.

"Hello. Mr. Kent? Are you alright? Are you there?" asked the blond, 
blue-eyed, lanky Swede. "We've been worried about you at the office. No 
one has heard from you. Hello? Anyone home?" Gunnar continued as he 
again knocked on the door to Superman's apartment.

"Wait a minute, Gunnar," shouted Superman, as he swiftly scooped up the 
hundreds of damning photographs of his dick pierced mouth, along with 
the wreckage of his bathroom door and mirror. "Finally, a friendly 
face; a break in this madness," thought the Man of Steel as his spirit 
lifted for the first time in many days.

"Come on in Gunnar," said the Man of Steel, still in his hard on 
concealing bathrobe, as he opened the door to Clark Kent's apartment. 
"Boy are you a sight for sore eyes," he continued as he grasped the 
hand of the handsome Swede and shook it.

"We were worried about you Clark," said the lean Swede as he sat down 
in the chair across from Clark and nonchalantly spread his long blond 
hair covered legs while lifting his left leg over the arm of the chair. 
"Are you okay? No one knew where you were or if anything was the 
matter. Someone called the personnel office and said that you were on 
vacation, but it didn't sound right to me. Are you okay? You don't 
quick look your old self."

"Just a few stomach cramps, Gunnar. Thanks for stopping by. I really 
could use the company," Clark said as he found himself staring at the 
handsome college sophomore.

"I thought you could," said the smiling Swedish male as he leaned back 
and innocuously slipped the tips of the three middle fingers of his 
right hand into the waistband of the navy blue gym shorts he had worn. 
"Perhaps it's something you ate, Clark" said the towheaded Swede as he 
glanced around the room. "Or maybe you need to eat something. Can I get 
you anything to eat, Clark?" asked the 19 year male as he glanced at 
the noticeably anxious and restless superhero living under the guise of 
Clark Kent.

"Clark? Hello, Clark. Are you okay?" Gunnar repeated to the apparently 
distracted male seated on the couch across from him.

"Huh? What?" Kent asked, his visual lock on Gunnar temporarily broken 
by the blond male's question.

"I asked if I could get you something to eat, Clark." repeated the 
young Adolphson as he casually slipped a little more of his right hand 
into his shorts. "You know, for your cramps, Clark. Maybe you need 
something in your stomach to make the cramps go away," continued the 
wiry 19 year old as he watched Clark's eyes focus on Gunnar's right 
hand while it continued its almost imperceptible journey below the 
waistband of his gym shorts.

"Uh, no, Gunnar, no thanks. Not right now. Maybe later, thanks for 
asking, and thanks for stopping by," Clark replied as he leaned forward 
a bit without taking his eyes off of the young Swede's slowly 
descending hand. "How are things going back at the Daily Planet?"

"Pretty good Clark, pretty good," answered the intern as he slipped 
even more of his right hand beneath his waistband. "I was getting 
worried about you," Gunnar said as he watched Clark Kent eyes continue 
to follow his right hand's slow journey into his navy blue shorts.

"Uh, yeah, thanks Gunnar, I'm okay," answered Clark without averting 
his eyes from the blond's hand as it moved inexorably into his shorts.

"Hmmmm, this is looking good," Gunnar thought to himself as he felt his 
finger tips come into contact with the head of his detumescent penis. 
"I better not screw this up," he thought as he began to scrutinize his 
seemingly mesmerized host. "He is one awesome mother," observed Gunnar 
as he subtly looked at the powerful chest that was clearly visible 
through the partially opened top of the bathrobe of his host. "Hmmmmmm, 
speaking of bathrobes, it looks like we have a tent in that bathrobe. 
Yup, somebody is throwing a bone," mused the 19 year old swimmer as he 
began to slowly massage the tip of his cock with his fingers. "It looks 
like I'll have to throw a bone of my own, and see if the dog goes for 
it," chuckled Gunnar to himself as he felt the first stirring of 
erection in his dick.

"So, Clark. What do you think will make those cramps go away?" Gunnar 
asked as he casually hoisted his t-shirt up a bit with his left hand 
and began to absentmindedly scratch his firm abdomen while continuing 
to slowly stimulate his now rapidly rising dick.

The words "Uh, maybe later" trailed out of Clark as he fixated on the 
full masted erection that was now clearly visible beneath the thin 
material of Gunnar's navy blue gym shorts.

"Maybe you need something else besides food in your stomach, I dunno, 
medicine, juice, syrup, something. You sure do have a hungry look in 
your eyes, Clark," continued the horny Swede as he now began to slowly 
and deliberately stroke the conspicuous hard on which was now 
undeniably the center Clark's attention.

The spellbound superhero mumbled some barely audible gibberish as his 
x-ray vision spontaneously activated while staring at the outlines of 
the Swedish hard on as it was being stroked in the gym shorts on which 
he was focused. Within a fraction of a second, the thin gym shorts 
material had been penetrated and Clark/Superman found himself staring 
at a stiff, 19 year old boner while it was getting stroked. His mouth 
dropped open slightly while his left hand slipped underneath his robe 
and grasped his incredibly hard, Kryptonian erection.

"This is it," Gunnar said to himself as he watched the robe of the 
transfixed male in front of him fall open and reveal a hard on in the 
process of being stroked. "It's now or never," thought the lanky 
Swedish male as he slowly began to rise from the chair while now 
blatantly stroking his fully-masted cock which bulged against the thin 
blue material of his gym shorts.

"Are you there, Clark? Are you still with me?" asked the tense 19 year 
old life guard as he stood up and began moving towards the half-nude, 
masturbating male seated across from him

From the formidable male specimen in front of Gunnar, there was only 
silence. For the only thing that Clark/Superman was focused on was the 
stroked Swedish cock as it moved closer and closer.

Hearing no response from the seemingly possessed male in front of him, 
the young Swede slowly closed the remaining few feet that separated him 
from his prey. For far from being just a college intern, Gunnar 
Adolphson was the distant cousin who the perfidious Lois Lane had 
slipped onto the payroll of the Daily Planet. He was a college student, 
and he was interning at the Daily Planet, but right now the newspaper 
business was the last thing he was going to think about.

"Clark, can you hear me?" Gunnar asked as he stopped in front of the 
masturbating male who sat exposed on the sofa, his face a few inches 
away from the young Swede's hand and boner stuffed shorts. "Is there 
something you want? Is there something you need? Is there something you 
have to have?" Gunnar asked as he began to slowly lower his shorts with 
his unoccupied left hand.

There was still only silence from the seated, exposed male as he 
devoted all of his attention to the crotch which filled his vision.

"I think we both know what you need, don't we, Clark" said the horny 19 
year old as the lowering waistband began to expose the top of his blond 
pubes. "Yeah," whispered the smiling Swedish hunk as his confidence 
grew. "It won't be too much longer," Gunnar continued as he stopped 
stroking his meat and used his right hand to assist in removing his 
shorts.

The seated Clark/Man of Steel slowly nodded and ran his tongue over his 
top lip as he watched the turgid Swedish sex muscle being bent 
downwards as the material from the gym shorts temporarily snagged it. 
The seated Kryptonian hunk felt his head move forwards almost as if it 
were acting on its own as the base of the hair enshrouded cock came 
into view. He also felt his x-ray vision shut down as his normal 
eyesight took in the incredible scene of phallic splendor as more of 
the stiff, downward pointing rod cleared its fabric prison. And while 
his eyes transmitted dramatic closeup images of the slowly emerging 
phallus back to his brain, his nose began to detect and transmit the 
distinctive scent of a hot male crotch. His chin began to drop and his 
tongue re-emerged to lick both his upper and lower lips.

"You're almost there, my man, you're almost there," Gunnar said in a 
quiet, reassuring voice as more and more of his hot dick came into 
view, until only the head of his hard shaft remained snagged in the 
thin blue material.

"Hold on baby, just hold on another second and it will all be yours" 
whispered Gunnar as his hands gave his blue gym shorts a final downward 
tug removing the last bit of confining material from his rigid organ.

"There it is, baby. You got it! It's all yours, my man! Take it. Go for 
it now, baby!" gasped the horny 19 year old as his shorts dropped to 
the floor and his suddenly freed dick sprang upwards and smacked the 
seated Clark/Superman on the right cheek.

A low "unnggghhh" escaped from the mouth of the seated superhero as he 
thrust his head forwards and began to slurp ravenously at the juncture 
of Gunnar's hard rod and hair flecked ballsack.

"It's all yours, baby! Take it! Go for it!" urged the elated 19 year 
old as he felt a warm, wet tongue envelope the base of his hard cock 
and the front of his scrotum. "Work that tongue, baby! Ooooh, yes, my 
man! Do it! Do it! Lick that rod" groaned the lust-driven intern as he 
pushed his crotch against the face of the male who was tonguing away at 
his cock. "This is fucking awesome" thought the gleeful 19 year old as 
he felt Clark/Superman's tongue and lips devour the base of his 
erection.

"Go for the head, man. Go for the head," exhorted the beaming youth as 
he looked down at the powerful male below who had begun to wrap his 
lips around the center of Gunnar's proud cock. "Higher, man, higher! Go 
for the head, baby!" moaned the hot male as he grasped the back of 
Superman's head and moved it upwards.

Once his taste buds recorded the presence of dick, any resistance or 
control left in Superman was lost forever. As his head was coaxed 
upwards by the standing blond hunk, the dick hungry Man of Steel 
surrendered all self-control and obediently began lapping and sucking 
the underside of the cock. Instantly detecting that Superman had 
submitted and he was now in total control of the situation, the horny 
Swede slowly guided Superman's penis devouring mouth upwards towards 
the head of his sex organ. Within seconds Superman was slurping at the 
base of the velvety cockhead, and moments later the head itself was 
lodged firmly in between his lips.

"Take it in baby , take it in!" groaned Gunnar as he began to slowly 
slide his dick into the mouth of the seated Kryptonian hunk. "Oh yes 
baby,. That's what you need. Come on, baby. Starting sucking on it. 
That's right, suck it, baby. Make daddy happy." moaned the blond Swede 
as he continued to feed the Man of Steel hot dick.

"Suck that dick, baby. Suck that dick. Oh that feels so good, doesn't 
it baby? You like daddy's dick don't ya?" asked the proud intern as he 
felt Superman obey his orders and start to suck on his hard Swedish 
cock. "Show daddy how much need him, baby. Bury daddy's bone in your 
throat," exhorted the 19 year old as he watched his dick vanish into 
the sucking and lapping mouth below.

Feasting on the rigid Swedish cock that was now lodged deeply in his 
throat, Superman truly became what Luthor had so desperately wanted him 
to become -- a complete and total suckslave. The handsome, invincible 
Kryptonian hunk unconditionally surrendered control of his mouth and 
body to the beaming 19 year old, whose cock was now beginning to piston 
in and out of his Kryptonian throat. When Gunnar told him to suck, 
Superman sucked. When Gunnar told him to lick, he licked. When Gunnar 
told him to "make love to the head", he kissed and nuzzled the head of 
Gunnar's dick. When Gunnar told him to kiss his balls, the Man of Steel 
bent over and began kissing them and did not stop kissing the hair 
covered Swedish scrotum until Gunnar told him to lick his way up 
Gunnar's cockshaft. And when Gunnar took a page out of Wu Chao's book, 
withdrew his cock from Superman's mouth and walked across the room. 
Superman instantly obeyed Gunnar's order to crawl to him across his 
living room on all fours and beg to be allowed to suck his cock.

"Your really are a hungry faggot, aren't you?" Gunnar declared 
scornfully as he watched the Man of Steel crawl towards his Superman-
saliva dampened cock.

"Yes, I am a faggot," replied the famished for cock superhero as he 
starred longingly at the rigid column of Swedish dick meat that towered 
gloriously above him like an enemy's banner hoisted over a defeated 
foe.

"You were born to suck cock, weren't you, bitch?" crowed the 
increasingly confident and aggressive 19 year old after he had 
reinserted his dick into Superman's ravenous mouth.

"Yes I was" mumbled the dick plugged Man of Steel as he impaled himself 
on the lanky Swede's phallus.

"Tony was right when he said that you liked having a hard cock stuck in 
your throat, wasn't he? Tony was right was he said you like servicing a 
real man, and that you are nothing but a fucking pansy. He was right 
when he told everyone that you crave having a hot stud fuck your pussy 
mouth, right you miserable cocksucking faggot?" snarled the 19 year old 
as he grabbed a handful of Superman's hair and yanked the sucking 
superstud off of his rampant meat.

"Yes, yes, yes!" groaned the Man of Steel as he knelt before his blond 
dominator's hard dick. "It's all true. I am a faggot. I suck cock. I 
let men cum in my mouth. I like having men cum in my mouth. I swallow 
cum. I need cum. I was placed on the earth to suck dicks. I'll blow 
anyone you tell me to blow. I'll suck any cock. I need cock. I need 
your cock! Please let me suck your cock, please," begged the degraded 
and nearly incoherent son of Krypton.

"Not so fast, you fucking fairy" snapped the now swaggering young male 
as he tantalized the semen-addicted superhero by holding his rigid 
Swedish prick just outside of Superman's mouth. "The only cocks you're 
gonna suck are those we tell you to suck. You are our fucking 
suckslave! Do you understand?" demanded the deliberately cruel young 
male as Gunnar jerked the head of the lust-driven Man of Steel upwards 
and away from the penis Superman craved, and forced him to look into 
Gunnar's piercing blue eyes. "You are our whore!" shouted the haughty 
Swede. "Say it! Say it now! I am a fucking whore! I am a suckslave 
faggot! Say it, you piece of shit!" Gunnar yelled into the face of the 
despondent Man of Steel as he pushed Superman backwards onto the floor.

"Yes, yes, yes! I am your suckslave! I am your whore!" moaned the 
humiliated Man of Steel as he lay on his back, naked and conquered at 
the feet of the scornful college male. "I am a suckslave faggot! Please 
let me suck on your cock" begged the totally defeated Man of Steel. "I 
am your faggot suckslave. Please, I am your faggot suckslave. I am your 
faggot suckslave."

"Good. That's what we like to hear," declared the 19 year old. "Now get 
up on your knees like a good little whore and I'll let you suck on my 
cock. "That's right," Gunnar continued in mock sincerity as he watched 
the staggeringly powerful, but completely vanquished, super male get 
off of his back, rise to his knees and submissively open his mouth. 
"Well, it looks like our little cunt has finally learned her place. 
Yeah," continued the gloating blond, "I think you're gonna be a really 
good whore after all. And do you know what we do for really good 
whores?" Gunnar asked staring directly into the face of Luthor's 
debased foe. "We reward them. Here's your reward, sweetheart! Start 
sucking," ordered the youthful blond as he stuck his dick back into 
Superman's mouth.

"Your life is over Superman. After today it will never be the same," 
Gunnar calmly stated as he looked down with disgust as the cock-crazed 
Man of Steel sucked ravenously on his dick. " Oh, you'll still be able 
to fly around in that faggot suit pretending to defend truth, justice 
and the American way, but your real life, your secret life, will be 
that of a whore, a whore for Lex Luthor, a cocksucking whore to be 
precise. You are going to be spending a lot of time on your knees 
giving head, just like you're doing now. That pathetic hard on you're 
sprouting is proof that you like giving head, isn't it?" asked the 
gloating Swede as he once again pulled his dick out of Superman's mouth 
and slowly waved the saliva covered shaft in front of the beaten Man of 
Steel. "But then, that's what you like to do, isn't it Superman? You 
need to suck on a nice, hard dick like this don't you? You're looking 
forward to your new life as a suckslave aren't you faggot? You want 
this dick back in your pathetic pussy mouth don't you, cunt? You want 
me to dump a big, gooey load of my ball juice down your pathetic homo 
throat don't you?

"Yes, please, yes," whimpered the despondent superhero.

"Very good, faggot. Now get your pussy lips over hear and suck me off! 
I've been saving up a load for you for days. I wanna get rid of it now. 
Get your face over here and blow me, cunt."

It was a crushed and broken Man of Steel who opened his mouth and 
resumed fellating the 19 year old hunk who stood over him, legs proudly 
apart, hands across his chest, with an expression of total triumph on 
his face

"That's right, Superman. Suck that dick. You wanted it; now you'll do 
all the work, like a good little whore. Service my rod. Worship my cock 
with your mouth," the blond 19 year old commanded as he looked down at 
the naked, boner spouting Man of Steel gobbling his hard penis.

With the chemically altered pleasure centers of the semen-addicted 
superhero in total control, the conquered Man of Steel focused all of 
his oral efforts and skills on pleasing his young master's dick in 
order to obtain a load of the priceless cum which his pleasure centers 
demanded. And so as he shamefully face fucked his mouth on the Swede's 
turgid cock, Superman's tongue licked and slurped all along the 
impressive column of flesh in order to increase the college male's joy 
and trigger the orgasm so intensely needed by the Kryptonian hunk.

Even the haughty blond college male was impressed by the blow job he 
was getting from the male he had so viciously berated. "Superman gives 
fantastic head," Gunnar realized as he experienced incredible 
sensations of intense pleasure from the suck job Superman was giving 
him. "I've never been blown like this before," he realized as 
Superman's ceaseless sucking and out of this world tonguing, began to 
put the horny Swede over the edge.

"Oh, man, bitch. I can't hold back much longer" echoed into Superman's 
ears as he continued to worship Gunnar's cock with every oral skill he 
could muster.

"Oh, shit! Fuck! Yes!" is all that the sucking Man of Steel heard as 
the hard Swedish dick stuffed in his mouth began to ejaculate. Long, 
thick streams of white, sperm filled semen erupted from the slot at the 
end of the dick Superman was sucking and began to fill his cum-hungry 
mouth. The blond covered swimmer's legs in front of the kneeling 
superhero began to buckle as Gunnar's body was wracked by incredible 
pleasures. The feeling of the orgasm was so intense that the 19 year 
old had to grab onto the shoulders of the sucking Man of Steel to 
steady himself while his dick continued to spew its load of warm jism 
into Superman's mouth.

As Superman's taste buds recorded the first taste of semen, the 
pleasure centers of Superman's brain ordered swallowing to begin 
immediately and unleashed another tongue assault on the ejaculating rod 
still wedged in Superman's mouth.

The momentarily overcome college male could only hold onto the strong 
shoulders of the Man of Steel as Superman devoured every drop of semen 
that jettisoned from Gunnar's cock. Even after the young Swede had 
stopped ejaculating, Superman's mouth kept servicing his rod as the 
pleasure centers of Superman's brain kept issuing their orders for cum.

"Whoa, back off, bitch" snapped the exhausted Swede as he pulled his 
tender dick out of Superman's still sucking mouth. "Give a guy a break! 
I know you love cock, but enough's enough," chuckled the 19 year old as 
he tumbled backwards and landed on the floor. "You are one fucking, 
fantastic cocksucker, Superman," laughed the spent young male as he 
looked at the kneeling Man of Steel. "You give one hell of a blowjob," 
snickered Gunnar as he watched Superman stare at the Swede's softening 
dick. "Damn, you really are a faggot," continued the young lifeguard as 
he rose to his feet while watching Superman's eyes follow every 
movement of his now detumescent penis.

"Well, now it's time to get down to business," Gunnar announced as he 
plopped down on Superman's chair and covered his blond haired groin 
with his navy blue gym shorts. "Hey, I had to get your attention," 
barked Gunnar to the kneeling superhero who now looked into Gunnar's 
face. "You can look at my dick later, but right now, we are going to 
discuss the terms of your new life. Listen closely. These are the 
terms. They are not negotiable.

"Okay, okay, get on over here," said the exasperated Swede as he tossed 
his shorts aside and once again allowed the hard on sprouting Superman 
to stare at his sleeping cock. "Here's the deal, Superman. I'm gonna 
let you hold my dick in your mouth while we discuss your new life. Now, 
you can't suck on it. But you have been a good cocksucker tonight, so 
I'll let you keep it in your mouth. And since you can't talk very well 
with my dick in your mouth, we're going to set up a little signal 
system. When I ask you something and the answer is yes, I want you to 
lick my cockhead twice, do you understand," the young man asked as he 
pulled Superman's face upwards. Superman nodded. "Now, if the answer is 
"no" then I want to feel one lick on my dickhead. Okay, those are the 
rules. Here's your goody" laughed the college male as he spread his 
legs apart. Within seconds his dick was once again inside of the mouth 
of the Man of Steel.

"Okay," Gunnar said to the face wedged between his lanky legs, "here 
are the terms of your new life."

"Number 1. You openly acknowledge and admit that you are a cocksucking, 
faggot whore suckslave."

A moment later the 19 year old felt Superman's tongue swipe his 
cockhead twice.

"Good, You're a fast learner. "

"Number 2. You will suck the cock of any man who Lex Luthor or one of 
his associates tells you to suck."

Once again, the young Swede felt a tongue hit his dickhead twice.

"Number 3. "Unless instructed otherwise by the man, or men, whom you 
are blowing, you will swallow all that is ejaculated or emitted by the 
urethra of each penis of each man that you are blowing."

Two tongue taps on his Swedish dickhead.

"Number 4. You will suck no cocks, other than those provided to you by 
Lex Luthor or his associates."

After a short delay, the college intern felt two tongue contacts on the 
head of his penis.

"No freelancing, faggot" warned Gunnar. "Don't worry, we will keep you 
well supplied with cock."

"Number 5. You will continue to fly around fighting crime, being a 
general pain in the ass do-gooder, and you will maintain a good public 
image. However, you will not interfere in any of Lex Luthor's dealings, 
or those of his associates, unless specifically authorized by Lex 
Luthor."

After nearly a minute, Gunnar's dickhead registered a single lick.

"Hey, dick breath, this isn't a negotiation session. These are the 
terms of your new life. You will accept and obey every single one of 
these fucking rules. Remember, we have thousands and thousands of hot 
pictures, videos, and every other kind of fucking media showing you 
sucking lots of cocks and swallowing cum by the gallon. We not only 
have the power to cut off your supply of cock, but we have the power to 
turn the people of the world against you. Every newspaper, magazine, tv 
and radio station, binary newsgroup and webpage will have thousands of 
those pictures within an hour unless I feel your tongue lap by cock 
twice," bellowed Gunnar.

Thirty seconds later, Superman's tongue lapped the head of the Swede's 
dick, twice.

"I knew you'd come to your senses," continued Gunnar. "Now on to Rule 
6."

"Number 6. You will strip of your clothes and display any and all parts 
of your body when directed by Lex Luthor, one of his associates, or a 
male who you have been authorized to blow."

Two laps on the head of Gunnar's penis.

"Number 7. You will not ejaculate unless you receive permission from 
Lex Luthor, one of his associates, or a male who you have been 
authorized to blow. Spontaneous orgasm while sucking on another man's 
cock, not assisted by your own hand, will not count. You agree to lap 
up, ingest and swallow any and all semen ejaculated from your faggot 
penis when ordered to do so by Lex Luthor, one of his associates, or a 
male who you have been authorized to blow."

After nearly a minute, the young Swede's dick was lapped twice.

"Number 8. You agree to submit to any physical or medical examination, 
including full body cavity searches, and agree to permit the insertion 
of medical or other examination devices and instruments into your body 
cavities, when ordered by Lex Luthor or one of his associates."

Thirty seconds later, two laps on Gunnar's dick.

"Number 9. You agree to admit and proclaim to Lex Luthor, any of his 
associates, or any male who you have been authorized to blow, that you 
are a faggot. You agree to study, memorize, and repeat with feeling any 
sentence, phrase, or term, no matter who graphic or demeaning, 
admitting, embracing, acknowledging and celebrating the fact that you 
are, always have been, and always will be, an orally receptive 
homosexual; ie an oral bottom."

After a fifteen second delay, two tongue strokes on the head of the 19 
year old's dick.

"Number 10. You agree to study, practice, improve and refine methods, 
ways, techniques and procedures to provide, prolong and enhance your 
ability and skills to perform oral sex acts on Lex Luthor, his 
associates, or any male who you have been authorized to blow."

Two laps on the Swede's dick.

"That went very well faggot," chuckled the 19 year old blond as he 
playfully tasseled the hair of the Kryptonian stud who still held 
Gunnar's penis in his mouth. "And in celebration of your new life, Mr. 
Luthor has ordered me to give you a present," revealed the Swedish male 
as he pulled the dick engorged Man of Steel's head upwards, reached 
over to his gym shorts and retrieved a condom.

"Slip this around the head of your dick, superfag, just the head. Lex 
is going to let you beat off into it. Once you fill it with your faggot 
goo, we will let you swallow your own nutsauce. I know that you like 
the taste of your own cum, fairy. I saw that film they made of you when 
you laid on your back and eagerly gobbled your own jism. I watched Tony 
pour your own scum into your mouth. And I watched you lick the fucking 
scumbowl clean. I know what you like. Okay, faggot. Slip on the rubber 
and get to work. I don't have all day," observed the grinning Swede.

"Oh yeah, feel free to stare at my dick while you're playing with 
yourself. You can remember how much fun you had sucking on it," laughed 
the 19 year old as he watched the Man of Steel open the condom and 
place it around the corona of the formidable head of Superman's still 
erect phallus. Four minutes later, his eyes riveted to the blond 
enshrouded penis lying before him, the body of Lex Luthor's new 
suckslave began to spasm and shake as the masturbating superhero 
experienced the fifth orgasm of his life.

A series of "Uuuuhh, Oh, unnngg" and other grunts was all that Gunnar 
heard as he watched in amusement as end of Superman's condom began to 
fill with fresh Kryptonian semen.

"Very good, Superman, very good" mocked the 19 year old as the final 
spasms of pleasure ran through the extraordinary body that knelt in 
front of him. "Now, take your hand and milk that shaft from the bottom 
to the top. That's right," said Gunnar as the Man of Steel began to 
squeeze the remaining droplets of semen from his own cock. "We don't 
want to miss a single sperm. I think that's done it. Now take of the 
rubber and had it to me. Excellent!" continued the 19 year old as 
Superman obediently removed the scum laden condom and hand it to 
Gunnar. "Now, open your mouth nice and wide. Very good. Here's the 
present Mr. Luthor promised you," the college intern announced as he 
upended the semen loaded rubber and began to pour Superman's own 
ejaculate into Superman's mouth.

"You can now swallow Mr. Luthor's present," said the obviously 
entertained cousin of Lois Lane as he emptied the last of Superman's 
thick, white semen into his open mouth. "Good boy," Gunnar chuckled as 
he watched in fascination as the Man of Steel obediently ingested his 
own semen. "You damn faggots are something else," declared the blond 
collegian as he got up from the chair and slipped into his gym shorts. 
"I will never understand why any guy would ever eat that stuff. All I 
can say is that I am glad you like it, because any time you need some, 
you just stop by a see me," exclaimed the 19 year old. . "These babies 
will whip up a batch for you in no time," Gunnar announced as he lewdly 
grabbed his crotch.

"Oh, yes, one more thing faggot," continued Luthor's youngest agent as 
he reached into a pocket of his blue gym shorts and extracted a folded 
piece of paper. "You'll be pleased to hear that Mr. Luthor intends to 
keep his new whore very happy, and has already made arrangements for 
you to swallow your next load of balljuice. This paper contains 
detailed directions to an estate on the outskirts of Lagos, Nigeria. 
You will arrive there at 10:00 PM tomorrow, Lagos time. Your old friend 
Tony will meet you there and deliver you to our very first customer. As 
Mr. Luthor's cocksucking whore, you will blow customer, swallow his 
load, thank him for letting you swallow, proclaim your homosexuality to 
the customer and do whatever else Tony tells you to do. You will come 
back here, return to work at the Daily Planet, and await further 
instructions. Have a nice day, faggot!" laughed the 19 year old blond 
as he tossed the paper at the still naked Man of Steel and left the 
apartment.

The cum-addicted Man of Steel remained on his knees staring blankly at 
the piece of paper for nearly fifteen minutes. It was only after the 
receptors in the pleasure centers of Superman's brain began to record 
the presence of digested semen components in his bloodstream and 
ratchet down the intensity of the craving feeling, that the disgraced 
and subjugated supermale was able to reassert some control over 
himself. It was only when the mysterious feelings of serenity, 
contentment and fulfillment returned to his body, that the Man of Steel 
was able to comprehend the enormity of horror that had just befallen 
him.

But this time even Superman's astonishing mental powers could not find 
a way out of the inescapable psychological, emotional and most 
important of all, physiological trap that Luthor had created. Isolated, 
betrayed, degraded, blackmailed, and oblivious to the fact that he been 
secretly addicted, the staggeringly powerful, heterosexual Man of Steel 
gave up the fight and capitulated. He was now Lex Luthor's whore.


Chapter Five

While Lex Luthor's new whore was trying to deal with the what it would 
be like to live in complete subjugation, the males who conquered 
Superman were swiftly implementing their plans to sell the cocksucking 
services of the new suckslave.

"General Azikiwe, my old friend. How are you?" asked Luthor as Collin, 
Wu, Lois and Gunnar listened intently. "Yes," everything is arranged 
for tomorrow night at 10:00 PM. Yes, my associate Tony is already in 
Lagos. He will make sure that the merchandise is delivered to you on 
time. Yes, yes, yes, the merchandise is real. This is not a joke. I see 
that you have already wired the funds into my account. Thank you my 
friend. I know that you will enjoy yourself tomorrow night. I do have 
one favor to ask of you --- please make sure that he swallows! I 
thought you would say that. Enjoy yourself. Goodbye" said Luthor as 
hung up the phone.

"Well, everything is set for tomorrow. Once again Gunnar, I cannot 
thank you enough. I just wish I had been there to see it. Oh, don't 
worry about tuition. Your junior and senior years in college have 
already been paid for. It's the least I could do," said the smiling 
criminal as he shook the young Swede's hand. "You definitely have a 
future with our organization."

"Thank you, thank you all," Luthor said as he took Lois' arm walked out 
of his office towards a side office that held a queen sized bed. "It's 
time to celebrate. See you tomorrow boys!" said Luthor as he quietly 
shut the door.

At 4:55 PM, Metropolis time, (9:55 PM, Lagos time) a red and blue clad 
figure streaked out of Clark Kent's apartment and flew across the 
Atlantic Ocean at an incredible rate of speed. Three minutes later the 
most powerful male on the planet landed quietly at the rear entrance to 
the main house of a massive estate outside of Lagos, Nigeria. A moment 
later the door opened and a grinning 22-year old Hispanic American male 
emerged.

"Well, well, well. She's right on time. That's a very good business 
habit for a whore to have," said Luthor's smiling associate, Tony as he 
looked at Superman fully clad in his red and blue outfit. "These better 
do a really good job tonight, sweetheart," mocked the man who had 
stolen the Man of Steel's virginity, as he stuck his fingers into 
Superman's mouth and felt his lips. Mr. Luthor promised your date for 
tonight, that you'd suck dick really good. You will suck dick really 
well tonight, won't you cunt," asked Tony as he contemptuously stared 
into Superman's eyes. "I said "won't you, cunt" repeated Tony.

"Yes," came the soft reply from the Man of Steel.

"Good girl," chuckled Tony as he gestured towards the open door. "Come 
on in and meet your first customer. But first put on this lead embedded 
blindfold. We want this to be a surprise."

Ten minutes later the now solemn 22 year old male and the blindfolded 
Man of Steel reached a large, mahogany paneled door in front of a room 
inside the center of the mansion. Two armed soldiers of the Nigerian 
Army opened the door and allowed Luthor's henchman and the blindfolded 
superhero to enter.


A few second later Superman felt a downward pressure on his shoulder's 
and heard Tony whisper "On your knees, faggot." Within moments the 
Kryptonian hunk was on his knees.

The words "We meet again, Superman. Welcome to Nigeria," penetrated 
Superman's ears as the leaded blindfold was removed and the seated form 
of General Azikiwe filled his eyes. "How natural you look down there," 
said Azikiwe. "I think that I am going to enjoy this," he said as he 
gestured towards one of his guards.

A loud report suddenly filled the room as one of Azikiwe's guards fired 
a pistol point blank into the back of Superman's head. The bullet 
disintegrated when it came into contact with the impenetrable skin of 
the Man of Steel.

"What the fuck are you doing?" yelled the startled Luthor's 22 year old 
Hispanic henchman as he jumped in panic.

"Just testing. Just testing," laughed the General as he saw the results 
of his test. "Although Lex has always been up front and honest with me, 
I have to admit that when he told me the truth about Superman, I just 
couldn't quite believe it. I just had to have proof that this 
homosexual you brought us tonight is really the Man of Steel. I 
apologize to you Tony and to Lex for doubting his word. Please forgive 
me. Now, let me enjoy myself with this beautiful trollop.

"Lieutenant, take Mr. Luthor's associate to the lounge and pour him a 
drink. I want to be alone with this whore," Azikiwe ordered.

Moments later Azikiwe was alone with his hated, kneeling foe.

"This is truly a remarkable occasion, Superman," Azikiwe observed as he 
stared at the Kryptonian hunk. "You have made quite a fascinating 
transition, from superhero to a common street whore. If I had known 
that you loved men so much, we might have reached an accommodation. 
Instead of disrupting my oil business dealings, you could have devoted 
your time blowing my troops. Let's start all over again, shall we?" 
said the 45 year old general, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And 
since I am such a nice and generous man, I will make the first 
gesture," continued Azikiwe as he pressed a button on the arm of his 
chair. "Here are some of my finest troops," noted Azikiwe as a side 
door opened and nine elite Nigerian soldiers marched into the room, 
forming a line between their seated commander and the kneeling Man of 
Steel. "They're all yours! Enjoy yourself. "Soldiers, do your duty!"

While the blackmailed and outwitted superhero had surrendered control 
of his life to Lex Luthor and his henchmen, his inner self still 
reacted with abhorrence with what he knew he was about to do. But as 
the grinning troops broke rank and moved towards the kneeling male, 
Superman knew that he was powerless to resist any of their demands.

Within seconds Superman was surrounded by a wall of prime Nigerian 
troops. Every place the kneeling Man of Steel looked brought the same 
terrible image to his eyes --- crotches, muscular legs, and lower 
torsos all covered in dark green camouflage material. When he raised 
his eyes he found himself staring into dark, lust-filled, smiling 
faces.

"Okay men, strip the white bitch," barked General Azikiwe..

Eighteen strong dark hands immediately began pulling Superman's shirt 
over his head, yanking his boots off and tossing his cape aside. Once 
this partial disrobing of the Man of Steel had been accomplished the 
booted foot of the soldier in front of the unresisting superhero was 
placed in the middle of Superman's magnificently sculptured chest. "On 
your back, bitch" penetrated Superman's ears as he allowed himself to 
be forced backwards onto the floor in the middle of the laughing black 
troops.

"Excellent, Bombata!" said Azikiwe. "She likes a take charge man!"

The moment the Man of Steel landed on his back Azikiwe's troops dragged 
his shorts and tights down his powerful legs and hurled them to the 
side of the room.

As the amused Nigerian troops looked at the male they were about to 
ravish, they were struck by staggering power that the nude body beneath 
them exuded with its strong thighs, washboard abdomen and powerful 
well-formed chest. It was obvious to each of them, that their victim 
had the capacity to easily annihilate them. But since he either refused 
or was incapable of defending himself, they were determined to dethrone 
this white god and bend his will to theirs.

"Soldiers, let's show this white whore what real men look like!" 
snapped the grinning General as he began to understand the depths to 
which Luthor had taken Superman.

As the prostrate Superman watched his Nigerian tormentors begin to 
strip, he was hit by waves of revulsion and despair. Revulsion because 
he knew what acts of sexual depravity he was about to perform, and 
despair because he knew that once he got a look at their penises he 
would do anything to be allowed to suck them.

"Hey, commander. She's getting a hardon. Look!" shouted one of the 
naked soldiers as he pointed at Superman's rising phallus.

The chemically altered pleasured centers of the Kryptonian stud were 
now taking over.

As the stripped Man of Steel's phallus began to rise, Superman felt 
himself begin to eye the 9 slabs of prime Nigerian meat that surrounded 
him. Although Superman wanted to close his eyes and flee, his body 
would not let him. With every second that his eyes fixed on the dark 
penises more of the will to resist vanished. When several of the troops 
began to stroke their cocks, Superman simply surrendered.

General Azikiwe watched in amazement as the hardon sprouting Man of 
Steel slowly rose off of his back and resumed a kneeling position in 
front of one of his soldiers. " Corporal Nwokorie, offer him your dick. 
See what he does." Azikiwe said to the erect male before whom Superman 
knelt.

The General was astonished to see Superman's mouth open the moment that 
the 28 year old soldier placed the blunt tip of his hard black cock 
against Superman's lips. He was overjoyed as he watched the kneeling 
son of Krypton thrust his head forward and envelope Kaduna's erection.

"Get him over to that bed, now" barked the General as he pointed to a 
large bed just off to the left.

The fellating superhero groaned with acute disappointment as Corporal 
Nwokorie's rigid ebony shaft was abruptly pulled out of his semen 
seeking throat.

"Up, up, faggot," snapped the sneering Nwokorie. "I'll let you suck on 
it soon enough," laughed the battle hardened soldier as he lewdly waved 
his spit polished dick at the despairing Man of Steel. "Get over onto 
that bed. Now! And I will let you suck on this again," Nwokorie 
continued as the rest of the troops hauled the formidable Man of Steel 
to his feet and shoved him towards the bed.

"Get up on the bed, whore" ordered Nwokorie as he swiftly moved to the 
far side of the bed and watched the submissive Kryptonian stud start to 
climb onto the bed.

"No, no, no, you stupid bitch," yelled Nwokorie. "Get down on your 
hands and knees!" "Very good," said the smiling veteran as he began to 
once again stroke his turgid black shaft. Crawl over here to the edge, 
dog and get your bone."

"Excellent, Nwokorie," General Azikiwe said as he watched the alabaster 
superhunk crawl meekly towards Nwokorie's ebony obelisk. "Lieutenant 
Bombata, you know what to do!"

While Corporal Nwokorie slowly and deliberately reinserted his engorged 
sex organ into the cum-addicted Superman's ravenous mouth, the 32 year 
old Lieutenant Bombata stepped immediately behind of the dick nursing 
Man of Steel.

Of the many males and females he had sodomized over the past 14 years, 
he had never seen an ass that even approached magnificence of the 
creamy white buttocks that lay inches from his erect penis. It was 
absolutely without blemish --- two perfect orbs of firm, sculptured, 
male ass. "To take this ass was not a once in a lifetime opportunity; 
this is a once in a millennium opportunity," thought Bombata as he 
closed the distance between the head of his dark missile and the dick 
slurping Man of Steel's extraordinary ass. The sensations emanating 
from the nerve packed head of his proud Nigerian phallus were 
incredible as the lust-driven Lieutenant's stud missile slide in 
between the perfect Kryptonian ass orbs. Seconds later Bombata's 
dickhead signaled him that contact had been made.

"One good shove and this cherry is busted," thought Bombata as he 
thrust his loins forward.

A loud "Yeow!!!!" startled everyone in the room as Bombata's hard dick 
failed to penetrate Superman's sphincter. "His asshole is made of 
steel," howled the frustrated soldier as he examined his now tender 
cockhead. "I can't get inside."

"Hmmmmmm," said the disappointed General as he started at the virginal 
Kryptonian ass the he wanted to have violated. "I guess Luthor hasn't 
taught the bitch how to fuck. Let's see what we can do to change that."

For the next thirty minutes General Azikiwe and six of soldiers tried 
various ways to penetrate the upturned buttocks of the Man of Steel 
while Corporal Nwokorie and two others fed Superman hot, African dick.

A few minutes after Lieutenant Bombata's aborted effort to penetrate 
Superman's ass, Corporal Nwokorie's body was racked with spasms of 
ecstasy as his black bazooka began firing cumwads into the mouth of the 
Man of Steel. As soon as the semen-enriched goo hit his taste buds, the 
cock slobbering hero to millions increased his suction on the Nigerian 
shaft and began swallowing the thick African ball juice. Nwokorie had 
never experienced anything like this in his life. It was with great 
reluctance that he pulled his dick out of Superman's still sucking 
mouth.

"Sergeant Agalaba," called the spent Nigerian stud, "Please take over!"

A few seconds later, Superman's pleasure centers erupted in joy as his 
field of vision was taken up by an advancing column of hard Nigerian 
dick. Like a silo receiving its missile, Superman's mouth opened 
eagerly and admitted Sergeant Agalaba's stiff meat.

The seven males struggling to penetrate Superman's seemingly inviolable 
rectum were frustrated beyond belief. Fingers, a lubricated dildo, 
pistol barrels, a lit candle, screwdrivers, and even a hat pin had 
failed to gain entry to Superman's nether region. (The only male to 
ever penetrate Superman's sacred ass was Luthor's friend Mike who had 
quietly snuck up behind the kneeling Superman as he was fellating 
Luthor, gently inserted his finger past the rosebud between Superman's 
cheeks, wormed his finger upward until he found Superman's prostate, 
and then pressed against it to trigger the Man of Steel's first orgasm 
at the same moment that Luthor ejaculated into Superman's mouth. The 
only reason that Mike had been able to penetrate the normally 
impenetrable Kryptonian sphincter was because of the red and green 
Kryptonite dust that Superman had been forced to inhale. Had it not 
been for the debilitating effect of the Kryptonite, Mike's mission 
would have failed.)

It wasn't until after Sergeant Agalaba had smashed his dark curly pubes 
against Superman's flawless white facial cheeks, and begun ejaculating 
his copious load of jism into the Man of Steel's throat, that the 
frustrated General Azikiwe came up with a possible solution to his 
problem. "Corporal Nwokorie! Go to my room on the fourth floor. Open 
the cabinet on the left. You will find a small lead box, about the size 
of a bar of soap. Bring it here. Oh yes, bring a hammer too. I think 
that I may know how to open this faggot's backdoor." snapped Azikiwe.

"Did that taste good, bitch?" Sergeant Agalaba asked the panting Man of 
Steel as he squeezed the last drop off semen onto Superman's proffered 
tongue. "Yes," whispered the heartthrob of millions of women as he 
stared hungrily as Agalaba's softening shaft.

"Have some more, faggot," laughed Agalaba as he stepped aside to allow 
Lieutenant Oshodi to take his place.

"Not so fast, you white bitch," spat Oshodi as Superman's mouth moved 
to engulf his penis. "If you want this cock, then you must beg for it, 
with your tongue. Lick the head of my cock, Superman. Let me and my 
friends here see how much you need it. If you please me, I may let you 
suck on it, but first you must honor my cock with your tongue. Lick it, 
bitch!" Oshodi ordered, hopeful that it would give Corporal Nwokorie 
time to find the General's lead box.

Lt. Oshodi continued to tantalize the cock starved Man of Steel until 
Nwokorie returned holding a small leaden box. Although his "lick my 
dick" game with the vanquished Kryptonian male only lasted for ten 
minutes, to the superhuman semen junkie, it seemed like an eternity.

Spying Corporal Nwokorie with the small lead box and a hammer, General 
Azikiwe left the room, took the box from Nwokorie, ordered him to 
retrieve the anal lube from his comrades, knelt on the floor, spilled 
the contents of the box onto the floor, picked up the hammer, and began 
to pound the contents into powder.

When Nwokorie returned with the anal lube, his smiling commander was 
holding up a palm full of green grit.

"Years ago Lex Luthor gave me this small sample of Green Kryptonite in 
case I was ever in danger of being captured by Superman. While this 
amount probably wouldn't have killed Superman, Lex believed that it 
would have weakened him sufficiently to allow be to escape. This may be 
exactly what we need to get Lieutenant Bombata's penis past Superman's 
sphinctorian guard. Here, hand me that ass cream, Azikiwe ordered.

"Lt. Oshodi, is our white whore still sucking your dick?" asked the 
General as he re-entered the room.

"Yes, sir! She is sucking it like the women who hang around outside of 
our barracks," proclaimed Oshodi as he lurched forwards, abruptly 
ending Superman's dick licking ordeal. A groan of deep satisfaction 
came from the dick pieced Man of Steel as Oshodi's penis wedged itself 
in Superman's throat.

"Good," said Azikiwe. "Lieutenant Bombata, get over here!"

"Take this and smear it on your dick," Azikiwe said as he handed 
Bombata a small saucer filled with a light green creamy substance. I 
believe that this is the key to Superman's ass. Smear this on that 
babymaker of yours and get that bitch pregnant," Azikiwe ordered as he 
handed the saucer to Bombata and slapped him good naturedly on the 
back.

Two minutes later the firm head of Bombata's slick Nigerian cock had 
slipped in between Superman's spectacular ass, and was once again 
knocking on his back door.

With his throat filled by Oshodi's thick, hard shaft, and his face 
buried in Oshodi's dense, dark pubes, the mind-fucked Man of Steel was 
only semi-aware of the battle that was waging behind him. For while his 
sphincter had easily thwarted every prior attempt to penetrate it that 
earlier that evening, it was not doing so well against Bombata's shaft 
this time.

Chastened by his painful first failure to invade superman's virginal 
ass with one thrust, the horny Nigerian Lieutenant switched to a 
strategy of applying a slow steady pressure. Sure enough as the hot tip 
of the Nigerian's firm cock pushed against Superman's sphincter, the 
radiation from the dust sized particles of Green Kryptonite began to 
weaken it. An expression of pure joy swept across Bombata's face as the 
sensitive nerve endings on the head of his cock flashed back the first 
signs of anal penetration. Soon a third of Bombata's bullet shaped 
cockhead was through Superman's hitherto invincible sphincter. Then 
two-thirds of the cockhead pieced the barrier to Superman's manpussy. A 
little more pressure and the entire head of the sweating Lieutenant's 
dark penis was firmly inside of the gleaming white ass of the Man of 
Steel.

The pleasure that surged through Bombata's body was indescribable. As 
the wide corona of the lust drive soldier's organ entered Superman's 
hot, dank hole, the still resisting Kryptonian sphincter closed around 
the shaft below. The sensations coming from his cock were incredible as 
Superman's asspussy continually fought to close. Had it not been for 
the green Kryptonite tinged anal lube, Bombata's dick would have been 
amputated by Superman's powerful ass ring.

Having gotten the head inside, Lieutenant Bombata signalled success to 
his commander.

"Great," laughed Azikiwe as he clapped his hands together. "You have 
lived up to your name! (Bombata means "He who conquers') "Now, fuck 
her!"

"Yes sir," answered the beaming Nigerian veteran as he saluted his 
commander while continuing to invade the Man of Steel with his cock.

Bent over with his face impaled on Lt. Oshodi's turgid organ, the nerve 
endings surrounding Superman's hole started flashing warning signals to 
his brain. While his conscious brain registered severe panic and alarm, 
the cum-addicted pleasure centers which still exercised total control 
over the Man of Steel, focused all attention on the long military dick 
sliding in and out of Superman's mouth. The Man of Steel remained on 
all fours, with one thick, hair enshrouded cock buried in his throat, 
and a second ebony spear invading the last virginal region of his 
awesome body.

It wasn't much longer until Lt. Bombata's obsidian shaft was completely 
buried inside of Superman's magnificent ass. Cheers and hoots of 
approval erupted from the Lieutenant's comrades as they proudly pointed 
to Bombata's curly, dark forest of cockhair starkly contrasted against 
the bright white skin of the buttocks of the now deflowered Man of 
Steel.

Bombata just stood their, his hands clamped on Superman's hips, staring 
down on the cock-stabbed Kryptonian ass, while savoring his victory 
over the white superhero. The heat from Superman's violated ass coupled 
with the intensely erotic feelings coming from Bombata's conquering 
cock were incredible.

While Bombata was enjoying his moment of triumph over the last virginal 
outpost of the Man of Steel as chorus of "Fuck the bitch, fuck the 
bitch, fuck the bitch," thundered through the room as the Lieutenant's 
colleagues urged him to begin the final steps in taking Superman's ass.

And fuck he did! Firmly holding onto Superman's hips, the horny soldier 
began to fuck the Man of Steel. Well practiced in the art of sodomy, 
Bombata took up a rhythm of long, slow, deep penetrations of Superman's 
ass. His slick, dark column of prime Nigerian meat pistoned in and out, 
ravaging Superman's ass and elating proud Lieutenant as Superman's 
still resisting sphincter kept a very tight pressure on his invading 
dick.

As the Nigerian ass-buster relentlessly fucked the still sucking Man of 
Steel up the ass, Superman's pleasure centers began to react with 
delight as Lieutenant Bombata's armored column pressed against the 
heterosexual Kryptonian stud's prostate. Waves of new pleasures washed 
over the boner sprouting, cock slobbering Man of Steel as his body once 
again was the beneficiary of a prostate massage. Overwhelmed from a 
dual assault of oral and anal joy, the Superman's pleasure centers ran 
amok. Deep groans of joy came out of the double dicked Man of Steel. 
His sucking on Lt. Oshodi's turgid organ increased, and the lower part 
of Superman's body began to move to enhance the new joy produced by the 
firm military cock that was fucking his ass.

Bombata and Oshodi felt, and General Azikiwe observed, these physical 
changes in the dicked at both ends superhero. "Fuck that bitch, fuck 
her!" yelled Azikiwe as he watched men's long armored columns invade 
his enemy's most sacred regions. " Give it to her!"

Two minutes later the Man of Steel, idol and heartthrob of millions, 
sank to the lowest depths of degradation as the two Nigerian studs 
reached their climax. The first to go over the edge was Lieutenant 
Oshodi. Unable to hold back any longer, the hot young military hunk 
yelled incoherently and began ejaculating loads of warm, thick, gooey, 
white fucksauce into Superman's mouth and gullet. "I'm coming you 
fucking whore!" yelled the jubilant Oshodi as his dick poured its sperm 
rich soup down Superman's greedily swallowing throat. His orgasm was so 
powerful that he found himself clenching Superman's ears in order to 
maintain his balance as he fed the Kryptonian cum addict. The sight 
delighted the beaming General.

Near the end of Oshodi's cum shooting orgasm, Lieutenant Bombata 
finally gave in to pure pleasure and began to fire volley after volley 
of his hot man juice deep inside of Superman' s totally defiled ass. 
"You lost it all, bitch! You lost it all, you faggot whore!" howled 
Bombata with triumph as he continued to jettison his ball juice into 
the totally disgraced Man of Steel.

With his taste buds signaling the presence of semen, and his prostate 
battered by a hard penile probe, Superman's body spasmed from the 
greatest orgasm of his life. Long streams of dense, white Kryptonian 
man syrup fired out of his painfully erect cock onto the bed below. His 
entire body shuddered and shook as he ejaculated copious amounts of 
sperm laden ball sauce. The waves of ecstasy were so intense that the 
ejaculating superstud collapsed in a heap on the semen covered bed, his 
formidable phallus continuing to spew his man juice as he fell. This 
was the mother of all orgasms.

The collapse of the spent superstud caught both Oshodi and Bombata by 
surprise. Oshodi's now softening dick was wrenched out of Superman's 
still sucking mouth, while Bombata lost his balance and fell forward on 
top of the exhausted Man of Steel. For several minutes Bombata just lay 
on top of the vanquished Superman, enjoying his triumph while his 
superhero deflowering phallus returned to detumescence. He finally 
withdrew his soft cock from Superman's well fucked hole; rolled off the 
ruined Man of Steel; patted the firm Kryptonian rear; and loudly 
proclaimed "Damn this bitch can fuck!" as he walked away from his 
conquest in triumph.

"Uh, Lieutenant Bombata," interrupted General Azikiwe as the happy 
soldier began to walk away. "Aren't we forgetting something?" he asked 
pointing toward the bed.

"Oh, yes!" Bombata laughed as he returned to the bed, grabbed a handful 
of Superman's hair, and shoved the Kryptonian stud's face into his own 
pool of cooling Kryptonian jism. "Lap it up cunt!" the Lieutenant 
ordered as he pushed Superman's face into the gooey mess. Even though 
he was totally drained, the pleasure centers of Superman's brain would 
not let this opportunity pass. Bombata's orders were obeyed.

There were still five of Azikiwe's crack troops who were building up 
cum loads for the Man of Steel, and when they saw him finish slurping 
up his own semen, they swiftly attacked.

Captain Iwenofu, a 26 year old sniper under Azikiwe's command was 
closest to the exposed ass of the spent son of Krypton. "Matazu, 
Shobanjo, Olowu, Igbokwe," he called to his other comrades in arms 
anxious to plunder the mouth and ass of the spent superhuman male. 
"Help me flip this bitch on her back," Iwenofu continued as he grasped 
Superman's upturned feet and began to turn the drained and defenseless 
Man of Steel onto his back. In an instant the extraordinary specimen of 
Kryptonian maleness was lying on his back, utterly incapable of 
preventing the indignities that the five rigid Nigerian phalluses were 
about to inflict.

"To the edge of the bed. Drag her to the edge of the bed," snapped 
Iwenofu as he pulled Superman backwards. "Igbokwe, get ready to give 
the whore something to suck on," suggested the grinning captain as he 
positioned the exposed white buttocks for another invasion by a 
Nigerian armored column. "Don't block her view, Igbokwe. She needs to 
see herself getting fucked. Prop her head up with that blanket. Olowu! 
Matazu, hold the cunt's legs for me" the lust-filled captain said as he 
watched his two fellow soldiers each grab a well muscled Kryptonian leg 
and hoist it upwards and apart.

The eyes of the hapless Man of Steel transmitted a terrifying scene to 
his inner heterosexual self. With his head propped up, he was gazing 
downwards across his naked torso, past his now detumescent cock, at his 
own powerful legs which were now splayed obscenely apart while held up 
in the air by two harden sprouting Nigerian soldiers. Framed by this 
humiliating "V" was the grinning form of Captain Iwenofu, slowly 
stroking his cock.

"My women like it when I fuck them lying on their backs," Iwenofu said 
contemptuously as he locked eyes with a mortified, but unresisting, 
Superman. "Corporal Nwokorie, please bring my lovely girlfriend some 
lotion. Her twat's a little dry tonight. I don't want my big dick to 
irritate her when I fuck her."

Thirty seconds later Captain Iwenofu was slicking his stiff, black love 
muscle with the Kryptonite tinged anal lube. "My, my, my, your pussy 
looks a little dry, Superman, let me moisten it up for you," said 
Iwenofu as he applied a large dollop of the anal lube directly to 
Superman's exposed rosebud. "There, that should help," he observed as 
he worked the potent substance into the fiercely resisting hole.

After strenuously massaging the green ointment against Superman's 
sphincter, the battle hardened officer placed the tip of his hot 
erection smack in the middle of Superman's bull's eye. The next moment 
would tell if his strategy would work.

As the captive Man of Steel watched between his humiliatingly spread 
legs, Superman saw the black hair flecked lower abdomen of his would be 
rapist suddenly thrust forward. A fraction of a second later the Man of 
Steel felt and saw the long Nigerian male cylinder penetrate his anal 
defenses and completely bury itself in his ass. Only the collision of 
Iwenofu's pubic bone with Superman's muscular ass cheeks stopped the 
hard African cock from penetrating deeper. The pre-fuck application of 
the green Kryptonite lube had worked. By the time Iwenofu's cached 
rammed against Superman's rosebud, the softened up defenses had 
collapsed.

"Good job, Captain," shouted the beaming General. "An excellent display 
of initiative! Now let her feel how well you fuck!"

For the second time in his life the spread legged Man of Steel felt a 
proud, turgid male organ begin to piston in and out of his no longer 
virginal ass. Superman's indescribably humiliating feelings of shame 
were compounded by the fact that he was forced to watch each degrading 
thrust of his own rape by Iwenofu.

"Now Igbokwe," said Iwenofu to his comrade who had propped up 
Superman's head and was now squatting next to it. "Give the lady 
something to suck!" A few seconds later Corporal Igbokwe's own stiff 
armored column invaded Superman's mouth. When Superman's ultra 
sensitive taste buds flashed the "cock in mouth" signal to his cum-
addicted pleasure centers, the Man of Steel began to nurse and slobber 
on Corporal Igbokwe's babymaker. Superman simply had no alternative. It 
was as if Luthor had successfully placed a collaborator in the very 
command center of Superman's defenses. No matter how loathsome and vile 
Superman's heterosexual psyche knew cocksucking was, once a dick was 
shoved into Superman's mouth all his defenses collapsed --- he had to 
suck it until ejaculation. He had no other choice.

General Azikiwe could not contain his joy as he watched his soldiers 
debase and defile the superhero who had given him so much grief. The 
sight of the naked Man of Steel, on his back, sucking frantically on a 
dick, with his legs spread aloft, while Captain Iwenofu fucked 
Superman's ass pussy like he fucked a Lagos street whore, was worth 
every dollar he had paid Luthor, Azikiwe concluded as he watched the 
continuing gang rape of Superman. Of course he had paid Luthor $350,000 
for a blow job by the Man of Steel. His gang rape and ass fucking of 
the vanquished Kryptonian hunk was a gross violation of his deal with 
Luthor, but at this point he just didn't care. He would wire Luthor an 
additional million and a half dollars, thought Azikiwe. That should 
compensate him for any damage to his whore.

It wasn't too long before Captain Iwenofu's body began to buck and 
shake as his manmeat began to spew its large load of sperm loaded cum 
deep into the bowls of the buttfucked Man of Steel. The dismay of 
seeing the now familiar spasms of a rutting male ejaculating was 
compounded ten-fold as Superman felt the soldier's man juice fire deep 
inside of his violated and plundered ass.

The deep shame and hopelessness Superman felt was jarringly replaced by 
delight as his Kryptonian taste buds were suddenly inundated by a flood 
of rich, gooey semen from Corporal Igbokwe's cum firing penis. General 
Azikiwe could only look on in continued amazement as he watched the 
dick bayoneted Superhero enthusiastically guzzle down Igbokwe's load.

And so the gangbang continued for the next hour as Sergeant Matazu, 
Lieutenant Shobanjo, and Corporal Olowu got their chance to pillage and 
plunder the body of their conquered foe. Sergeant Matazu and Corporal 
Olowu demanded head. Matazu sat on Superman's mighty chest while 
Superman blew him. "I like looking cocksuckers right in the eye while 
they blow me" Matazu told the General. "It let's them know who's in 
charge."

Corporal Olowu took the classic approach -- the alabaster Man of Steel, 
on his knees groveling, his strong, handsome white face pierced by a 
rigid, black Nigerian fuckstick jutting majestically from the dark, 
thick, pubes of a victorious warrior. The scene was a metaphor for 
Luthor's victory over Superman --- a vanquished, conquered, subjugated 
heterosexual supermale being used as a sexual plaything for the 
amusement and gratification of a dominant male. The sight drew tears of 
joy from the General.

After watching Olowu dump his fuckjuice into Superman's mouth, Lt. 
Shobanjo decided to emulate Captain Iwenofu and take the Man of Steel's 
ass. He use a slightly different approach, ordering Superman to stand 
on his left leg on the side of the bed while supporting himself bent 
over with his right foot placed on the edge of the bed. This allowed 
Shobanjo to pound his dick in and out of Superman's manpussy while the 
hapless Kryptonian stud jerked off in cadence with Shobanjo's fucking. 
It was only after the Man of Steel gave up his second load of mancum 
that Lieutenant Shobanjo let loose and jettisoned the night's third 
load of cum into the bunghole of Luthor's new whore.

As Superman felt Shobanjo's dick finally withdraw from his cock ravaged 
ass, he thought that his night of horror was finally at an end. That 
was until he heard the voice of General Azikiwe say, "Wait up men. We 
have one more task!"

Azikiwe's men were startled to see their 45 year old commander strip 
off his uniform, climb onto the bed, and lay down. "Lieutenant Bombata! 
Front and center!" barked the muscular General. "Dip your fingers into 
the last load of cum that the whore spilled on the bed. Now, take the 
cum and smear it on my asshole. Don't ask any questions, just do it. 
Make sure that you get some of it inside my ass too. Don't worry about 
it, I am ordering you to do it. Good," said Azikiwe as he felt the 
finger of his surprised Lieutenant enter his never before penetrated 
ass.

"Now, get that flying bitch over here and stick her face right in 
between the crack. Hurry! I don't want to change my mind! Excellent job 
Bombata," exclaimed Azikiwe as he felt Superman's nose and lips make 
contact with his semen slicked sphincter. "Eat me you fucking faggot!" 
shouted Azikiwe at the ass engulfed Man of Steel.

The instant revulsion that swept over Superman when his face was wedged 
into Azikiwe's butt was immediately overridden by the irresistible need 
to swallow the cum, Superman's own semen, detected by Superman 
traitorous pleasure center. His body's betrayal was complete when 
Superman's tongue emerged from his mouth and began to perform anilingus 
on his detested enemy.

It was as if his mouth and tongue had taken on a life of their own. 
Superman found himself voluntarily burying his face deeper in between 
the hair covered ass cheeks of Luthor's associate in international 
crime. Superman's powerful tongue frantically sought out and lapped 
every trace of semen it could find. To the utter amazement of the 
General's men, Superman carefully and lovingly parted General Azikiwe's 
ass cheeks and fed hungrily on the butthole of their leader. The cum 
seeking tongue of the Kryptonian hunk relentlessly ate Superman's own 
cum from Azikiwe ass, and plunged past the General's sphincter barrier 
to find the semen that had been deposited there by Lieutenant Bombata's 
finger.

The extraordinary pleasure Azikiwe felt when Superman's tongue entered 
his ass, increased further when the right hand of the ass eating 
Kryptonian stud reached under the General and began to stroke his 
dangling phallus. The General's penis quickly hardened, which only 
served to further stimulate the cum addicted Man of Steel as he tongued 
away nestled in between the cheeks of the General's dark ass. Superman 
continuing to eat ass and masturbate his Nigerian enemy until the 
nearly ejaculating General could hold back no longer. Swiftly flipping 
his body over and on the verge of orgasm, the 45 year old soldier 
pulled his well eaten bunghole away from the Man of Steel's lapping 
tongue, and replaced it with his full masted, Nigerian cockmeat. 
Superman immediate impaled himself on the General's penis and was 
instantly rewarded with a thick load of semen as the over stimulated 
officer lost control.

Shouts of approval and hoots of derision poured out of the nine 
Nigerian soldiers as they watched Superman shamelessly and voraciously 
devour their commander's cumwad. This was male bonding at its finest. 
And while the soldiers looked on in pride and amusement, their smug 
commander just lay quietly on his back for the next five minutes calmly 
watching the defiled Man of Steel quietly nurse on his softening penis.

"Okay, faggot, that's enough for you tonight," said the smirking 
General as he finally eased his thoroughly cleaned dick from Superman's 
mouth. "Luthor was right! You are one hot cocksucker," continued 
Azikiwe as he got off of the bed. "And a good fuck too!" he laughed as 
he patted Superman's left ass cheek. "Okay men, let's have a drink. 
It's time we returned this whore to Lex."