Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2014 21:11:52 +1100
From: Henry Dee <hennnery53@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Seven BDSM NIghts of Superman, Chapter6 (part 2)

Disclaimer:

I do not own Superman or related characters and am not making a profit from
this story. The characters are owned by DC Comics.

CHAPTER 6: The Sixth Night (part 2)

As they entered the reception room they were greeted by applause and hoots
of laughter from the assembled guests, men in tuxedoes and women in elegant
cocktail dresses, the lords and ladies of world of crime, astonished and
delighted at the pathetic sight of their great foe reduced to a travesty, a
thing of ridicule and contempt. As Luthor led him around the room, the
leash pulling hard on the distended frenulum, they derided him, spat on
him, threw their drinks in his face, slapped his ass, called him "fag",
"asshole", and "slut". The laughter was almost unbearable.

After a full circuit of the room, Luthor offered the leash to others. The
first to take it was Jimmy Oliverio, whose secret, illegal casinos Superman
had busted just three years earlier.

"Ok you bitch, now it's time for a little fun!"

Jimmy grabbed the end of the leash and began to run around the perimeter of
the room, the gleeful guests parting for him as he ran as hard as his short
fat frame would allow him. Slow as Jimmy was, there was no way Superman
could match his pace. The leash strained at his cock as he desperately
tried to keep up with his bowlegged shuffling waddle. Tears of laughter ran
down the cheeks of the criminals as they watched Superman's distraught
attempts to run and heard his tormented howls. Camera phones were
everywhere in evidence as the unbelievable antics were recorded for later
viewing by gangs around the world.

Puffing and sweating an elated Jimmy handed the leash over to another of
the guests, a tall, dark-haired woman with lined face and a fierce
demeanour. Iris McVicar, the Irish assassin whose nest of murderers had
been broken and imprisoned by Superman in the same year that Jimmy's
casinos had been busted.

"Well you fucking pathetic excuse for a man, it's time for you to dance to
my tune." And she gave the leash hard tug. Superman yelped in pain and gave
a small jump in the direction of the leash, then groaned out loud as he
inadvertently pulled against the rings in his ball-sack and nipples.  Iris
backed away, and gave the leash another hard yank, and again Superman was
forced to leap as best he could. Around the room she went, backing away and
jerking on the leash. Superman struggled for breath, drool flowed around
the ball-gag and he gasped and moaned. Iris' cruel game was worsened by the
continued laughter, slapping, spitting and kicking as he passed the other
guests. Eventually Luthor took the leash again and led Superman to the
centre of the room. He unhooked the leash from the frenulum and removed the
ball-gag.

"Th..thank.. you.. " breathed Superman.

"Haha. Don't thank me too soon fool. The night is still young!" Superman
looked up into Luthor's grinning face, then felt an almost unbearable
biting sting on his bare ass. Again it made him leap involuntarily and
again he felt the sharp pull on his nipples and scrotum. He turned and saw
one of Luthor's wrestlers standing behind him holding a long slender cane,
flicking it in the air in front of him.

Again without warning he felt a second sharp sting on his ass, making him
leap a yelp again. He turned and saw the other wrestler thug, grinning and
also holding a cane but no sooner had he eyed the burly hood than he felt
the cane of the first thug sting him yet again. Desperately he tried to
back away from the two laughing, cane-wielding men, his bow-legged stooped
posture and naked hairless form a ridiculous sight.

"Go get him boys!" came a call from one of the ogling guests.

"Love the floor-show, Luthor!" called another, and hoots of laughter ran
around the room as the defenceless, powerless superhero tried desperately
to evade his pursuers. With his hands held close by his neck he could not
fend off the canes, which were being directed at his great muscular
butt-cheeks with short underarm wrist-snaps rather than full blows giving
the effect of whip-cracks and leaving fierce bright red patches whenever
they landed. His bent-over position made it impossible for him to pull his
ass out of the way and all he could do was shuffle and waddle around the
room, trying to keep his rear end away from his tormentors but without
success as the two of them moved quickly to keep either side of him. The
sting of the canes was like nothing he had ever felt before and before long
he was screaming and begging for them to stop. Why oh why had he been so
foolish as to turn on the EM machine? If only he had his powers!

Suddenly he was face down on the floor, tripped by one of the guffawing
spectators, the throbbing on his ass now matched by a sharp pain in his
nose. For the first time in his life he felt the warm wet flow of a
bleeding nose and tasted the metallic sweetness of blood on his
lips. Unable to stand as the canes continued to snap at him, he wriggled
and crawled through the delighted guests, curling up in foetal position in
the corner, whimpering and sobbing.

"Stop, stop, stop. Please stop. Please, please..."

Luthor's face was again close to his.

"You want it to stop?"

"Yes, yes, please..."

"They will stop on one condition."

"What? Yes, anything."

"You have to beg me to fuck you."

Superman's jaw dropped and he stared in horror at Luthor. He had been
violated by fingers, tongues and objects but he had never been penetrated
by another man's cock. Now he was faced with the alternatives of unbearable
beating or surrendering his anal virginity to his most hated enemy.

"No... please no..."

"All right then. Have it your way."

Luthor moved away and the two thugs stood over the curled up quivering
form. Now they gave full vent to their hatred and cane blows rained down on
ass, legs, arms, torso and genitals. His screaming reached crescendo.

"Ahhh. No. No. Stop. I'll do anything. Please, stop!"

Luthor's face again drew close to his as the assailants backed away.

"Do you want to ask me something, Superman?"

"Yes." he whispered between sobs.

"What?"

"Fuck me."

"Ask nicely."

"Fuck me please. Please."

"And how do you want me to fuck you?"

"Any way you want. Deep and hard. Just fuck me.  Please."

"Your wish is my command! Okay guys, let's do this pathetic creep like the
whore that it is!"

Superman was dragged to his feet and taken to the centre of the room where
a large heavy table was now waiting. The chains were removed from his body
and his ankles were spread wide and attached to two of the table legs. His
body was stretched full length over the table top and his arms extended
forward as far as they could go, and tied at the far end. The spreading of
his legs had exposed his hairless hole and the only movement possible for
him was to be able to lift his bald and bloodied head slightly up and from
side to side. He could see his leering, laughing audience gathering close
around him. A large mirror was placed in front of him so that he could see
the triumphant Luthor standing behind him staring at his exposed ass. He
closed his eyes in the anguish of defeat and dropped his head onto the
table.  He could feel a tickling sensation in his rosebud.

"Is this where you want it?" he heard Luthor's voice ask.

"Yes." he whispered in reply.

"Hmmm. We'll need some lube first."

He felt a hand on his cock and opened his eyes. In the mirror he could see
that Luthor was now kneeling behind him. He could feel the criminal's hands
massaging his balls and stroking his cock. Luthor was milking him in front
of the crowd; his own cum would be the lube for his deflowering.  He tried
to relax and give himself over to the sensations emanating from his
crotch. The humiliation of being bound and milked was far preferable to the
agony of the cane and he did not want to do anything to anger Luthor and
risk further beating. He let his hips move with the strokes as best he
could despite his immobility.

"Good boy," cooed Luthor, "That's right, work with me. Let's empty these
beautiful balls."

He felt himself hardening, and the growing sense of impending orgasm, then
almost without warning the sudden explosion of release and he groaned out
loud, half in ecstasy, half in defeat, as his cum flew from his spasming
cock, splattering across the floor and filling Luthor's waiting hand.

The spellbound crowd hooted their approval with many jockeying for position
to get the best angle for their cameras. Superman felt Luthor's hand move
to his gaping hole and begin to work the hot cum in, probing with his
fingers, but the other hand remained on the still engorged cock and
continued the steady milking. Superman strained to move his now
ultra-sensitive cock from the grasp but his firm bondage to the table
allowed only a small amount of movement.

"Oh noooo...." he moaned as he felt a second round of arousal and again the
undeniable urge of impending orgasm. His breathing grew more rapid and his
moans louder as the criminal's hand caressed and worked the now fully erect
cock, pumping faster and faster as the thrusting hips and pulsing veins
announced a second cumming, then...

"Ahhhhhh!!!!" Superman's naked bald body flushed bright red as cum erupted
again from the magnificent cock. The second load gushed almost as fully as
the first and again Luthor caught a good handful of the hot goo. Yet still
he did not release the reddened throbbing organ, but rubbed the Kryptonian
semen into its owners ass while continuing to pull with an even tighter
grip.

This third milking was rougher and more savage than either of the first
two. Having almost emptied his victim's balls, Luthor now took the
opportunity to make arousal and release as painful and violent as he
could. The audience looked on in amazement, mouths agape, as the master
criminal jerked away on their nemesis like a child punishing a toy. It
seemed that if he pulled any harder or faster the now purple dong would
come right away from the suffering man's body. Superman's mouth and eyes
stretched wide in agony and desperation.

"No... no... noooo...!" he cried then gave an almost shrill final
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!" as once again white drops flew from him, a tiny amount,
and yet Luthor kept pumping, pumping until no further drops would come and
the cries and groans subsided into soft sobbing.

Finally Luthor released the raw, aching cock, and slowly unbuttoned his
shirt. Smiling broadly he undid his belt, unzipped his fly and let his
pants fall to the floor. He was already hard, fully aroused by the
preceding play and ready to deliver the final humiliation.

"Now bitch, time to open wide for Daddy. Now beg me again to fuck you."

Exhausted, Superman did not reply but sobbed quietly into the table.

"No? Maybe you need a reminder!" And he grabbed a cane from a nearby thug
and raised it high. One! Two! The cane came savagely down diagonally across
the beautiful ass, first from the right, then the left, leaving a long red
x-shaped welt centred on his cum-filled hole. The bald tear-streaked head
lifted high and a huge scream filled the room.

"Now what do you want, scumbag? More of that?

"No! No! Fuck me. Please fuck me!"

"How"

"However you want! Deep and hard! Please, please, no more cane!"

"That's better, fag. Now open wide."

Superman pushed out his hole as far as he could and felt the probing end of
Luthor's engorged uncut organ push in hard past the sphincter in one
thrust. He had been entered by fingers and objects and for a moment it
seemed that the criminal's cock was easy in comparison. Luthor started slow
and deep, then increased the tempo, pounding the ass hard each time. As the
pace grew more rapid he leaned forward and grabbed the prone man's ears
like reins and pulled the bald head back hard towards him. Superman's back
arched high to ease the strain on his ears and neck but Luthor pulled even
harder as the pounding grew even faster and harder. Then with a few slow,
violent jerks and thrusts he shouted out loud

"YES!!!!! I've fucked the bitch! Take my cum in your pathetic ass,
superfag!" And the assembled criminal company gave a huge cheer and loud
round of applause. He released his grip and stepped back, his cock dripping
cum as it left Superman's ass.

"Thanks god," thought Superman as the tension drained from him and his body
relaxed against the table.

"Now, who's next?" asked Luthor, and horror filled Superman's mind. It was
not over. He would be bound and held in place until every criminal in the
room had had their way with him! A low whimper escaped him and subsided
into soft weeping.

The next few hours were a nightmare of abuse. Thrusting, pounding fucking
from crook after crook, each taking pleasure in reminding their hapless
victim of how he had damaged them and their criminal activities, and what
pleasure they would take in their revenge. Women with massive strap-ons and
broom-handles capped with rubber didoes joined in penetrating the gaping,
ravaged hole. Twins and couples spit-roasted him, fucking ass and mouth
simultaneously, then swapping places and calling out, "How does your ass
taste, Superman?" Cat-calls, laughter and a tirade of mockery filled the
air, and every violator posed for humiliating, explicit photographs.

Dazed and half-conscious Superman felt large strong hands lift his head.

"Do you remember me?" Struggling to focus, an enormous head loomed close to
his own. "Wolfgang the Enforcer is my name."

Vaguely Superman remembered Luthor's most powerful underling, a human hulk
nearly eight feet tall, six feet across the shoulders with hands twice the
size of a normal man's.

"You busted me robbing a bank a year ago, left me dangling from the ceiling
trussed up in duct-tape for the police. Sent me to rot in prison for life
until Mr Luthor broke me out last week. Now it's my turn to be boss!"

The huge criminal moved out of Supeman's vision and placed himself behind
the bound man, between his legs, and Supermans steeled himself for what he
imagined would be a huge phallus. But Wolfgang did not remove his
pants. Instead he began to work the hole with his huge fingers, first one
then two, thrusting and kneading in and out, then three, then four, until
all the digits of his right hand were fucking the bruised swollen ass.

'More, more. Give him more." he heard Luthor urge, and suddenly it was as
if his ass exploded. Wolfgang had placed his whole right fist into Superman
and was fisting him, ramming him piston like with long slow thrusts. Now he
felt as if he was being split in two but it grew worse. Not only the hand
but now the whole forearm was plunging in and out of the pain-wracked rear
end of Superman, now almost delirious with trauma.

"More, more. Give him everything!"

Suddenly the bonds were being released and Wolfgang's left arm grabbed him
around the middle, his right arm now fully within the battered ass. With
enormous strength he hoisted the screaming Kryptonian high overhead so that
he balanced high in the air, impaled on the arm, dancing like a demented
marionette. Around the room Wolfgang marched, with Superman pinned on his
arm, a blubbering trophy in a universe of pain.

"Finish it!" commanded Luthor and, with the whole crowd following behind
chanting "Finish it! Finish it!" Wolfgang strode out of the room.

As the procession passed through the cinema, the wrestler thugs grabbed the
EM machine and, holding it high, led Wolfgang and the crazed procession
towards the hall. By now the semiconscious Superman was gurgling and
gyrating, a naked insane doll on the arm of his conqueror. The mass of
criminals mad their way into the hall, and watched as the wrestlers and
Wolfgang continued onto the balcony.

"Get rid of that thing!" shouted Luthor, and the EM went sailing out into
the darkness, the clatter of metal on rocks echoing up from the canyon
beneath.

"And that thing too!!" Luthor hissed and the entire company went quiet as
Wolfgang extended his arm out over the massive drop. Superman was now
almost completely silent and deathly still. With a huge bellow and an
overarm pitching motion, Wolfgang sent the battered, naked figure flying
off his arm, into the yawning blackness. From far below there was the
clatter and crunch of flesh and bone on rock, then nothing.

"Luthor!" someone shouted, then the hall was filled with shouts and chants
of "LUTHOR! LUTHOR! LUTHOR!" They crowded around him, shaking his hand and
patting him firmly on his back.

The triumphant criminal smiled and bathed in the adulation.

"My friends," he called, "I thank you for your loyalty and your attendance
here tonight! Now I think the celebrations can really begin!"

And laughing and chanting, they made their way back to the party.