Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2016 15:08:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: Marshall Mann <marshall_mann@yahoo.com>
Subject: Superman Shaved and Enslaved

Superman Shaved and Enslaved

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Superman could barely contain his contempt for Luthor in his sneer. As
strong as this titanium cable binding his wrists and ankles might be for
common Earthly uses, it was as worthless against Superman's super-strength
as cotton thread, and as for the large ring-shaped metal frame the cable
was bound to, the Man of Steel could rip that apart with ease if he
wanted. The threat to Lois was the same whether Superman was bound or
not. Why did Luthor require him spread-eagled like this? The answer was
obvious - Luthor was determined to do anything he could to put Superman in
a humiliating position. His ego demanded it. Or maybe he was videotaping
this to post to the Internet. Well, let him play his little games, Superman
thought; the second Lois is free I'm going to deal with Luthor as I should
have done long ago - by imprisoning him in the Phantom Zone...

"And now," Luthor said with a sly grin, "it's time for show and tell." The
bald supervillain walked over to a stainless steel cabinet and pressed an
unseen button. A panel slid open and a tray slid out containing what looked
like a cross between a straight razor and a surgical blade. It was about
eight inches long, slightly curved, and colored like bluish stainless
steel. Yuri Ramokov, Luthor's Russian mob henchman, looked at it and then
looked at Luthor questioningly. Even Luthor's trusted bodyguard wasn't
aware of this little surprise. "Pretty, isn't it? It's probably the rarest
prize in the world right now - made even more so by the United Nations'
misguided but unfortunately successful program to rid the known universe of
Kryptonite. It is the last remaining remnant of Kryptonian mineral matter."

Luthor loved the puzzled, maybe slightly worried look on Superman's face.

"No," Luthor answered, before Superman could utter a word, "it is NOT some
new form of kryptonite. Which is a shame. Hence my regrettable need to bind
Ms. Lane's fate so tightly with yours." He glanced apologetically up at the
image of the bound and gagged Lois on the closed circuit television screen
on the wall, showing a naked Lois trapped by Luthor in an undisclosed
location. But despite her fear at having twin lasers attached to her
temples and a laser dildo inserted in her vagina, the tough but beautiful
newswoman scowled at Luthor until he turned away smirking. "No," Luthor
continued, "it's not kryptonite. It is the only known remnant of the
spaceship that carried you to Earth, Superman."

Superman looked shocked.

"H-how? Where?" stammered the Man of Steel.

"That's my little secret, but as far as anyone knows this is all that
remains of your family's spaceship. No one knows what became of the rest of
the ship. I suppose it mostly disintegrated in Earth's atmosphere, held
together only long enough to deliver you to Earth, completely dissolving on
impact. This metal is NOT entirely immune to extreme heat, as you are - a
fact that worked decidedly in my favor, as I was able to shape it just
perfectly for the task I have in mind. I am willing to wager that it IS,
however, more than a match for you in indestructible hardness. As I am
about to demonstrate. Yuri?"

"Yes, master," Yuri replied, and following Luthor's cue he lifted
Superman's right shirt sleeve up above and away from his wrist.

"Okay, Superman," Luthor sneered, "I've shown you mine. Now it's time for
you to show me yours!" As he said this he ran the kryptonian blade along
the top of Superman's shirt sleeve as Yuri pulled the skintight material
away from Superman's body, slicing the sleeve up to the neck, at which
point it fell limp below Superman's armpit, baring Superman's bound right
arm, revealed in all its hairy muscular glory.

Superman glared at Luthor with a feeling of anger tinged with a slight fear
- anger for Luthor harming his prized Kryptonian uniform, fear because he
realized that if the blade could so easily slice his indestructible uniform
it might even be able to slice his only slightly more indestructible skin.

Smiling broadly and brandishing the blade with a swaggering flourish,
Luthor minced over to Superman's left arm and with Yuri's help sliced the
other sleeve so that it, too, flopped to Superman's side. The Man of
Steel's hairy, wiry-muscled collarbone and upper chest were exposed and his
cape flopped down his back.

"And now if you'll be so kind, Yuri, Supeman wants to show us even more of
"his". Some of it anyway." Together Luthor and his henchman, Luthor in
front, Yuri in back, peeled Superman's skintight shirt down over his
chiseled pecs, over his deeply defined eight pack abs, and off his muscular
torso, letting the broadchested shirt slip over his slim waist and narrow
hips down to his ankles.

Carefully cutting the shirt free from the Man of Steel's bound ankles, Yuri
tossed the shirt and cape to Luthor, who placed them gingerly on the large
stainless steel table behind him.

Superman stood there stripped to the waist, his rock-hard yet sensitive
nipples erect from the rough treatment they had received from the uniform's
superfabric as Luthor and Yuri had pulled the shirt off over them. Yuri was
surprised to see that the Man of Steel looked like a real man with his
shirt off, albeit a really muscular, athletic one. He'd expected the Man of
Steel to look like a bodybuilder, a prancing poser like a Hollywood action
star, with ridiculously bloated, useless muscles, almost feminine in their
narcissistic vulgarity, and completely hairless as a little girl's
butt. Instead Superman had the lean, corded, sculpted muscularity of an
athlete or a working man, and his chest, stomach, and arms were covered
with a pelt of thick dark hair - like a real man, the former Russian
mobster thought.

Almost as if he were reading the Russian thug's mind, Luthor walked up to
the stock-still Man of Steel and put his hands on the luxuriant mat of hair
on the superhero's chest, each palm cupping a chiseled pec. Luthor ran his
hands through Superman's abundant manfur, stroking it, tugging it, twisting
it around Superman's large nipples. Luthor seemed to be enjoying this a
great deal, Yuri thought while chuckling to himself, but didn't dare to say
so. Luthor took himself really seriously. Superman turned his face away in
disgust, embarrassment, and humiliation.

"Yessss," Luthor slurped and drawled, as if speaking and salivating at the
same time, "I was trying to figure out how to subdue Superman ever since
those imbeciles at the United Nations, with the help of the American
military, collected and destroyed every last known piece of kryptonite. So
I began reviewing what I knew about how Superman converts solar energy into
superpower and realized I knew nothing of it - nor did anyone, including
Superman himself. Many of my theories for his solar power conversion turned
out to be invalid. For example, my instruments proved to me that he didn't
convert solar energy through his skin cells. It was a mystery to me. Then
one day when I was reading the Daily Planet and looking lovingly at those
glorious photos of Superman after his battle with Doomsday - you know, when
Superpussy here is lying there beaten to a pulp and we all thought he was
truly done for at last? You may recall that in that battle much of
Superman's uniform was shredded and I noticed something I hadn't noticed
before - how very hairy his chest and arms and thighs are. And then it hit
me - that maybe Superman absorbs and converts solar energy through his body
hair! Again I tested, unknown to him, at long distance with our instruments
but this time the results were positive."

"So..." Yuri seemed to be slowly processing this information and seemed
about to draw a conclusion from it when Luthor finished the thought for
him, "So we give Big Blue here a total body shave and he'll be as weak as -
maybe weaker than - an ordinary man!" Luthor laughed lustily.

Yuri yukked it up with the boss while Superman glared down at the
megalomaniac Luthor with disgust. How pathetically desperate the man was,
to resort to this kind of quackery. When he got Lois free...

"Okay then," Luthor said, "let's finish undressing Supercunt here, then,
shall we?" Superman's contempt turned to outrage at the brazenness of this
madman, but Luthor just gleefully reached for Superman's gold belt and
removed it. Then he slowly pulled Superman's red shorts and blue tights
down. Superman's dense pubic forest emerged.

"Wow, boss, that is thick bush there. His cock get lost in it." Yuri
chuckled.

But as Luthor continued to pull Superman's bikini shorts down, this turned
out definitely not to be the case. The root of Superman's cock emerged, and
it was as thick around as a salami. Luthor continued pulling the red shorts
down but seemingly couldn't reach the end. Finally after about 7 inches of
flaccid cock, the uncut head, visible through the foreskin and almost 3
inches long by itself, popped out. Luthor stood back to survey Superman's
supermeat. Not only was the Man of Steel's dick a foot long soft, but his
ballsac hung down almost as low as his cock and his balls were the size of
lemons. Luthor continued to pull Superman's shorts and tights down over his
boots, exposing his muscular thighs, knees, and part of his calves.

Luthor whistled in admiration. "I've always wondered why Blueballs here
wore his jockey shorts outside his tights. Now we know. That little red
scrap of Kryptonian lycra is a super jock holding Bigboy's cock and nuts in
place, and tightly, keeping him from looking like a freak. I mean, we've
all seen that fat bulge and speculated about it, but this is unbelievable!"
Luthor grabbed the huge penis and twisted with all his might but it might
as well have been a steel cable. He instructed Yuri to take a steel pipe to
the Man of Steel's privates, which only resulted in a seriously bent pipe.

"Well, that settles that question - whether Superman's genitals are an
Achilles' heel. Maybe in comparison to the rest of him..."

Superman scowled furiously at the archvillain and his idiot henchman, but
said nothing. The Man of Steel was stoic to a fault.

Having amused himself with Superman's genitalia, Luthor's gaze drifted down
to the hero's muscular thighs and noted appreciatively that they too were
covered with thick dark fur. He walked around behind Superman and
investigated his muscular round ass, hairy and firm. He kneaded the dimpled
ass orbs, imagining what it would like to spank these perfect buttcheeks,
then tried to spread them for a peek at Superman's manpussy, but a crowbarr
couldn't have parted those buttcheeks without Supersman relaxing
them. Instead Luthor had to satisfy himself with stroking the hair on
Superman's furry ass, cupping each cheek as he had cupped the Man of
Steel's supertits. Yes, he told himself, if he was correct then the amount
and density of Superman's manfur would mean that he would be all the weaker
when it was removed. If Luthor was correct, then Kryptonians were truly
more manly and powerful the hairier they were, something that was merely
mythical with regard to Earthmen. His hairiness might explain why he
usually bested other Kryptonians, and why he was so much more powerful than
his cousin Supergirl, who had only a tenth of the Man of Steel's power,
nothing like the ratio of male to female strength among Earthlings. He
walked around in front of Superman again, enjoying the sight of the Man of
Steel bare-torsoed, his trousers yanked down below his knees, helpless and
ridiculous.

"Boss, how we get his boots and girly tights off?" Yuri looked puzzled.

Luthor just smirked and, with the touch of a button on a remote, caused the
O-frame to swivel on its supports and the cables binding Superman's ankles
to be elevated until he was suspended on his back in mid-air. "Lois isn't
in any danger so long as you're in contact with the cables, Superman - in
case you're wondering if the cable tension might cause the lasers to fire."
Superman grimaced and said nothing. Luthor and Yuri, laughing, each yanked
off a boot through the strap holding him and then peeled Superman's tights
and superjock off his furry legs. When they finished, Luthor signaled the
frame to swivel back down, standing the now completely naked Man of Steel
up again.

"We've seen that my Kryptonian blade has no trouble whatever slicing
Kryptonian fabric," Luthor said, "so now let's see if it has trouble with a
Kryptonian man. As you know, Superman is almost completely invulnerable -
even his little body hairs. But this blade should be able to give Supes at
least one clean body shave. In the future, he'll be as vulnerable as any
mere man, and I can have him shaved him at my leisure - and when I get
bored with that, there's always waxing, which I hear is especially painful
and humiliating! Ha ha ha."

"So you're gonna have to shave his head, too, Boss - right? Kind of a nice
revenge, since he was the one that made you bald in the first place."

"Well, I don't really need to do that, and I'd prefer not to - baldness is
my trademark, not his! You see, as with humans, Kryptonians, especially
male Kryptonians, have two types of body hair. The hair on their heads and
their equivalent of human vellus hair – the hair they have as children –
does not have the solar energy properties that their equivalent of our
androgenic hair has. Androgenic hair is the hair that both men and women
get when they enter puberty, but of course men, with more androgen, develop
thicker body hair and in more places. So no need to remove his head hair,
or his eyebrows or lashes, which he's had since boyhood. But the rest of it
is coming off!"

"The hair on Superman's body transmits energy to those muscles closest to
them. In addition, the more his body hair is related to his maturity, to
his manhood, the greater a source of power it is to him. The Kryptonian
equivalent to androgen that produces these hairs make these the greatest
energy transformers, the way sex hormones create more powerful muscle
tissue in the human male as he ages into manhood. So his chest and arm
hair, obtained only when he was a fully matured man, yields the greatest
power to him; his facial hair, the next greatest amount; his armpit, leg,
and pubic hair the next, and his eyebrows and the hair on his head, which
he's had since birth, none at all. We won't need to touch a hair on his
scalp, but we will need to make sure to shave his five o'clock shadow
carefully, as his beard is where I calculate he gets his supervision, heat
vision, and superhearing from."

Superman smirked. Luthor had had some crackpot ideas before, but this one
was the most ridiculous. He wondered, not for the first time, if Luthor was
a closeted or latent homosexual with a lust/hate fixation on
Superman. Maybe he had concocted this crazy scheme just so that he could
perform this deviant S/M ritual on the Man of Steel. And yet, Superman
realized, he didn't develop his superpowers until he hit puberty. But he
was certain there were other factors involved than Luthor's ridiculous body
hair theory.

Luthor was happy not to have to shave Superman bald for reasons other than
he'd stated, however. For all that he hated Superman, part of him hated
more the thought of upsetting the gorgeous balance of his face - surely, he
thought, one of the most handsome faces he'd ever seen, a perfect specimen
of male handsomeness the way Wonder Woman was of female beauty. His dark
slightly wavy hair, thin at the temples; his lean, narrow, chiseled
features; sharp cheekbones; straight well-proportioned nose; gorgeous
bow-shaped lips, neither too full nor too thin, their rosy brown color
contrasting beautifully with his swarthy skin and heavy beard; the cleft in
his squarish chin so deep it looked chiseled; and finallly his steel-blue
eyes. Gazing at the Man of Steel, Luthor wondered if his hatred was mixed
with a kind of lust, whether sexual lust or just greed he couldn't really
say to himself. He realized that he didn't really want to destroy Superman
outright but to possess him, dominate him, own him, humiliate him, enslave
him. Destroy his will, his ego, his manhood by making it subservient to his
own and in that way become his superior. To his surprise, Luthor could feel
his penis swelling, which instilled deep in his consciousness the seeds of
another, related, revelation, one that he had blocked for so long. Luthor
realized that he was gay for Superman in a big way. He chuckled to himself
at the irony that he had a crush on Superman, the man he hated more than
anyone in the world.

A sudden awareness of how close he was to achieving his goal of possessing
Superman snapped Luthor out of his meditation. "Ahem," he continued, "So by
my calculations, shaving his furry torso alone will reduce his power by
over half! So that's where we'll start." Luthor placed the Kryptonian blade
at the base of Superman's neck and with a long expert stroke - he'd been
training for the past year with professional barbers for this, taking it
very seriously - he'd shaved a swath down the middle of Superman's right
pectoral muscle. Superman experienced a slight light-headedness, and
immediately felt noticeably weaker. Could Luthor's insane theory
be... correct? Superman had the sudden urge to rip free of his bonds, but
one look at Lois's still-terrified eyes on the monitor above convinced him
otherwise.

"Luthor, stop. You don't want to do that." Superman bellowed in his
commanding, manly deep voice, but mixed in with his usual macho confidence
Luthor detected a note of maybe not fear exactly, but uncertainty at least.

"Oh, but Superman, I can assure you that I definitely do. In fact, I don't
think I've ever wanted anything so badly." And with that Luthor shaved
another wide swath of luxuriant black chest hair from Superman's chiseled
tit muscle. Superman again felt as if a huge surge of energy had just been
sucked out of his body. "They say that your torso is your center, your
core, Superman - and I suspect this is more true of you than even for an
ordinary human. This is where you have the greatest concentration of
man-hair, it's the most mature, the thickest, and the largest single area
on your body. In fact with every swipe of my Kryptonian metal razor, I bet
you're feeling your superpower being sucked out of you, aren't you?" Luthor
chuckled, then continued to carefully trace the curvature of Superman's
right chest muscle with the razor, scraping away the thick dark fur. He
then yanked the mantit up by tugging brusquely upward on the quarter-sized
nipple, to shave away the hair growing on the curved sides and underside of
his thick pectoral muscle. Just as Luthor predicted, Superman felt weaker
with each patch of hair removed, as if he were being exposed to an
increasing flood of kryptonite radiation.

Luthor then proceeded to the left pec, again grabbing the nipple roughly to
lift the muscle up to shave under it. With relish he then attacked the deep
valley between his Kryptonian mantits, down to the sternum. "Luthor, stop,
this is ridiculous. It's not having any effect," Superman said in a voice
that belied his attempts to appear calm and reasonable. In fact Superman's
voice sounded as if he were not only losing strength, but willpower and
courage as well. "Ha ha, I don't think so, Superman. In fact, from the
slight quiver in your voice it sounds to me like my theory has been
confirmed. I know you too well for you to bluff me, Superman."

Inspired by what he perceived as the success of his experiment, Luthor
finished his work on Superman's pecs with relish, then proceeded down
across Superman's stomach, taking great care to get every last hair hiding
in the deep crevices of the superhero's octet of protruding abdominal
muscles. As he did so, Luthor could feel Superman's diamond-hard muscles
softening slightly, becoming somewhat closer to human flesh even as
Superman himself felt as if his powers had been cut in half. Luthor found
he could now actually twist Superman's nipples, and squeeze his balls.

"My research appears to have been right on target!" Luthor proclaimed
proudly. "Bring me Superpussy's gold belt." Yuri jumped up and fetched the
belt, placing it in Luthor's hands.

"Now, watch his face carefully Yuri, and tell me if you see any reaction in
his eyes, brow, mouth..." And Luthor hauled the belt back behind his head
and whipped Superman's cock and balls with it as hard as he could.

"Ha, he wince. You nail him, boss. He feel that!"

"Are you sure?" laughed Luthor. "Let's be certain, shall we? And Luthor
smashed the belt buckle against Superman's genitals again and again, then
moved on to spanking his asscheeks and upper thighs.

Shocks of raw pain ripped through Superman, and with them a chill of
fear. The Man of Steel tried to remain impassive, to show no pain, but he
groaned once when Luthor struck his testicles, and now he could feel
moisture welling in his eyes from the lashing of his bubblebutt and thighs.

"Look, boss, he crying!" Yuri laughed in astonishment. "You make Superman
cry, and he still got half his superpowers!" It was true; a single tear had
dribbled its way down Superman's face. Luthor realized it was probably an
unconscious reaction to the pain caused by his body to compensate for the
stoic hero's refusal to flinch, but he seized the opportunity to gloat.

"The mighty Superman, reduced to tears already? Wait until we've robbed him
of ALL his powers! Yes Yuri, he still has half his power, but the belt
still has all of its super indestructibility. When we're done, this uniform
will be the only super thing left of Superman, and now I own it, like I own
him! Hmmmm. This has given me an idea!"

Luthor carefully shaved Superman's right arm, which was covered with heavy
manhair on the outer arm up to the middle of the bicep. He then used the
remote control to raise the arm, revealing a deeply furred pit. Luthor
moved closer to it, running his fingers through the heavy, but soft, fur. A
musky odor, in no way foul but deeply masculine, came from it. Luthor drank
in the aroma until his head swam. He could feel his penis getting
hard. Luthor took the blade to Superman's right arm pit and in no time it
was a bare as a Playboy playmate's airbrushed butt.

Luthor and Yuri then repeated the process with the left arm and underarm,
Luthor being careful not to let Superman's studly body odor distract him
this time.

Yuri went around behind Superman. "Boss, his back should be easy. He got no
back hair, except for this bit on delts here. Then starts again just above
asscrack."

"Yes, Yuri," Luthor replied. "But let's not miss a follicle of his manly
late-maturity hair." Luthor had already started on Superman's shoulders,
and noticed some thick dark hairs on his shoulder blades as well, which he
made sure to trim.

"Now we do lower half?" Yuri asked, surprisingly gung ho with the idea of
handling Superman's supermanhood.

"No, not yet. I think by now Superman's down to about 1/3 of his full
power. I think the next thing we do is shave that five o'clock shadow."
Luthor realized, but dared not say out loud, that if Superman thought his
situation was desperate enough that the superhero might still resort to
killing him and Yuri with his heat vision and then hope for discovery by
authorities before Lois died of dehydration or starvation. It was the
remoteness of this mountain sanctuary that probably had stopped Superman
from having resorted to using his heat vision in this manner already, but
Luthor didn't want to take his chances on a Superman with dwindling
options. The fact that Superman hadn't thought to just melt the blade with
his heat vision showed that the Boy Scout chump was still concerned about
accidentally killing Luthor with the heat it would require to affect
kryptonian metal.

Luthor lowered the cables now until Superman's wrists rested at his
side. With his pecs and abs relaxed these ripped hunks of muscle protruded
from Superman's slender frame as if they had been carved by Rodin. Luthor
gazed admiringly at these protruding sculpted muscles before taking the
razor to Superman's cheeks.

"If Superman wasn't such a straight arrow," Luthor rattled on, "and let his
beard grow a little, his vision powers would probably be twice as great as
they are - and he never realized it. He might not have any vision powers at
all if his beard wasn't so heavy it seems like he has a perpetual 5 o'clock
shadow. Lucky for us he's such a cleancut little prig. I bet he even enjoys
this little body shave; he's probably ashamed of his manhood. Look at the
way he hides behind that pussy Clark Kent's identity, and he's famous for
avoiding women."

Little did Luthor know that he was partially correct. Superman wasn't
ashamed of his manhood; in fact he had been very proud of his macho
hairiness, as proud as he was of his muscled physique, his great looks, his
superpowers. And he didn't avoid women because he was a prig so much as
because sex with human women would be deadly for his partners; his only
successful sexual escapades had been with superhuman females, such as
Wonder Woman and Lady Maxima, and very careful encounters with
Lois. Although, deep down, he knew there was something else to his sexual
standoffishness that he couldn't quite identify...

But Luthor was right about the shaving; despite his concern, even fear,
about Luthor's plans for him, Superman was for some reason he couldn't
explain to himself at least partially enjoying his deforestation. Something
about it was remotely pleasurable or at least sexually titillating. He'd
even been somewhat thrilled by the pain of having his privates flogged - or
was it the humiliation of being whipped like a criminal, beaten like a
slave, spanked like a boy? The idea was repugnant to him and he put it out
of his mind. He focused instead on his immediate situation. He'd felt the
power draining out of him as Luthor had shaved his chest and knew that by
now much more than half his superpower had been stripped from him, as if
he'd been partially castrated. He was starting to have to consider the
worst case: using his heat vision or superbreath on Luthor and Yuri and
then figuring out some kind of way of alerting authorities to Lois's
plight.

Luthor was shaving Superman's face now with great care, negotiating the
sharp angles of Superman's sculpted cheekbones and jaw, and the deep cleft
in his chin. If he didn't know better, he'd have described Luthor's touch
as "loving" but he knew Luthor was incapable of love. Instead he knew
Luthor was merely taking great care not to damage his new possession, his
trophy, his toy. And there was also the aesthetic element - he seemed to
have an appreciation for Superman's male beauty that was disconcerting to
say the least. The careful way he shaved Superman's upper lip, the way he
studied Superman's deep blue eyes, his obvious appreciation of Superman's
rippling torso...

Superman decided he had to do something. He stared at Luthor and
reluctantly decided to try to use his heat vision on him. He had never done
so on a helpless human before, but now he had no choice. He would try not
to harm him too badly; maybe overheat the blade so that Luthor couldn't
touch it... He summoned his heat vision and stared at the blade,
and... nothing. He tried again, and again... nothing happened.

Luthor lowered the blade from Superman's chin, stepped back, and admired
his handiwork. "Well, that should take care of his vision powers - don't
have to worry about getting boiled alive by his heat vision. Over half
done, now, Yuri. Let's get going on the bottom half now."

Superman groaned inwardly. He had waited too long to do something. He tried
his superbreath, but though he blew some strong gusts that whipped up
papers and dust around the office, he couldn't generate the supercold he
hoped to use to freeze Luthor and Yuri in place, nor could he even knock
them off balance.

"Ha ha ha, you decided to act a little too late, you kryptonian pussy! Face
it Supes," Luthor crowed, "you're nothing but a big blowhard now! But don't
worry, I plan to let you blow us later - when I have you where you belong,
on your knees!" Luthor laughed and roughly grabbed a handful of Superman's
pubic bush. "Ha ha ha we've got you by the short and curlies, Blueballs,
literally. With your invulnerability down to elephant hide tough, I could
cut off your balls now, Supercunt. And no man, not even Superman, is gonna
sacrifice his nuts for the mere preservation of Truth, Justice, and the
American Way. Isn't that right superpussy? So stop with the Superbreath
stuff now or I might just decide to make you Supereunuch."

"Now, Yuri, it's time for Superbitch to get her legs shaved. Except for the
power this former stud gets from his bush and ass he'll be as powerless as
an ordinary man when we're done with them." Luthor set to methodically
shaving Superman's right thigh, as unhurried as if he were taking a walk in
the park. He pulled the supercock and balls out of the way roughly, and
shaved right up to where Superman's right asscheek met his right
thigh. Then he proceeded down over Superman's gorgeously shaped right calf
muscle, then finally finished with the foot and toes. He stood back and
looked at the contrast between the hairy left leg and the right one, as
smooth as a woman's. He smirked at his continued emasculation of Superman,
then languorously repeated the procedure on the left leg.

 "Ha ha, his skin feels almost like an ordinary man's now. An ordinary,
very muscular man, of course. I think shaving his asshole is going to be a
LOT of fun now!"

Luthor walked around behind Superman and studied his furry ass, which
looked ridiculous now when contrasted with his smooth thighs. Tucking the
super-razor under his arm, he grabbed the hero's asscheeks in his hands,
kneading the tough, hairy buns. Luthor had never touched another man's butt
before, but it seemed to him that these asscheeks felt the way a very
athletic man's would feel - firm, but pliable. They certainly weren't
literally buns of steel any longer. Luthor carefully shaved them, then
spread them open, something he couldn't do before. Superman's virgin
asshole was revealed. Luthor felt as turned on as if he had ever been. His
cock, which had been hard now for the past ten minutes or so, started to
leak precum. He wanted to fuck Superman, right then and there! But he put
these feelings out of his mind and instead set to work shaving the
bountiful fur from Superman's asscrack. When he was done he couldn't help
lightly grazing Superman's bunghole and saw it clench up in pitiful
self-defense. Once his mighty asscheeks could have slammed together and
crushed Luthor's hand but now all that Superman's body could do was quiver
in fear at his touch. He could feel himself about to come in his pants.

"Yuri," he announced, "I think that Superman is now only as powerful as an
ordinary man. I think we've succeeded."

"But Boss, we haven't shaved off bush yet! No telling what power he get
from that."

"Yesss," Luthor hissed in his most self-satisfied way. "No telling. But I
tell you, his flesh is as vulnerable as yours now - maybe more so, since
he's not as used to pain as you are."

"You wanna test and see, Boss?" Yuri was grinning from ear to ear.

Unable to move his bound arms into position to protect himself, Superman
was helpless as Yuri landed a punch in his sculpted abs that doubled him
over with the pain. He dangled from the O-frame, suspended by the cables
like a puppet, groaning pitifully.

"You're right, Boss! Worth risking broken hand to be first man to hurt
Superman with fist!" Yuri's smile was now a triumphant smirk too.

"Yess, stand him up again Yuri. Let's see what does happen when we give his
beaver a shave."

"You got it, Boss." The thug bent down and yanked Superman up by his
scalp. Superman groaned with the pain.

Luthor grabbed Superman by the balls and flicked them with his finger,
enough to send nauseous tremors through Superman's burning gut. "Arggghhh
nooooo" he moaned, to Luthor's amusement. "Now be still Supercunt while I
shave your pussy, or..." Luthor raised the razor like the sword of Damocles
over the super ballsac, "or I'll shave these off instead." He grabbed and
twisted Superman's huge penis, causing Superman to moan again in pain, and
added, "And I'll slice this thing off too." Superman had no choice but to
obey Luthor or become Superwoman, so he did. Luthor felt another ecstatic
rush as he realized, finally, his dream of commanding Superman.

Luthor took his time shaving Superman's crotch area, starting with the
balls, which were the most difficult and required the most care. As he did
so, he thought he noticed something strange, but put it out of his mind. As
he was shaving Superman's bush, though, it became undeniable.

"Yuri, am I going crazy or..." Luthor started.

But Yuri had noticed too. "No boss, you see right. His balls, his cock -
they shrinking!"

And they had. His balls were still larger than most men's, but they had
certainly shrunk. And his soft dick was now less than five inches long.

"Of course! Kryptonian evolution would have ensured that their sex organs
were as superpowerful as the rest of them. If you've evolved to process
solar energy for superstrength, superhearing, superspeed, then of course it
would evolve your sex organs for supersex too!"

Superman looked down pitifully at his shrunken manhood. Seeing his enormous
supercock trimmed to a mere few inches of flaccid flesh made him feel like
he had been reduced to boyhood, especially now that his manly body hair had
been removed as well. But he knew that worse was to come.

And come it did. Laughing gleefully to himself, Luthor finished completely
shaving Superman's crotch. Superman was now completely shaved, head to toe,
except for the hair on his head and his eyebrows and lashes. And his cock,
once a foot long flaccid (and unknown to Luthor but a painful memory to
Superman now, a mighty 15 inches in length when erect), was now a pitiful,
soft four inches hiding inside a drooping foreskin. His balls were merely
the size of small eggs, not potatoes. He was probably still decently hung
for an average man – no way of knowing until he was erect; his flaccid
cock was still somewhat thick and the bullet-shaped head was large - but
his genitals were a mere shadow of what they had been.

Luthor surveyed his handiwork with glee, then grabbed the remote and
pressed a button. On the monitor the red light over Lois's head went
off. "Ms. Lane is no longer in danger of a laser lobotomy – or a laser
douche." he smirked to Superman. "But I've changed my mind about letting
her go. Yuri, change the setting on the dildo-laser to `pleasure' and put
the nipple stimulators on Miss Lane. The psycho-monitors tell me she was
very turned on by seeing Superman's big cock, or maybe she's got a bit of
dominatrix in her and she enjoyed his humiliation. Let's see how she enjoys
what's next, shall we?" Yuri agreed, snickering.

"And now, release Superman's arms." At this, Yuri hesitated. He seemed wary
of letting the Man of Steel free, but seeing what Luthor had just done to
the mightiest man in the world he knew better than to question Luthor's
wisdom, so he released the once-mighty superhero's arms from the metal
cuffs that bound him.

Yuri's concern was well founded; as soon as he released Superman, the
former Man of Steel lunged for Luthor. Luthor, however, was more than
ready. A lifetime of hatred had made him long for this moment, this
opportunity. He had spent the last five years studying the martial arts
with Yuri and a Chinese master in the hope that this moment would
come. Luthor deftly sidestepped Superman, grabbed his now merely human arm,
twisted with enough force to break a smaller man's arm, and had him on his
knees in seconds. With a kick in the side and a backhand across the jaw,
Luthor had the Man of Steel sprawled on the floor. He walked over, grabbed
Superman by the hair, and smashed his fist into Superman's rippling gut,
causing the formerly impervious super hero to double over in pain.

"You're my prisoner now, Superman. My slave. I'll do with you as I
please. Yuri!"

"Yes, Boss?"

"Bring that wonderful gold super-belt over here please."

"Sure, Boss." Yuri replied, smirking at the humiliated superhero.

"Place the belt around Superpussy, below his waist but an inch or so above
his tiny little pecker. But twist it around each of his wrists at his side
as you put it on him. Then buckle it tightly. That will hold him in place
nicely."

Though Superman struggled with all the signfiicant human strength of his
still-ripped physique, Yuri eventually overpowered him, securely locking
him in the super bondage belt, but not before Superman had blackened his
eye. "I repay you, Superpunk. Yuri will own your ass," Yuri threatened

"On the contrary, Yuri," Luthor said menacingly, "his ass is MINE, Yuri -
as is yours. And - don't - you - ever - forget - it."

Yuri looked at Luthor angrily, but Luthor's imperious gaze quickly reminded
him of his place. (What he did to Superman, he can do to you much worse, he
told himself.) "Sorry, Boss," he muttered.

"Don't worry, Yuri, you'll be revenged. Big time. Now if you look in that
drawer," Luthor said, gesturing toward the cabinet he'd drawn the
Kryptonian blade from, "you'll find a 2 foot spreader bar. Please retrieve
it and attach it to Supercunt's ankles. I don' need him kicking about as I
turn him into my bitch."

"Sure Boss," Yuri said, chuckling now.

"Now then, Yuri, let's have some fun, shall we?"

"Heh heh sure, Boss!" Yuri seemed to slobber with excitement at the thought
of his Boss's revenge on Superman.

"Oh, and Yuri?"

"Yes, Boss?"

"Before you attach that spreader bar, put Supercunt's booties back on,
would you? I think that would be really kinky."

"Sure thing, Boss!" Yuri chuckled as he went about attending to Luthor's
commands. He even stole a peek at the closed circuit TV monitor where,
watching in writhing horror – or was it twisted sexual pleasure? - Lois
Lane stared wide-eyed from some far away dungeon.

"Luthor, you sick bastard! Isn't it enough that you have me for your
twisted games? Let Lois go now!" Stripped of his powers, of his uniform, of
his manhood - Superman was still barking orders in his deep manly
voice. Luthor chuckled to himself, and thought, "That's right, Superman,
keep acting like the big manly hero! It just makes your emasculation so
much more fun!"

Luthor reached down and picked up Superman's red jockey shorts,
surreptitiously sprinkled some drops from a vial onto them, then walked
over to the helpless hero. He gave Superman's chiseled cheek a slap, then
struck the other cheek, then repeated the slaps, striking with just enough
force to sting the hero and redden his taut, angular cheeks. Luthor
continued to bitch slap the bound stud until Superman's eyes seemed to
glaze over, then grabbed the hero's jaw, squeezed his mouth open, and
stuffed the superjock deep inside. "Chew on your little red panties for a
while, bitch. I'm sick of hearing from you."

Then Luthor reached for Superman's balls, carefully wrapping his thumb and
forefinger in a circle around the now hairless sac just above the
testicles. Superman stared at him, wide-eyed with rage and what seemed to
be fear, attempting to say something that was muffled by the Kryptonian
jock-gag. Luthor pulled the not-so-super testicles up and away from the
hero's bound body, causing Superman to first step up on his toes and then
to shuffle his bound feet forward as best he could with the spreader bar
attached to his ankles.

"That's it, Superman," Luthor sneered. "You have no choice but to follow me
now! Let's dance, bitch!" Luthor started slowly prancing around the room,
pulling the Kryptonian's testicles far away from his body and stretching
his nutsack as if it were made of rubber. Superman was helpless to do
anything but to hobble along ridiculously, trying to keep up, groaning in
his gag as he did so. When Luthor had had enough of this humiliating dance,
he gave Superman's balls a parting squeeze and slapped them away, causing
the hero to bend over in pain and almost sink to his knees. Luthor laughed
and looked up at Lois, who had shut her eyes and was now trying to pull
away, in vain, from the pulsing dildo now slick with pussy juice. Luthor
chuckled again. Lois seemed to be enjoying Superman's humiliation in spite
of herself. "The twisted little bitch," the villain thought, "Well, then,
I'll give her a show to really get excited about."

"You're no longer super, and now you're not even much of a man, are you,
'Superman'? I think I should just remove your balls altogether, as much
good as they seem to do you now. They'll make a nice trophy for my desk and
you won't be needing them any more." Luthor picked up the Kryptonian blade
again.

Luthor was only joking, but Superman's eyes still grew wide with fear, and
he tried to bend over protectively and back away from Luthor, but Yuri
caught him from behind and with a knee thrust into Superman's muscular ass,
forced the hero to stand upright again, as Luthor lurched toward the former
Man of Steel and placed the blade under the hero's low hanging nuts and
gently lifted them. Superman was mouthing something frantically through his
panty-gag, but Luthor ignored him. The perverted villain reached down and
squeezed the no-longer-super balls just firmly enough to cause fear but not
pain, as he lifted the knife upward menacingly. "Your manhood rests on a
knife edge, punk," Luthor sneered. Then he removed the gag from Superman's
mouth. Superman coughed, then looked down at Luthor, looking both fearful
and weary. "Beg me not to castrate you, boy!" Luthor demanded. "Beg!"

Superman tried to muster the last of his manly resolve but fear of
emasculation won out and the defeated hero muttered softly, "Please,
Luthor..."

"What did you say, boy? Speak up! Let's hear that deep, macho heroic voice
you use in making your pompous pronouncements!"

Superman cleared his throat and spoke more loudly, but there was still a
quiver of fear in his voice that made his voice sound unnaturally high, as
if he had already been partially unmanned.

"Please, Luthor..." he again said, his voice breaking a little.

"Please, what, boy? Please cut off your little balls so you can stop
pretending to be a man? Why gladly..." Luthor playfully raised the knife
underneath the former superhero's nutsac.

"No!" screamed Superman, unmanfully. If not for the deepness of his voice
he might have been mistaken for a shrieking girl.

Luthor laughed. He had never had so much fun - or felt his dick get so
hard.

"Oh, Supercunt? Then what do you want me to do?"

"P-Please spare my testicles."

"What did you say bitch? Please spear my testicles? Oh gladly!" Luthor
lightly poked at Superman's balls with the pointed end of the Krytonian
knife.

Exercising more self control than he really felt, Superman just said, "No,
no..."

"I think you mean to say, 'No, Master,' don't you bitch?"

"Yes... Master. I m-mean No, Master. No, please don't cut off my
testicles."

"Why shouldn't I? They apparently don't do you any good any more. You
shriek like a girl and you're as weak as one. And you'll never be having
sex again, if you ever did."

This last point struck Superman especially hard and caused him to redden
with embarrassment. Because of his great power, sex with Lois and other
human women had to be extremely restrained, when he had it at all. And even
sex with superwomen like Wonder Woman and Lady Maxima was only moderately
pleasurable at best, because his invulnerability made it as difficult for
him to feel pleasure as it was for him to feel pain.

"Ahhh," Luthor smirked. "I see I've touched a nerve. Superman wasn't so
super in the sack now was he? What do you have to say about that Lois?" he
asked, looking up at the camera. Lois's eyes were still glued shut and she
was pretending not to hear. "That huge equipment - and it was next to
useless because you were such a self-righteous prude. Or maybe you were
just a closet case, hmmm Superman? Maybe you just preferred getting it on
with that masked pervert Batman? You two always seemed a little too close
if you know what I mean, and Batman... the mask, the creepy voice, running
around with that twink Robin in tight shorts like that.... hmm? Maybe he
tied you up in that Batcave dungeon of his and worked you over with a
Kryptonite dildo - hmmm?"

Luthor had let the tormented testicles drop and had picked up Superman's
cock and was working the foreskin up and down. To his surprise and delight,
the no-longer-supercock was getting longer and thicker as Luthor worked on
it.

Superman again burned with shame, but he couldn't help it. He'd never
before felt the pleasurable sensations from his penis that ordinary men
did. And the images of firm, beautiful naked bodies, human and superhuman,
female and male, that came to mind as Luthor talked, didn't help. Superman
realized that he had been so repressed, so superhorny with no real release,
that although he was by nature straight, even the idea of sex with men
appealed to him now. He also realized that, like many other powerful men,
he was turned on by the idea of being dominated sexually. He tried to ban
these ideas from his mind, but he couldn't help it. Having his now-human
penis worked over, even by a man, even by a feared enemy, was too much for
the hapless hero.

"Or maybe you prefer blonds? Aquaman maybe? He certainly looks like he's
got an eel stuffed in his tights, but then Atlanteans are famously well
hung. Does the King of Atlantis make you get on your knees and service him
like a peasant? Or maybe Cyborg? I hear that part of him is still human,
and in no need of enhancement at all! Or Green Lantern? He could create all
kinds of kinky devices with that ring!"

The images of first Batman, and then Aquaman, and Cyborg, and Green Lantern
dominating him sexually caused Superman to get even more aroused. "What the
hell is wrong with me?" the former superstud worried. "I've never had a
homosexual thought in my life! Did losing my manly hair also make me sort
of gay somehow?"

"Oh lookie here," sneered Luthor. "Big macho superstraight Superman is
getting off on the idea of being the bitch of the Justice League!"

It was true. Superman was partially hard, and precum was leaking out of the
engorged head of his cock. Superman was disappointed to see that his
hardening penis was still only about six inches long and only about as
thick as a pepperoni sausage.

Luthor snickered. The potion that he'd concocted and sprinkled on
Superman's briefs before stuffing them in the erstwhile superhero's mouth
was doing what it was designed to do - humiliate the hero and make him
think he was being turned, or had always subconsciously been, gay. In fact
it was a combination of a viagra-like chemical mixed with various proven
aphrodisiacs as well as a substance that altered a man's hypothalamus to
induce a kind of temporary bisexuality. Superman's masculinity had been
severely compromised with the ritual castration of body shaving and the
threat of actual castration, and now his straight identity was compromised
by Luthor's pharmaceutical experiments. Everything was going according to
Luthor's plan to finally conquer Superman. Now it was time to take it to
the next level.

Luthor dropped Superman's semi-rigid cock and grabbed the hero's chiseled
pecs in his hands. They were no longer as hard as steel, but were still
extremely firm. Luthor squeezed the perfectly carved filets of kryptonian
manmeat and mashed them together, remarking on Superman's extensive
cleavage, enjoying the way his feminizing remarks made the hero blush with
shame. Then he grabbed the quarter-sized aureoles and began to softly work
the plump protruding nipples in between the thumb and forefinger of each
hand.

The humanized and humbled hero could no longer restrain himself. The
pleasure from his nipples was even greater than that from his cock! He had
no idea male nipples could produce pleasure. In fact, he wasn't sure this
was entirely natural for a human man. Maybe kryptonian men without their
powers were feminized somehow, or maybe it was just him. He had never felt
less like a man than now, but he couldn't help it - the pleasure was too
great - it had to keep going until he came. Superman threw back his head
and moaned with pleasure, a long, deep lowing like that of a cow. A cow
being pleasurably milked.

Luthor laughed, slapped the hero's nipples hard, and stood back. Superman's
cock was now fully erect and leaking cum like a broken faucet. "Oh God
Luthor," the Kryptonian manbitch moaned, "please don't stop! Please make me
cum! My balls are aching!" Superman was redfaced with shame at begging like
a male whore, but he was beside himself with the need for release. He'd
never before experienced real sex - he was like a fifteen year old boy in
his first masturbation session.

"No, I'm finished with your tits for now, but if you beg Yuri, maybe he
will take over for me," Luthor said contemptuously. "He prefers women, you
know, but maybe I've rendered you sufficiently female for him now."

Yuri chuckled wickedly and Luthor snorted, but Superman was now too
consumed by desire to care. He needed release badly. His superpowers had
been stripped from him, as had his supermanhood, but in their place he now
had a supersexed carnal appetite, born of his newfound sensitivity and made
even more extreme by Luthor's chemical experimentation on him. Whatever was
required, Superman would now submit to it, however degrading. Who knew
nipple play would be the thing to turn Superman into a completely
submissive little cunt?

"I play with your titties, superbitch," Yuri sneered. "But you gotta suck
my cock whole time. Stop sucking, I stop with nipple massage, got it?"
Superman stared at the Russian thug. "Great Scott," the hero thought to
himself. "Have I become so degraded I would suck a man's dick just so I
could have my nipples stroked like a woman?" Superman swallowed hard, his
sharp adam's apple bobbing down and then up his corded muscular
neck. Apparently the answer was yes. Superman nodded slowly, again turning
red with shame and embarrassment.

Yuri grabbed the former Man of Steel by his large throbbing aureoles and
pulled him over to a stainless steel operating table, then forced the hero
onto the table on his back, the soles of his bound and booted feet resting
on either side of muscular asscheeks on the edge of the table, his neck
resting on the opposite edge. Yuri removed the spreader bar from Superman's
ankles, giving the helpless hero's balls a squeeze and warning him not to
kick. Then Yuri quickly stripped, revealing a lean, shredded physique,
relatively hairless but still a good deal more hairy and more masculine
than Superman now was. His cock was soft but looked like it might be large
when hard - soft it was only a little more than three inches long but it
was as thick as a burrito. The Russian musclegoon walked to the other side
of the table, forcing Superman's head down and cramming his fat uncut cock
into the hero's mouth. As promised, he took the hero's nipples in hand, but
whereas Luthor's soft manicured hands had felt almost feathery as Luthor
playfully teased Superman's tits, Yuri's calloused workman's hands were
matched with a rough, aggressive treatment as the thug pulled, pinched,
twisted, squeezed, and slapped the hero's engorged throbknobs. But in his
newly submissive mindset this turned on Superman even more. He could feel
warm precum leaking down his modest but rockhard cock like wax on a
candlestump.

Yuri could feel his own cock starting to grow inside Superman's
mouth. Surprisingly, the hero seemed pretty good at this cocksucking
thing. He avoided contact with his teeth, and even worked his tongue inside
Yuri's foreskin a little. But as the thug's cock grew longer and thicker,
Superman began to choke on it. Yuri withdrew long enough to let the
sweating, coughing hero catch his breath, then rammed the fat, hard boner
in all the way, forcing Superman to catch a mouthful of straw-coloured
pubic hair. But Superman was ready this time, and managed to take the whole
fat cock without choking. "Wow, Superman now not great superhero but primo
cocksucker! We have new job for you! Supersucker!" Yuri gave the hero's
nipples an extra hard twist and Superman responded with a pleasurable
shudder as jolts of painful pleasure racked his muscular but powerless
body. Yuri in turn responded by ramming his cock in and out of Superman's
mouth faster and faster, pulling completely out from time to time to let
the humbled hero catch his breath, only to ram it in all the way to the
pubes again.

Meanwhile, Luthor had not been idle. With Superman on his back and his
knees up in the air, his hard cock, balls, and asshole were all exposed and
vulnerable to Luthor. The hero's nutsac drooped down over his bunghole
protectively. With his left hand Luthor slowly, teasingly started working
Superman's foreskin up and down his cock, now a modest seven inches long,
then picked up the helpless Superman's balls in his right hand and stroked
them with his middle two fingers even as he gently squeezed them
together. But when he felt the hero's body shudder as if he were about to
come, he stopped stroking his cock and lifted the hero's balls up and away
from his asshole, letting them flop around on either side of the base of
the erect cock. the rest of Superman's body had fallen to Luthor; now was
the time for to assault the final frontier - Superman's mancunt.

Luthor pulled out some lube pre-mixed with the potion he'd sprinkled on
Superman's panties. The various chemicals would work even more quickly
being absorbed anally rather than orally, and there would be a lot more of
it. Superman would be helpless in the grip of a profound superhorniness
that would have him doing anything at all for release. Luthor smeared the
super-aphrodisiac onto a latex-gloved finger, then worked the lube
teasingly around the rim of the hero's now-hairless asshole. Superman
stopped sucking Yuri, almost spitting out the Russian hoodlum's fat cock,
then leaned forward as well as his bound arms allowed him to, his rippling
abs bunching up as he struggled to see what the cause of this tremendous
new sensation was.

"Like that Superman? Like having your pussylips stroked? Then I"m sure
you'll like having your hole poked!" Luthor inserted his well-lubed index
finger into Superman's tight asshole. A hot stream of precum leaked from
the hero's throbbing cock. It almost looked like he was pissing there was
so much of it.

"Uhhhhhhhh ooohhhhh," the bound hero threw his head back and moaned, his
face reddening, his neck muscles stretched taut like steel cords, his
entire ripped body slick with sweat. Yuri smirked, now stroking his still
hard cock over Superman's face, slapping his cheeks with it and wiping his
own precum off on Superman's lips. Luthor worked the finger in farther
until his finger was all the way in, then hooked it upward behind
Superman's pubic area, teasing the hero's prostate.

Superman howled with pleasure as he did so. Sweat flowed down the hero's
face and across his torso. Yuri began massaging the hero's ripped pecs and
abs, then resumed manipulating his large nipples, but more gently,
teasingly almost, this time.

Luthor pulled his finger out and then added his middle finger to his index
finger as he worked some more lube around the rim of Superman's asshole
before inserting both fingers in an inch or so. Superman again howled like
a caged animal with the intensity of the pleasurable feelings Luthor was
forcing on him. Luthor slid both fingers in all the way and renewed his
attack on Superman's prostate. He could feel the former Man of Steel
turning into warm jelly in his hands.

He would have loved to have stroked Superman's cock as he manipulated his
manly g-spot, but Luthor knew that if he did so the hero would come in two
seconds. Even with just the continued teasing of his nipples that might
happen anyway, so Luthor shooed Yuri (who himself looked pretty desperate
to come, too) away and pulled his fingers out of the helpless hero's
mancunt. Superman began to squirm and buck, as if by doing so he could
force his way back into the hands of the men who had been sexually abusing
him, to get them to finish the job.

"Luthorrr," Superman moaned in a low husky voice, "Please make me come!
Yuri, please!"

Luthor just laughed. "Well, Superman, Yuri looks like he could be demanding
the same of you. But he, like you, is going to have to wait. It's my turn
to plug your slutty mouth!"

Luthor walked around to the other side of the table and took Yuri's place
standing with his crotch near Superman's face. The pudgy supervillain undid
his belt buckle and unbuttoned the top button of his white lab
trousers. Then he reached over and pulled teasingly on Superman's cock.

"Poor Superman," he said. "Once you had the largest dick on Earth. And now
you have the cock of a boy, or at best a poorly endowed man." Luthor didn't
mind stretching the truth to humiliate the helpless hero. In fact
Superman's reduced cock was still respectable, even a little large, for an
average man. "I've shrunken you down to size in every way," Luthor smirked
triumphantly. "But, I on the other hand," the supervillain continued,
undoing his zipper and dropping his trousers and then his underwear, "have
made good use of my technological and financial superiority to experience
profound personal growth." Superman strained to turn his head and faced an
enormous cock, much longer than his own and even fatter than Yuri's. It was
probably no more than nine inches long, but it was hugely thick. In fact,
it looked fat, kind of lumpy and malformed, and the head was small compared
to the midsection. It was fully erect - or at least as erect as this flabby
looking cock seemed capable of becoming. But Luthor waved it around
proudly, repeatedly prodding Superman's handsome but helpless face with it.

"Yes, once I had a cock even smaller than yours, Superman," Luthor
explained. (This was quite an understatement since Luthor's cock for most
of his adult life had been a mere four and a half inches.) "But with the
right doctors and medical technology I now have a truly super cock, one
that as a newly converted faggot I know you will not be able to resist
sucking. So get to it, superfag!" Superman looked stunned, completely
humiliated by Luthor's new sexual superiority over him and unsure just how
he was going to fit this huge tool into his mouth. Luthor slapped him on
the cheek and when Superman's mouth opened a little to try to halfheartedly
refuse the enormous tool, the villain crammed half his dick down the
helpless hero's throat. Superman began to turn red and thrash about on the
table. "You're choking him, boss," Yuri said. Luthor laughed. "Why so I
am," he said, and pulled his cock from the hero's mouth. Superman coughed
and drooled a little, looking up at Luthor in a kind of daze. Luthor's
plump cock grew even fatter and harder.

"Open wide, my little man-whore," Luthor said, squeezing Superman's rugged
jaw until his mouth opened up. This time he eased his cock in more slowly,
and Superman was able to handle it as Luthor slowly worked it all the way
in. If nothing else, Superman had always been an apt pupil. The superhero
turned superslut even started cleverly working his tongue around Luthor's
fat member. As the supervillain withdrew his cock, Superman dabbed his piss
slit teasingly with the tip of his tongue. "Why I think the little whore is
flirting with my dick," Luthor said, laughing. He pushed his big dick into
Superman's mouth again, then began working it in and out.

Now Yuri had taken over the job of foreplay on Superman's mancunt, working
his large fingers around the rim of Superman's asshole and teasingly
inserting them in the hero's hole, working them in, and then pulling them
out when it seemed like Superman was getting a little too worked and he
might blow. From the sound of things, Luthor himself might blow any minute.

"Ohhhhhhh, you're not a man any more, but you are still pretty super - a
super slut!" Luthor said, laughing and moaning at the same time. The
villain pulled his cock from Superman's gorgeous mouth. It was now a rock
hard nine inches long and as fat as a burrito.

"Superman's learned very quickly - I've turned him into a very very good
cocksucker, Yuri! See for yourself - and give him a bit of a reward by
playing with his tits again."

Yuri smiled and exchanged places with Luthor as the villain positioned
himself in front of the hero's spread legs again. Yuri jabbed his fat
member into Superman's mouth, lifting the hero's head up so that he could
see Luthor straddling him.

Luthor reached down and pulled Superman's balls away from where they had
fallen in front of his asshole, concealing it. "Got to get those ovaries
out of the way, bitch. Time that virgin cunt got what's been coming to it
for a long time!"

Superman's eyes grew wide with both fear and excitement as the threat and
promise of Luthor's fat cock in his mancunt made his own cock dribble with
more precum. Luthor worked the head around the rim of Superman's asshole,
causing the former hero to moan loudly and buck and thrash. Yuri removed
his cock from Superman's mouth, worried that in his ecstasy he might just
bite it off. Instead he raised the hero up into a half sitting position,
propping the former hero's broad shoulders against his own abs, and started
toying with Superman's oversized nipples again. "Watch as Luthor pop your
cherry, superbitch!" Yuri said, laughing.

Grinning at Yuri and then locking eyes with his soon-to-be victim, Luthor
asked the former Man of Steel, "Are you ready for this bitch?" Superman, in
ecstasy from having his nipples worked over by Yuri, just snarled, "Even
without my powers, I'm man enough to take anything you've got Luthor!"
Luthor just laughed and grabbed Superman's cock, then slowly stroked it as
he eased his cockhead into Superman's tight virgin man-pussy.

The hero howled with the pain - and pleasure - and Luthor stroked his cock
again and felt more hot precum oozing over his clenched fist. Then he slid
his cock in another inch or so. Superman just groaned this time and writhed
a little, close to overcome by Yuri's attentions to his nipples and
Luthor's manipulation of his cock. Then Luthor released Superman's cock and
grabbed his thighs and pulled himself into Superman and pushed harder, the
tightness of Superman's mancunt hurting now, until Superman relaxed a
little and Luthor was able to push all the way into to the hilt. He and
Superman both rested a moment, catching their breaths, but Yuri had grabbed
Superman's cock and was working it as he also worked Superman's left nipple
and nibbled on his right ear and the right side of his neck. The former Man
of Steel was like putty in the Russian thug's hands, moaning and writhing.

Luthor pulled his huge shaft out of Superman a little, then slammed it back
in, then pulled out a little farther, then slammed it back in again harder,
looking at Superman's muscular arms still bound helplessly at his sides,
straining for release in the same way that all of Superman now strained for
release - at his rippling abs, tensed and coiled up and ready it seemed to
explode - at the chiseled man tits and the nipples erect and raw at having
been worked over by the expert hands of Luthor's henchman - at the handsome
face that looked as if it were being both tortured and brought to ecstasy
at once... And the sight of the gorgeous superstud rendered entirely
powerless by Luthor brought the vilain to the edge of orgasm, and he
started slamming in and out of Superman, faster and harder, until he could
feel himself about to come and then...

Superman howled and cum exploded out of his now-average-white-guy dick in
thick ropey globs that flew all over his chiseled torso and handsome face
just as Luthor himself let loose a howl and a pint of hot jism into the
bowels of the emasculated superhero, and Yuri grabbed Superman by the hair
and slapped Superman's handsome face with his own cock and jerked it until
fat globs of Russian cum coated Superman's cheeks and nose and lips. Yuri
pried the hero's mouth open and scooped his warm seed into Superman's mouth
and to his surprise Superman lapped it up hungrily. Then the Russian thug
grabbed some of Superman's own seed, as he continued to torment the hero by
stroking his post-orgasmic cock, and made him eat his won cum as well.

Luthor pulled his large member out of the former hero and walked around to
stand over the hero, and smacked him across the face a few times with the
fat lubed cock. He considered making Superman clean off his cock with his
mouth, but decided he had already thoroughly broken the former superhero
best by making him enjoy his own conquest. No need to push it - yet. He
needed to save some degrading acts for next time. Which Luthor planned to
make very, very soon.

Luthor instead grabbed Superman by the hair, pulled the helpless hero's
lips up to his own and kissed him passionately, thrusting his tongue deep
into the kryptonian slut's throat. Then he released the belt that had bound
Superman's muscular arms all through his orgasmic ordeal. The freed arms
flopped helplessly at the exhausted hero's sides. Luthor pulled Superman by
the hair off of the table, and threw him on the ground, where the hero
landed on his hands and knees, his head bowed as he tried to regain what
little strength was left in his now completely non-super body.

But there was to be no rest for the weary. Luthor sat down on the hero's
back, almost causing Superman to buckle, and ordered his little ponyboy to
carry him out of the room, whipping the former hero's perfect bubble-butt
asscheeks with the Kryptonian belt to prod him along. The helpless Superman
gasped and yelped with each stroke, but it seemed to Luthor that there was
an unmistakable note of pleasure in his voice mixed in with the pain. As
they were about to cross the threshhold, Luthor looked up at the monitor to
see a horrified Lois Lane looking back at him. Luthor laughed and said,
"Say Goodbye to Superman, Lois. He's mine now! My conquest, my slave, my
bitch! Forever!" Then he laughed again, maniacally this time, as he heard
Superman groan beneath him, then whipped the hero on the buttocks again and
ordered him to carry his master from the room.