Date: Wed, 18 Dec 2002 21:15:40 +0000
From: Hector Oppenheimer <oppilate@hotmail.com>
Subject: Superman Suck Slave (Ch.10) (MMMMM/M, Oral,Celeb)

The following story is the tenth 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. Superman and some
characters are trademarks of and copyright of DC Comics.



Superman Suck Slave (Ch.10) (MMMMM/M, Oral,Celeb)



As the laughing and joking voices of the five college males faded into the
distance, the still erect Man of Steel remained lying on his back and began
to rapidly stroke his turgid organ, which was still coated with the
ejaculate of the physical education major. As his powerful fist flew and up
and down the length of his magnificent penis, the debased Superman moved his
free hand to his face, scraped off wads of the congealing semen left by the
other males, and transfered the gooey slime to his mouth, where it was
swiftly captured by his eagerly lapping tongue. Under such incredible
stimulation it wasn't long before the great Kryptonian shaft spewed a
generous load of nutsauce onto the abdomen and chest of the prostrate Man of
Steel. Moments later, and in complete defiance of the screams of the
Superhero's heterosexual psyche, the Superman's fingers dipped into the pool
of his own ejaculate and began to transfer the vile substance into his
mouth. If was almost as if a semen seeking autopilot had taken control of
the fallen Superhero. The semen had to be consumed. Once he finished
devouring his own sperm rich goo, the satiated Man of Steel slipped
blissfully asleep, and remained that way until he was discovered by
interstate waste haulers who had stopped by in order to empty the adult
video store's dumpster.

"What the fuck happened to you?" asked one of the haulers as he stared down
at the disheveled, cum-encrusted, piss-hard on sprouting male laying on his
back with his trousers bunched up at his ankles, and his stained shorts
stretched around his muscular thighs . "Hey Stan! Get over here. Check this
out," continued the waste hauler as he edged next to Superman's semen matted
hair. "You awake?" he asked as he tapped his shoe along the side of
Superman's head.

A barely audible groan escaped from the filth covered hunk.

A few seconds later the still groggy Man of Steel opened his eyes and looked
upwards into the puzzled faces of the two waste haulers.

"I think our friend here partied a bit too much at the old video store,"
chuckled the first hauler as he surveyed the cum-encrusted and exposed male.

"Looks like he's getting ready to party again," interjected Stan as he
pointed at Superman's fully erect penis.

"Yeah, well he ain't partying with us," replied the first hauler. "This fag
shit turns me off. Look at him! Scum all over the place. What a fucking pig.
It gives me the creeps looking at him. He's more disgusting than a dumpster
full of shit. Oh man, you are one pathetic sight," be continued staring down
with a look of pure revulsion. "Come on, Stan. Get back in the truck and
leave this faggot where he is."

While the automatic scooping arm of the waste hauler was emptying the
contents of the dumpster into the back of the truck, the confused Superhero,
who still lay on his back half naked, sprouting a hard on, struggled to
clear his mind. The events that transpired between the moment he knelt on
the floor of the video booth and began to eat the congealed semen from the
walls and floor, up to the time that he was awakened by the waste haulers;
were a series of disjointed images which seemed to blur and mix together. He
had flash memories of penises in his mouth; images of a disembodied erection
looming out of a hole in the wall; recollections of semen raining down upon
him in the dark; and fragments of male voices groaning with pleasure and
exhorting him to suck. He also he kept remembering the sound of descending
zippers over and over and over again.

While Superman's memories of the events of the evening itself were confused,
his

memories of earlier the previous day swiftly came into sharp focus. The Man
of Steel vividly remembered how Collin had called him an obedient little
cocksucker; how his lips, his testicles and even his semen were the property
of Luthor; how Lex Luthor was earning huge sums of money by whoring him out
to friends and associates; and of how Lex had decided to reward him for his
complete submission by allowing him to wander the city unsupervised. The
scum covered Man of Steel also remembered the stern warning "Don't be late,
faggot" that Mike had shouted as the muscular, 25 year old, hairy chested
bouncer pulled away in the van.

"Oh, no" groaned the cum-grungy Superhero as he suddenly realized that he
had missed Mike's 8:30 PM deadline. "I'm dead meat. I fucked up, big time.
This was a test. I failed it! They're gonna be pissed. They'll never trust
me. Why did I do this? I've got to get back. I've got to apologize. If I
come in on my own, maybe they will understand. Maybe they'll give me a
second chance," thought the increasingly desperate Kryptonian hunk as he
struggled to his feet and steadied himself before flying off at breakneck
speed for Luthor's headquarters, oblivious to the fact the his trousers were
still wrapped around his ankles and his underwear stretched in between his
powerful thighs.

Moments later the profoundly distressed hero to millions was desperately
pushing the buzzer located next to the door of the elevator which had
carried him to Luthor's underground medical lab where he had been so
degraded and violated by Lex's team of doctors. "I hope they're not too
upset. I hope I'm not too late," thought the Man of Steel as he continued to
anxiously press on the button. "Why won't they answer?"

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity to the distressed Man of Steel,
a voice responded from the speaker box above the buzzer. "Ahhhh, our little
faggot has come home! How considerate of you," said the voice dripping with
sarcasm. "You're in deep shit, bitch!" snarled the voice, which the Man of
Steel recognized as belonging to Luthor's sadistic Brazilian physician,
Doctor Paulo. "What the fuck happened to you?" asked the darked hair
Brazilian member of Luthor's medical team as he looked at the disheveled Man
of Steel through the monitor in the medical facility two floor below. "Yeah,
asshole. I can see you. It's called a hidden camera. Damn, you're not only a
cocksucking fairy, but a stupid one at that!" declared the sadistic male as
he watched the distraught Man of Steel. "Your pants, cocksucker, your pants.
Where are your fucking pants? Are you trying to make some fashion statement?
Is this the new dress code for faggots? Come on Tinkerbelle. It's a simple
question. What happened to your fucking pants" he asked mockingly.

Looking downwards the confused Superhero noticed for the first time that he
was not wearing any underwear; his left shoe was missing; and the shredded
remnants of his trousers were wrapped around his right shoe. He then
realized that he must have forgotten to pull his pants and underwear back on
before taking off in a panic for Luthor's headquarters. The shorts must have
been ripped in half by his powerful thighs when he leapt upwards. His left
shoe was probably lost when his pants were blown off of his body in his
hasty flight back. Only the torn, knotted remanents of his trousers, wrapped
around his right shoe, had survived the flight.

As the humiliated Man of Steel bent down to untangle the remains of his
pants, he was interrupted by the caustic voice of Dr. Paulo. "Just get in
the fucking elevator, cocksucker. Leave that shit alone. I want everyone to
see you just the way you are. You're a fucking disgrace."

"I said, leave it the fuck alone!" Dr. Paulo yelled as Superman's hand moved
towards the torn remnant of his pants. "Get you pansy ass in the elevator!
Now!!!!!!!"

Bowing his head in shame, the half naked Man of Steel shuffled meekly into
the elevator. The door closed and Superman began his descent into Hell once
again.

As the elevator doors closed, the Brazilian physician excitedly activated
the intercom into Lex's inner office and blurted out: "I got the flying
faggot. He's in the elevator now. Turn on your monitor. You can see him for
yourself. You're not going to believe your eyes."

The chaos that had gripped Lex Luthor's inner circle came to an abrupt halt
as all eyes turned to the monitor in the corner of the room as it flickered
on.

The Luthor organization's intense monitoring of police channels and media
around the world, coupled with the intense search by its many informants
throughout the city had failed to detect any trace of the Man of Steel.
Luthor's vow to "make Superman pay" for disappearing, coupled with Luthor's
annoyance at the small show of independence Superman had displayed when
dispatched by Luthor on his world wide crusade against Luthor's criminal
opponents, had triggered an intense debate within the upper circles of the
Luthor organization as to how to deal with the Man of Steel if he was ever
back in the custody of Luthor and his henchmen. This debate stopped as
Luthor's henchmen stared in disbelief at the color images transmitted by the
cameras in the elevator.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Tony, the 22 year old Hispanic thug whose cock had
been the first to ravage Superman's mouth in the basement vault of the New
York City skyscraper. "What a mess! What happened to him?"

"What's with the bareassed routine?" asked Lois Lane's vile nephew, the
lanky 19 year old blond hunk, Gunnar.

"Looks like there are cum clusters in his air," observed the hairy chested
ex-Navy SEAL who had played such a critical role in addicting the Man of
Steel to semen. "What the fuck has he been up to?" Collin asked aloud.

"Enough of this!" snapped Luther, still seething with anger over the entire
incident. "Find out what happened to that cocksucker. I want to know where
he went; what he did; who he fucked with; and most of important of all, if
his true identity was revealed to anyone. If his cover is blown and his
dirty secret gets out, he will be useless to us and we will have to kill
him. Damn, that asshole ..." thundered Luthor as he stomped out of the room.
"We'll continue this discussion tomorrow morning, after that fucking faggot
has been thoroughly questioned. Dr. Reinhardt, make sure that you and
doctors Paulo, Thomas and Naguib, extract the whole story out of that flying
faggot. I want the whole truth," snarled Luthor as he slammed the door
behind him.

Luthor's chief physician immediately entered a nearby elevator and headed
towards Luthor's underground medical facility to join his three colleagues
who were already clustered around the humiliated and frightened Man of
Steel.

Dr. Reinhardt spoke first. "You know Superman, I was a bit shocked when you
offered to fellate me the very first time we met. I had seen lots of those
videos of you going down on Lex's friends, but it was still a surprise when
you offered to suck me off. You see, I too had been misled by this straight
stud myth you've so carryfully nutured over the years. Of course after
watching your penis become erect while sucking off Collin, Wu, and Tom in
your apartment, and then testing your physiological reactions to men down
here in the laboratory, I came to understand how intensely you were driven
to submit yourself to other men. The physical evidence is simply irrefutable
-- the ultimate erotic act for you is to be on your knees in front of
another male slavishly sucking on his cock. Your obsession with fellating
men is simply amazing. I've studied, read about and examined hundreds of
cocksuckers in my professional career, but none have been as committed and
fixated on the act as you. It is almost as if you slip into some kind of
delirium once the head of a dick touches your lips. Perhaps it has something
to do with your alien physiology. But enough of this discussion about your
obsession with the human male reproductive organ and ingesting human male
reproductive fluid, it looks like you've deliberately disobeyed Mr. Luthor's
explicit orders against unauthorized cocksucking. Mr. Luthor is really upset
with you. First he went out of his way to recruit those nine handsome young
studs for you to suck off as a way of thanking you for the way in which you
carried out that worldwide crusade against his competitors. He didn't have
to do that. He just wanted to show how much he appreciated what you did for
the organization. Then to show you how much he trusted you, Lex gave you an
unsupervised day off on your own as a thank you for the great job you had
been doing as the organization's most successful whore," Reinhardt continued
as the sullen Superhero winced at the word "whore." "But, it appears that
you abused that trust and had a night of unauthorized homosexual debauchery.
Is that anyway to repay Lex for his kindness?"

"I, I, I, I'm sorry," stammered the obviously distressed and profoundly
confused Man of Steel as lowered his head and tried to cover his genitals
with his hand. "I'm not sure exactly what happened ..."

"Look at me, you ungrateful, self-centered faggot!" snapped the physician as
he glared contemptuously at the disheveled Superhero. "And take your fucking
hand away from that pathetic dick of yours. Everyone here's seen that
useless thing. I don't even know why you were born with a cock. Talk about a
waste! The only time that thing gets hard is when you're sucking some guy
off. You should have been born with a cunt! At least then you'd have another
hole for real men to use." continued Reinhardt as he stared contemptuously
into the face of Luthor's dispirited foe.

"These are useless too, aren't they?" snappedReinhardt as he grabbed
Superman's pendulous balls with his left hand while grasping a handful of
Superman's hair with is right hand, yanking the Man of Steel's head upwards.

"I said, these are useless! Right faggot?"Reinhardt barked while staring
directly into Superman's eyes. "Say it! Say it so that my colleagues can
hear it. Look up at that camera" Reinhardt continued pointing to a video
camera in the corner of the room, "and tell Mr. Luthor and the rest of the
guys. Say it now faggott!!!!"

"They're useless," whispered the broken Superhero.

"I can't hear you, faggot! What did you say?"Reinhardt yelled at the
distraught son of Krypton.

"They're useless!" repeated Superman, his eyes welling with tears. "They're
useless."

"Why?" Reinhardt demanded. "Why?"

"Because I'm a homosexual" answered Superman, his voice beginning to break.

"What else?"Reinhardt barked. "What else are you?"

"A faggot; a queer; a pervert; a cocksucker; a whore" sobbed the shattered
Man of Steel as his mighty frame shook uncontrollably.

"Whose whore?" snapped Reinhardt. "Who owns you, you miserable cocksucker?"

"Lex! Lex Luthor. Lex Luthor owns me. I am Lex Luthor's whore," moaned the
staggeringly powerful yet psychologically shattered Superhero as he fell to
his knees in front of the startled group of physicians. "I am Lex Luthor's
whore."

"Why were you born?" asked the diabolical physician who immediately
recognized the new opportunity that was before him. "Why were you sent to
Earth?" he demanded as he looked down on the prostrate Man of Steel.

"I was born to suck cock," blubbered the debased hunk. "I was born to
service males. I am nothing more than a cocksucker. I was sent to Earth to
submit to the desires of real men; not faggots like myself; but real men. I
am not a man. I just didn't understand," continued the disheveled, but still
incredibly handsome Kryptonian stud as he was seized with an inexplicable
catharsis. "I don't want to suck men's penises; I hate the taste of semen;
but I can't help it. Please forgive me Jorel. This is not what you meant for
me; but it is what I am. Please help me," cried the Man of Steel as he flung
his arms around the waist of Luthor's malevolent physician and buried his
face into the crotch of the astonished doctor. "Please help me."

"Oh cut the fucking histrionics," snapped Reinhardt sarcastically as he
broke free and roughly shoved the Man of Steel backwards onto the floor. "I
hate it when you screeching queens get all blubbery and weepy. You betrayed
a sacred trust and you're going to be punished for it. You've embarrassed
and upset your owner. You took his gift of trust and threw it in his face.
There aren't many other men in this world who would go to such lengths to
protect your filthy little secret. Do you think for one moment that General
Azikiwe would have treated you with such kindness if he had been the one who
discovered your reprehensible secret? Of course not. By now the whole world
would have known that the Man of Steel was nothing more than a dispicable
flying cum-pig. You are beneath contempt. Lex has gone out of his way to
protect you, and this is the gratitude you show. You've dishonored him. You
disgust me. Now, you miserable pervert, I want to know what happened to you.
Where did you go yesterday? What did you do? Whose cock did you suck?" asked
the physician as he looked down upon the Man of Steel with disdain. "Tell
me, cocksucker! Now!!!"

For the next five hours doctorReinhardt and his colleagues listened intently
as the most powerful man of Earth knelt naked, except for the shredded
remanents of his trousers wrapped around his right shoe, and attempted to
reconstruct the events of the past 24 hours, all under the watchful
recording eyes of the lab's video cameras. The Man of Steel's memory of
precisely what transpired between when he first entered the adult shop and
when he woke up next to the dumpster was confused and disjointed, but
nothing about the rambling recollection of the events by the formally
confident and independent Kryptonian hunk appeared to be fabricated. Even
doctor Paulo, the most cynical of Luthor's henchmen, became a believer that
Superman was attempting to tell them the truth, when in a moment of remorse
triggered vulnerability, the despondent Superhero began to blurt out the
mindboggling details of his forcible fellating of the 30 year old Polish
machinist at sea on board of Star of Nyasa; his scuttling of the ship to
cover up his crime; and his subsequent oral assault on the brawny, blond
haired seaman in the Honolulu motel room.

Even the normally unflappable Dr.Reinhardt was speechless as the Man of
Steel sobbingly confessed to his criminal sexual assaults on seaman
Pilsudski; his theft from the ship's safe; and his deliberate destruction of
a large section of the ship. Superman's interrogators just stood in silence
as all of the sordid details of the Star of Nyasa incident poured out of the
Man of Steel. They were simply too flabbergasted to speak.

Looking down on the emotionally exhausted and vanquished Superhero, Luthor's
insidiously cunning physician finally spoke. "I don't know what to say. I
have never met a more underhanded, deceitful ingrate in my life as you. I
have never seen an act of betrayal such as the one that you have committed
against the man who saved you from public disgrace and humiliation. I can't
imagine how you can even live with yourself knowing how contemputuously you
treated Lex Luthor's acts of kindness. You sicken me. Your fate is in Lex's
hands now. Get him out of my sight," Rheinhardt continued as he turned and
started to leave the laboratory.

As the diabolical physician left the room, his smirk unseen by the Man of
Steel, the rest of Luthor's team of physicians -- doctors Thomas, Paulo, and
Naguib -- hauled the unresisting Superhero to his feet; led him over to the
examining table; pushed him face up onto the table; clamped hollowed steel
bindings around the completely docile Kryptonian hunk's wrists and ankles;
and a hollowed steel collar around his neck.

Once doctor Naguib had finished bolting the collar around Superman's neck,
he quietly nodded towards one of the surveillance camera. Moments later a
small pump located underneath the laboratory floor came to life and began to
fill the hollow channels within the bindings and collars with a green
colored gel.

"Our flying faggot won't be going anywhere," said Reinhardt as he watched
the magnificent body of the Man of Steel twitch, writhe and spasm before
going limp as its powers were sapped by the Kryptonite tinged gel that now
filled the collar and bindings. "You're fate truly is in the hands of Lex
Luthor," Reinhardt observed as he entered the elevator on his way to
Luthor's office.

"I knew we couldn't trust that flying faggot," thundered Luthor as he
watched the video playback of Superman's interrogation. "The fucking
cocksucker thinks he's a free agent. We're all ready to make millions from
renting out that cocksucker's lips, and he's out there giving head for
free!" bellowed the incredibly angry Luthor. "What an arrogant ingrate! And
after all I've done for him. The shit with the seaman on the ship is
unbelieveaible. I've fed that flying cocksucker enough dick to keep the
whole fucking city of San Francisco happy for a year, and he still goes out
cockhunting on his own? I knew we hadn't driven all the arrogance from that
self-righteous bastard. Well, I won't make that mistake again!" Luthor
vowed. "Collin, get on the fucking phone to our Hawaian operatives. I told
you to have them look into the Star of Nyasa incident when it happened. Find
out why they fucked up. And I want somebody to track down that sailor our
flying faggot attacked. Start with those assholes in Hawaii."

"Our little faggot friend is going to pay dearly for his little acts of
defiance! We're going to put an end to that cocksucking freak's freelancing
once and for all. He's only going to be sucking the cocks we tell him to
suck, or else we will have to kill him. I'm sick and tired of that faggot's
bullshit. He's either going to submit completely to my will, or die!"

"I want the guys back here at 7 o'clock tonight. "In the meantime tell
everyone to hit the sack. We're going to deal with our little faggot's
independence streak once and for all. But I want everyone to have a clear
head while we decide what to do. Now, if no one has any objection, I'm going
to get some sleep," said Luthor as he left the office and headed for a small
bedroom in the heart of the facility

All day while Luthor and his chief lieutenants got some much needed sleep,
the Man of Steel remained captive in the Kryptonite filled restraints. As
the naked, cum-stained hunk lay on his back he was subjected to a seemingly
endless torrent of verbal abuse and taunts as lower ranking members of the
Luthor organization came to the lab to gloat over and mock their archenemy.

Most of them laughed and ridiculed the now powerless Kryptonian hunk.
Several grapped a hold of his exposed cock and balls calling him pussyboy
and faggot. Other's exposed themselves and waved their engorged phalluses in
front of his face and asked him if he wanted to suck them off. Even the
toughest ones were caught off guard when the psychologically devastated Man
of Steel sobbed and mumbled "yes." But not a single cock penetrated the lips
of the Man of Steel. Luthor had issued strict orders on that subject, and
his men were not about to disobey him.

Many of them who filed past the captive Superhero had been active
participants in Luthor's first two oral rapes of the Man of Steel, before
they had secretly addicated him to human semen. They delighted in tormenting
the bound hunk by recalling every sordid detail of each time that Superman's
lips had been wrapped around their cocks.

"So this is what has become of the great Man of Steel." laughed Ryan, the 38
year old off-duty Irish cop on Luthor's payroll who had fed Superman a load
of cum during the Man of Steel's gangrape in the cave. "And to think that my
kid once had your picture on his wall," chuckled the cop as he stuck his
finger inside of the helpless Superhero's mouth. "Bet you wish that was my
cock in your mouth, huh faggot? Well, not today cocksucker. I might let you
suck me off some other time," said the grinning Irishman as his finger
explored Superman's mouth. "You do give one hell of a blowjob. Oh yeah,
faggot," continued the smirking cop, "maybe when my kid gets to be a
teenager, I'll bring him around and let you suck him off. I think he would
get a real kick out of getting his first blow job by his so-called hero. Can
you imagine the look on his face when he watches Superman cop his joint? The
Man of Steel swinging on my kid's cock! I can just picture it. But until
he's old enough. You'll have to be satisfied with sucking off his old man,"
laughed the 38 year old law enforcement hunk as he finally withdrew his
finger from Superman's mouth.

And so the tormenting and humiliation continued all throughout the day while
Lex and his key henchmen finally caught up on their lost sleep.

The last gangmember filed past and abused the exposed and defenseless
Superhero at 6:45 PM , only a few minutes before the fateful meeting was

scheduled to begin.

As Lex, his top lieutenants and other select members of his organizations
looked at a large monitor, the five hour recording of Superman's
interrogation began to play. It was close to one in the morning when the
tape finally ended; its normal five hour viewing time extended by numerous
requests to re-run segments of the video taped inquisition.

"Alright gentlemen," declared Luthor as the group began to deliberate
Superman's fate, "what do we do with the cocksucker? How do we handle this
situation?"

The group rapidly divided itself into two separate camps --- the hardliners,
led by Wu, Gunnar and Dr. Reinhardt argued streuously for a "no holds
barred," merciless policy of punishment for dealing with debased the Man of
Steel's latest transgression, while a much smaller, more moderate block, led
chiefly by Collin with some support from Dr. Thomas, argued against a severe
response.

"This cocksucker has to learn his place, once and for all," Wu thundered as
he paced back and forth in front of Luthor. "He has to learn who's in
charge. It's not like he's in any position to object, and given what we've
done to him, I believe that complete submission is only a few steps away."

"Look how I made that miserable wimp crawl on his hands and knees across the
floor and beg to suck my cock," Wu continued. "You were there Collin. I
pushed the envelope that night. No one ever imagined that Superman would
tell me how much he needed my cock, or beg me to stick it back in his mouth,
or tell me how grateful he would be when I came in his mouth. Yet he said
each and every one of those things. And then he crawled on all fours across
the floor like some kind of pathetic cumpig. Hell, Collin, you're the one
who made him lick his own cum off of my leg and the floor. If we took that
faggot down that much that night, it won't take much more degradation before
every spark of independence and individuality is burned out of him."

"Look," said Collin. "We have to place this incident in its proper
perspective. When we planned that set up of Superman in the bank vault with
Lois, our objectives were quite clear. We wanted to stop Superman from
interfering in Lex's enterprises and those of his business associates. Our
plan was to do this by debasing him; crippling him psychologically;
photographing him performing sexual acts that would disgust the public; and
then blackmailing him into becoming the world's most expensive whore. We
have succeeded beyond our wildest expectations We have enough pictures,
videos and tape recordings of him on his knees, begging for cock and
swallowing cum, to turn the entire world against him, except for parts of
San Francisco and Greenwich Village," said the ex-SEAL as he walked towards
the center of the room.

"The relentless mind-fucking, especially by Gunnar, Wu and me, has been
devastatingly effective," continued Collin. "The psychological damage,
especially to his ego and self-image, is irreparable. Not one of us in his
wildest dreams could have ever imagined Superman so slavishly obeying those
perverse and disgusting orders of Wu and Gunnar. Hell, even amongst
homosexuals there are very few males who would surrendered their virility
they way that Superman did to Gunnar when that cocky Swede took over
Superman's bed. Talk about emasculation! Gunnar turned a stallion into a
gelding. If Superman had a pussy, not only would he have let Gunnar to fuck
him, he would have allowed Gunnar to impregnate him!"

A ripple of laughter went through the group as they envisioned the Man of
Steel waddling around the room with his belly bulging from Gunnar's child.

"But the fact remains," interjected Luthor's cold eyed physician, "even with
all of that debasement, Superman still has a streak of independence in him.
First he deviated from our explicit orders when we sent him on that crusade
against our enemies, and then he went off on his own yesterday. These are
two irrefutable signs that we have not mastered him completely. As long as
there is a fragment of independence in him, he is a danger to us and our
organization. He must be completely broken; incapable of independent action
and absolutely obedient. He is much too powerful to be allowed out without
being completely subject to our will."

"I'm still not convinced," countered Collin. "Not only have we succeeded in
psychologically crippling Superman, but thanks to Lex's foresight and his
biochemists, we've addicted the poor bastard to cum! This was never part of
the original plan. By getting our hands on those loads of Kryptonian
nutsauce, we hoped to gain insight into Superman's biology so that we might
be able to fashion an effective weapon to injure or even kill him. Instead
the research took us on a path we had never even contemplated. When Tony
quietly slipped that Swiss concoction into Superman's mouth while Superman
was swallowing my cum, we succeeded in permanently changing the very
phsyiology of the Man of Steel. We made him a cum addict! We had always
intended to whore the bastard out, but we always believed that the only way
we could do that was through blackmail. None of us ever imagined that we
could get him hooked on dick!"

"What happened the other night in that adult video store was not an act of
independence or defiance by our cocksucking flying faggot," continued
Collin. "Rather than look at that night of unauthorized cocksucking as an
act of rebellion, we should understand it for what it truly represents ---
our complete triumph over the Man of Steel! While we know that Superman is
not a homosexual, it doesn't matter. As far as our cum swallowing pet is
concerned, he truly is a loathesome, beneath contempt faggot. He knows that
he was completely on his own. He knows that no one forced him to suck cock.
He knows that no one tricked him into sucking cock. He knows that he did it
on his own! This is the final proof that we needed in order to completely
break and subjugate Superman. He is ours, body and soul. We can have a field
day with the knowledge of what happened in that adult store the other night.
Can you imagine how that poor mind-fucked, cocksucker is going to react when
we have to admonish him for not practicing self-restraint? It will blow his
mind!

"What more proof do you need that we've broken him?" asked Collin. "Look at
the damn tape! He was a babbling idiot! His mind is totally fucked! What
about his attack on that seaman? Did any of you in your wildest dreams
imagine that Superman would turn to male rape? He forcibly sucked a guy off!
Don't you understand? He's gone over the edge. This paragon of virtue
sexually assaulted a guy in order to satisfy his craving for cum. Do you
understand how far this means he has gone? He's lost it!"

"We have to be extraodinarily cautious as we continue to manipulate and
exploit our new asset. He is still the most powerful thing on this planet.
Make no mistake about it. He could destroy us and our organization in the
blink of an eye if he chose to do so. He does not understand why he cannot
resist being drawn to another male's cock. Even with his addiction to cum,
our grip on him is still only psychological. He is deeply ashamed of what he
has been doing. He completely hates being a cocksucker, in spite of the
irresistable craving that he has for semen. Right now the only thing
allowing us to control him is that he is absolutely terrified of having the
public discover his terrible secret and turn against him. Rejection on a
planetary scale, by his adopted family -- mankind that is -- is Superman's
worst fear. Should he ever lose that fear, such as having him becoming
convinced that Earth would accept him even if it knew he were gay; our
psychological hold on him would be broken. Then we would really be fucked,"
continued Collin.

"What we have to do is to make this pathetic freak totally dependent upon
Lex and ourselves. We have to inculcate the belief that we are the only ones
who can protect Superman from the fate that he fears the most. We have
already succeeded in isolating Superman from his friends and colleagues. He
is so afraid of how they would react if they found out that he is a
cocksucker, that he cannot go to them for advice, support or help. We are
the only ones in his life. He has nowhere else to turn for any kind of
psychological or emotional support. Look how he broke down on that film. All
that we have to do is to perform a few insignificant acts of kindness for
the poor bastard to fill that emotional void, and he will swiftly fall
completely under our control. This approach has worked throughout history.
Haven't any of your heard of the Stockholm Syndrome? It works gentlemen!
Once you've broken someone down and completely isolated him, you perform a
few carefully planned acts of kindness. The guy that you've broken will
immediately pick up on the change and welcome it. They then go about trying
to figure out how to please you in order to get additional emotionally
supportive strokes. They actually end up denying their own needs and
identifying with yours! Can you imagine? Superman seeing the world through
our eyes?" laughed Collin.

"Collin," interrupted Wu, "I usually agree with you, but in this case I
cannot disagree more strongly. That faggot still has a spark of independence
in him. Who knows how many other secrets he's kept from us. Is he sucking
someone off on the side? We have to make certain, once and for all. We have
to make sure that he is totally broken, for if there is even the slightest
chance that he may once again act on his own, we could lose everything. No,
my friend," continued Wu, "He must be completely broken; crushed; and
totally subjugated. Every bit of independence that may be lurking in that
brain of his must be uncovered and annihilated. Even a modicum of free will
is unacceptable. Nothing less than total subjugation; absolute capitulation;
the complete and unconditional submission to our will is acceptable. The
risks are too high. He must be psychologically gelded. Superman must be
broken down to a point where it will become inconceivable to him to even
think of using the word no' when he is told to do something by any one of
us. Total, unquestioning obedience to Lex Luthor must become that
cocksucker's reason for living. If we cannot reduce him to that point, then
he must be killed."

That last comment by Luthor's liaison to the Far East criminal syndicates
brought all conversation to an abrupt halt. Even some of the other
hardliners were taken aback by what the former Chinese gymnast had said.
Almost everyone, except Lex Luthor himself.

"Wu's right!" declared Luthor as he stood up from his seat.

"But, Lex ..." interjected Collin.

"Stop! Don't say anything else," said Luthor cutting off the 34 year old,
ex-Navy SEAL in mid sentence. "It's done. Collin, I've always relied on your
advice. I usually go with it; but this time the stakes are too high. The
discussion is over. This is nothing against you personally Collin. I trust
you with my life. But Wu is right. Superman must be completely broken. It's
the only way. Wu, Gunnar. I want you and doctor Naguib to take on this
assignment. I want that flying cocksucker reduced to a sniveling worm. I
want you to keep at him until he is totally subject to my will. But even
more than that, I want him to want to obey me. When I am pissing down his
throat, I want to look down into Superman's eyes and see nothing but joy,
awe and reverence. Am I clear?"

"Absolutely Lex," chimed in Clark Kent's treacherous intern, Lois Lane's 19
year old cousin, Gunnar. "I've gotten that faggot to do some amazing things
with this cock," continued the smug Swedish blond as he lewdly groped his
crotch. Taking that pathetic cocksucker down to nothing will be a pleasure.
Right guys?"

"Right!" exclaimed Naguib and Wu.

"When we finish with him, Superman will be nothing more than Lex Luthor's
lap dog," exclaimed Naguib.

"Don't disappoint me guys," said Luthor as he turned to leave the room. "I
don't want any interference with these guys and their work. Superman is off
limits to everyone except Naguib, Wu and Gunnar. Wu, you take the lead. Now,
get to work."

Wu, Gunnar and Naguib smiled at each other as they watched the rest of their
colleagues file out of Luthor's conference room. They were the hardest of
the hardline faction, and they had won. Superman was now their's.

"I'd like to get a good night's sleep before we begin conditioning our
cocksucking lab rat," said Wu when they were finally alone. "I have some
very specific ideas on how to completely and permanently destroy those
remaining vestiges of independence and free will; and I can't wait to hear
your hellish ideas for turning Superman into Lex's trained monkey. Let's get
together tomorrow morning around 10:00 AM to discuss Superman's course of
treatment. I'd like to start working on him around noon if possible. But
before we go I want to visit our little fag friend and help prepare him for
his final conversion."

A few minutes later the door of the elevator opened, and Superman's three
tormentors walked toward's their naked, immobilized prey.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't our favorite freelance cocksucker; the Great
Flying Faggot of Metropolis; our bullet-proof sperm bank from another
planet; the cum pirate of the seven seas; our ship sabotaging, sailor raping
criminal, Superman! How ya doing faggot? Remember me?" asked the ex-gymnast
from China who had played such a key role the night that Luthor's men had
slipped the biochemical cum-addiction cocktail into Superman's mouth. "I'm
sure you remember this," laughed Wu as he lewdly grabbed his crotch. "You
crawled across the fucking floor and begged me to let you suck on it. You
blew a fucking load all over the floor and my leg when I finally came in
your mouth, faggot! Remember that? I sure do; and my dick sure does. You do
suck one wicked cock!" Wu declared as he looked down on the captive and
vulnerable Man of Steel.

"The only problem is that you've forgotten who owns you, " Wu continued.
You've forgotten that you are Lex Luthor's property. You're only supposed to
suck the cocks we want you to suck. But you've been giving head for free.
That's not right. It's bad for business. Our organization has invested a lot
of money in you. You are one high-priced whore. If we let you give it away
for free; we're going to go out of business. That simply cannot be allowed
to happen. Me, Gunnar and Dr. Naguib here will be tallking to you about this
nasty free cocksucking habit tomorrow. We're just stopping by tonight to
make sure you get a good night's sleep."

"Doctor Naguib," said Wu, "Would you please bring the sleep assistance
helmet. We have to make sure that our friend here doesn't have his sleep
disturbed by any external noise or light."

Lying imprisoned in his Kryptonite restraints the Man of Steel groaned in
despair as Naguib produced the fiendish, lead-line, sensory control
contraption that Luthor's doctors' had so effectively used the day that they
had ruthlessly milked him dry of semen.

"Please, not that," the helpless Man of Steel pleaded as he remembered the
virtual world of homosexual horror he had been subjected to while imprisoned
by the helmet. "Please. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Not that thing," he
begged as he remembered how it had totally emptied his reproductive system
of all semen as it stimulated him into orgasm after orgasm until he was
completely dry. "Please don't."

"Don't worry about it Superman," said the smirking Chinese hunk as he slid
the wicked device over Superman's powerless to resist head. "We ain't gonna
milk that precious little dick of yours of its semen. You said you were
sorry for what you did, and you said you'd never do it again. This will help
you keep your promise. Relax." cooed the evil ex-gymnast as he strapped the
helmet firmly onto Superman's head.

The shudder that went through the magnificent and exposed body of the
captive Superhero told his three tormentors exactly what they wanted to
know. Superman was afraid.

"Please turn on the grey sound, Doctor Naguib," said Wu as he finished
fastening the virtual reality torture device to the Man of Steel's head.

Once he was certain that the monotonous grey sound was being broadcast into
the helmet, and totally preventing Superman's ultra sensitive hearing from
hearing any conversation occuring outside of the helmet, Wu turned and
addressed his colleagues. "Doctor Naguib and his colleagues used this
virtual reality mind fucking device to mentally masturbate our flying faggot
hear until those nuts of his were empty. I don't want to do that tonight. If
this faggot does cum it doesn't matter. What's important is that we soften
this cocksucker up psychologically as much as possible before we attempt to
completely break him tomorrow."

"I had the guys make several video tapes of that first night when we set up
and ambushed Superman in the vault and fed him his first cock. More
specifically I had our people make copies of just those portions of the
tapes that night when Superman Superman blew Lex, and experienced his first
orgasm, while swallowing Lex's cum," continued Wu. "I want that fucking
faggot to re-live that moment over and over again all night. Lex really
hammed it up that night while he was slipping Superman dick. The dialogue
was great. The surround screen inside the helmet will guarrantee that the
only thing Superman sees all night will be him sucking away on Lex Luthor's
cock. We shot video of Superman going down on Lex, and cumming with Lex's
cock in his mouth, from quite a few different angles. Our little boy toy
here is going to see himself for what he truly is -- Lex Luthor's
cocksucking slave.

"Do you think it will work?" asked the lanky blond Swede as he started down
at the spectacular but defenseless hunk.

"I think it will definitely soften him up for the coup d' grace against his
psyche. You see," Wu explained, "our little cum addict here hasn't had a
semen fix for over 48 hours. His physical craving for cum will only
intensify exponentially. This increasingly powerful need for cum will wreck
havoc with him mentally as well. He'll be willing to do almost anything just
to be able wrap his lips around a nice fat cock! Hell, he's even committed
criminal acts in order to get a load of dicksnot! That only shows how far
down we've taken our little cockwhore. Did you ever see what happens to a
junkie who can't get a fix? It ain't a pretty sight. Superman's head is
pretty messed up as it is. Collin was right. His mind is totally fucked up.
He sounded like a babbling idiot when Dr Reinhardt was interrogating him."

"After a night in that fucking helmet, especially when we pump in a steady
flow of low level Red Kyrptonite gas to disorient him a bit, Superman will
be putty in my hands. And with you two bastards at my side, we will creat a
new Superman, completely obedient to Lex Luthor and willing to commit
whatever act of vile perversion we desire. This is definitely going to be
fun," laughed Wu as he flipped several switches on the black electronic box
which controlled the helmet within which Superman's head was imprisoned.

"The program's running gentlemen. Let's get some sleep!"

Moments later the Omnivision-type, curved, surround screen attached to the
inside of the helmet came to life. No matter where Superman looked the only
thing he could see was a side view of himself, naked, sprouting an erection,
on his knees before Lex Luthor. A split second later Superman watched in
shame as Lex Luthor stepped forward and inserted his erect penis into
Superman's mouth. At the same time the surround sound system of the helmet
carried the voice of Lex Luthor declaring "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 video editors had done an excellent job with the incredible amount of
footage that Luthor's cameramen had taken that fateful night. Fantastic
close-ups showed the bullet shaped head of Superman's archnemesis's cock
zero in on the lips of the Kryptonian stud; effortlessly push them apart;
and then plunge into the unresisting, almost welcoming, mouth of the Man of
Steel. The degraded Superhero watched transfixed by despair as the rest of
Luthor's reproductive organ invaded Superman's mouth. The camera didn't pull
back until the forward thrust of Luthor's cock into Superman's mouth and
down his throat was halted when Superman's lips crashed into Luthor's hair
covered pubes.

The video not only reminded the vanquished Superhero of this terrible,
humiliating defeat, but it also provided seemingly incontrovertible proof
that Superman had been a participant in the act of fellatio. Both the video
and the audio revealed that the symbol of heterosexual manhood had actively
nursed on Lex Luthor's penis. Even worse, the damning video showed that
Superman's magnificent cock was in full erection while he debased himself on
Luthor's dick. And of course the nail in the coffin was the dramatic climax
showing Superman's turgid organ spewing out a huge load of Kryptonian super
spunk right after Lex's hard cock and dumped its wad of jizz into Superman's
mouth. The only logical conclusion that anyone viewing the video could reach
was that the Man of Steel truly was a committed cocksucker. This is the
precise message that Wu wanted to send to the mindfucked Superhero.

It was a message that was vividly repeated over and over again, from
different angles, throughout the entire night.

When the video tape of Superman's night of hell in the virtue reality helmet
was reviewed the next morning doctor Naguib, Gunnar and Wus could clearly
see some of the effects of Wu's softening up treatment. The awesome body of
the naked Kryptonian male, glistening with sweat, shook, shuddered and
twisted as the Man of Steel re-lived his night of defeat and degradation.
Superman's beautiful cock strained upwards as the over-stimulated,
cum-addicted pleasure centers of his brain demanded semen. Copious amount of
pre-cum dripped from Superman's urethra and flowed down into the dense, dark
hair that enshrouded the base of his fully engorged sex organ. Yey not a
single cum eruption came from Superman's cock since the sexually tormented,
semen-craving stud had been denied the one thing that he craved above all
else -- a load of human cum.

Each hellish minute on the table that night helped to further cement the
link between Superman and Lex Luthor's cock. Each scene of Luthor's cock
effortlessly penetrating Superman's lips only reinforced Luthor's solemn
pronouncement that night to the Kyrptonian stud "that you will only find
true happiness between the thighs of a man." It was as if Wu had succeeded
in recruiting Superman's own body as an ally in the fight to not only
totally conquer the Man of Steel, but to convert him into a willing, if not
enthusiastic, cocksucking slave for the Luthor organization. The odds
against the Superhero were overwhelming.

The unfortunate son of Kyrpton remained bound to the examing table and
trapped in the hellish sensory control helmet throughout the entire evening
and into early afternoon the next day. Robbed of his super powers by the
Green Kryptonite bonds; wracked by the excruciating demands of his body for
human semen; disoriented by the steady stream of Red Kryptonite gas; forced
to constantly relive each sickening moment of his oral rape by his
archenemy; and exhausted by the constantly recurring and seemingly
insatiable need for sexual release, the Man of Steel was now the most
vulnerble that he had ever been in his entire life when Wu, Gunnar and
doctor Naguib finally entered the laboratory around 1:00 PM the next day.

"Whoa, looks like somebody didn't have a very restful night," observed the
former gymnast pointing to the awesome sweat glistening body of Man of Steel
as he removed the dreadful helmet from Superman's head. "Although from the
looks of that pathetic thing you call a dick, you're ready to party some
more," continued Wu pointing to the captive Superhero's turgid penis.

"Please, no more" slurred the numbed Kyrptonian hunk as the faces of his
tormentors game into view. "I can't ... no more. Anything ... please. I'm
sorry. Don't. Please. Help. Anything."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Clark, Superman, or whatever you call yourself. We've
heard it all before," snapped Gunnar the 19 year old blond stud as he walked
up to the prostrate Man of Steel and grabbed his chin. Coldly looking into
the eyes of his exposed and vulnerable prey, Lois Lane's treacherous nephew
visciously ripped into Luthor's defenseless foe. "You are a fucking liar.
You fly around in your fucking fruitcake outfit telling the whole fucking
world that you stand for truth, justice and the American way. You wouldn't
know the truth if it bit you on the ass!" snarled the angry blond hunk.

"You gave me, Lex and our organization your solemn oath that you would obey
the ten simple rules that we gave you in exchange for keeping your
homosexuality secret. They weren't elaborate. They weren't complicated. You
swore to obey them. And what happens? The first time that you were allowed
to go out by Mr. Luthor without supervision as a sign of his trust in you;
you betrayed him. Your word is worth a damn!"

"We have dozens of real men who are ready to dump a cum wad down your
cocksucking throat anytime you want to suck on a dick. We can satisfy your
abominable homo desires any time, night or day. But what did you do? You
went freelance on us. You fucking gave it away. A whore doesn't do her pimp
any good if she gives it away. By your own words you've acknowledged that
you are nothing more than Lex Luthor's whore. Some of us bring money into
the Luthor organization through embezzlement; others commit fraud; while you
bring in money by sucking cock. It's a disgusting, repugnant thing that you
do, but it's it helps cover expenses."

"That day in your apartment when I finally allowed you to suck me off, you
swore that the only cocks you would suck were cocks provided by Lex Luthor
and our organization. Do you remember that?" screamed the 19 year old Swede.
"Answer me, faggot!"

"Please ..." whispered the Man of Steel.

"I said, Do you remember?" yelled Gunnar glaring contemptuously into the
fear tinged eyes of the distraught Superhero.

"Yes, but ..."

"Shut the fuck up, you lying cunt!" snapped the blue eyed stud as he cut off
the Man of Steel.

"We're going to get to the bottom of this once and for all. You aren't
leaving this table until you've bared your soul; acknowledged your
loathesome perversion; and truly accepted the fact that you will spend the
rest of your life sucking cock for Lex Luthor. Let's get started gentlemen,"
said the smirking former intern of the Daily Planet.

Before the despondent Man of Steel could respond, an unseen hand draped a
Green Kryptonite embedded cloth across his throat, with the part most
saturated with Kyrptonite directly over the larynx of the Man of Steel.

"Bu..." was all that escape from the Man of Steel before his voice box was
shut down by the debilitating radiation from the Green Kryptonite.

"That will keep him quiet," said doctor Naguib as he finished securing the
cloth on the neck of the Kryptonian stud.

The disoriented and panic stricken Superhero could only watch in mute
helplessness as the smiling face of his sinister Chinese abuser came into
view at the far end of the examining table, while from the corner of his eye
the Kryptonian hunk could see the lanky 19 year old blond begin to remove
his shoes and trousers. Superman's pathetic attempt to beg for forgiveness
came to naught as his Kryptonite paralyzed larynx failed to produce his
final plea.

As the eyes of the handsome Kryptonian stud frantically switched back and
forth betwee Wu and Gunnar, the hapless Man of Steel's brain was assaulted
by a relentless stream of powerful and conflicting emotions. Each glance at
the sadistic Chinese ex-gymnast triggered intense fear and revulsion as the
defenseless Superhero remembered his earlier encounters with Luthor's cruel
henchman, while each glance at the disrobing Swedish hunk simultaneously
brought on intense waves of wanton lust and intense shame. The ambitious 19
year old had surpassed all of Luthor's associates in devising ways to
humiliated and degrade Luthor's archnemesis. Superman hated the young hunk
for what he had done to him in his own bed and bathroom, but the Man of
Steel also knew that he would do anything to be allowed the privilege of
wrapping his lips around Gunnar's cock.

The Man of Steel's fixation on Gunnar's crotch was abruptly broken when he
felt his legs being lifted upwards and apart by the two Kryptonite filled
hollowed steel bindings.

"Time for a pussy probe," laughed the giddy Chinese stud as he activated a
small hoist in the ceiling that began to slowly lift the powerfully built,
yet powerless to resist, legs of the Man of Steel upwards and outwards,
forming a magnificent "V" of awesome male flesh. As the hoist continue to
work, more and more of the smooth, alabaster buttocks of the Man of Steel
came into view, displaying more and more of Superman to the cold stare of
Luthor's agent. Soon the legs of the captive Superhero were fully splayed;
exposing his virtually impenetrable sphincter; and adding to Superman's
increasing sense of vulnerability.

With his voice box muted by the lethal ray of Kyrptonite, the completely
defenseless Kryptonian hunk shuddered and broke out in a cold, panic driven
sweat as he stared into Wu's unfeeling eyes. He was truly terrified. The
indescribable torment caused by the long hours of semen deprivation, coupled
with the endless video reliving of Luthor's cock's defilement of his mouth,
had completely shattered the Man of Steel's self-image; psyche and will. He
would do anything they wanted just to relieve the insatiable hunger for cum
that clawed at him. There was no act of degradation he wouldn't endure just
to be allowed to suck on the penis of a human male. He would betray
everything he stood for, and everyone he loved, for the ejaculate of one
male. He would submit to any demand Wu, Gunnar, Dr. Naguib or Luthor made.
He wanted to surrender to them unconditionally, but the Kryptonite lying on
top of his larynx prevented him from doing so. Luthor and his henchman had
finally won, but there was no way that Superman could tell them of their
victory.

As tears of frustration began to stream from his eyes, Superman's view
suddenly changed dramatically when the lithe body of the blond Swedish hunk
suddenly plopped down on his chest. Superman's field of vision was instantly
changed from his own legs framing Wu's smirking face to Gunnar's genitals
framed by his blond hair flecked thighs. The 19 year old, who had stripped
from the waist down, once again sat in a commanding position over the
captive Superhero.

Grabbing a fistful of the handsome Kryptonian hunk's dark hair with his left
hand, the triumphant Swedish stud yanked Superman's head forward, hefted his
balls with his right and asked "Remember these? Bet you'd like them to fill
your mouth with my cum, wouldn't you cocksucker?"

The 19 year old was utterly astonished when the vanquished Man of Steel
nodded, silently mouthed the word "yes," and immediately extended his tongue
in an attempt to lick Gunnar's ballsack. The Man of Steel's subservience so
surprised the young stud that he was momentarily speechless. He just sat
their bare assed astride the powerful pectoral muscles of the Superhero
watching Superman's tongue struggle in vain to lap his testicles. Superman
had obeyed without hesitancy.

As he inched upwards on the Man of Steel's chest, so that his testicle sack
was just beyond the reach of Superman's straining tongue, Gunnar looked over
his shoulder at Wu and observed "We may be making some progress here. Fag
boy just tried to lick my balls. I'm serious. He looks like he's gonna give
his tongue a hernia the way he's trying to get at em. You want those nuts,
don't ya faggot?" Gunnar asked as he turned back to stare at Superman's
face.

Once again, the word "yes" was clearly mouthed by the captive Man of Steel.

"Good," interrupted Wu who was still positioned in between Superman's
hoisted and splayed legs. "Maybe this won't take too long." continue the
leering Chinese hunk as he dipped his right hand and arm into a container of
green colored gel held by Dr. Naguib. It was the same mixture of finely
pulverized Green Kryptonite and clear gel that Lex's doctors had used to
open up Superman's sphincter when they were conducting their humiliating
medical examination of the vanquished Superhero. It was all based on the
same ass-cracking technique used by Lieutenant Bombata of the Nigerian Army,
whose cock bore the honor of being the first to fuck the up to then never
before penetrated sphincter of the Kryptonian hunk. Wu was determined to
dramatically demonstrate to the Man of Steel just how vulnerable he had
become. Only this time it would be something much larger than an erect penis
or a sigmoidoscope that Wu was determined to shove into the bowels of the
pitiful Superhero. Wu wanted Superman to finally understand that not only
had Luthor's forces defeated him, but that they held his very life in their
hands.

While the malevolent Wu went about preparing for his assault on the Man of
Steel, the dethroned symbol of heterosexual masculinity was completely
fixated on the delicious feast that lay just beyond the reach of his hungry
for cum tongue. So intense was his need for the contents of Gunnar's
testicles that he was simply incapable of focusing on Gunnar's conversation
with Wu. The only thing that mattered to Superman right now was cum; human
semen. He could feel the warm ballsack on his chest. His ultrasensitive
nostrils flared as they sucked in the erotic vapors emitted from the Swedish
stud's groin. Superman's eyes were locked onto the urethra at the end of the
19 year old's flaccid cock; a constant reminder of just how close he was to
receiving the liquid he wanted more than life itself. It was as if the rest
of the world had ceased to exist. The vanquished Superhero's universe
consisted solely of the hair enshrouded genitalia that lay just beyond his
reach. The utterly mind fucked Kryptonian stud was completely unaware of the
events that were transpiring at the other end of the table in between his
legs.

After having coated his arm as far up as the top of his bicep with the light
green gel, Luthor's Chinese henchman gathered a final large glob of the
substance at the tips of the three fingers in the middle of his right hand.
As Dr. Naguib removed the container of gel, the callous ex-gymnast thrust
his hand forward until the fingers with the glob of green gel were just
outside of Superman's fully exposed sphincter. This particular Kryptonian
muscle was strong enough to stop a bullet, or a steel pipe, or even a
diamond tipped drill bit, but as Lieutenant Bombata and Lex's doctors
discovered, the hitherto impenetrable barrier could not resist the lethal
rays of Green Kryptonite.

With a final push forward, Wu brought the glob of gel into direct contact
with the powerful sphincter and immediately began massaging the deadly
substance into the tight ring of Kryptonian flesh. Wu was in no hurry to
break through this formidable line of defense. He was content to slowly work
the strength sapping substance against the entire surface area of Superman's
sphincter, knowing full well that the guardian to Superman's nether region
would ultimately be defeated by the substance.

With all of his attention concentrated on Gunnar's cock, which the smug
Swede had begun to stroke just before Wu's fingers came into contact with
Superman's ass ring, the Man of Steel was oblivious to the softening up
attack that was underway against his sphincter. It was as if an unseen enemy
was secretly weakening the great door to a powerful castle. When the attack
came, the door would be breached and the impregnable fortress would fall.

As the diabolical Chinese hunk continued his subtle undermining of
Superman's lower defenses, he scoped additional quantities of the potent gel
onto his massaging finger tips to maintain the intensity of the attack and
to replace the gel that dripped down Superman's crack. But not all of the
loss of Kryptonite tainted gel was the result of surface run-off. As the
Wu's fingers continued to rub, a hair line thin fissure, undetectable by the
human eye, opened up at the very center of Superman's last line of defense
as the powerful ass muscle gradually yielded to the inexorable force of the
Kruptonite. As the fissure opened, microscopic amounts of the green gel
slipped through the opening, entering Superman's rectum and accelerating the
muscle weakening process. Once the first droplets of gel slipped by the
Superhero's failing guardian, the fissure in its center began to widen. It
was the case of the hole in the dike. Once the initial breach had occurred,
the complete failure of the defensive system was inevitable.

Wu detected the weakening of the Superhero's portal, but did not press his
advantage. As a matter of fact, he actually reduced the pressure he was
applying to the Man of Steel's butt muscle lest one of his fingers slip
inside prematurely. The patient Asian stud just smiled; nodded approvingly
at Dr. Naguib, and added more and more of the potent gel to his finger tips.
It was soon obvious to Wu that more of the potent substance was entering the
rectum of the Man of Steel than was dripping down the crack of his
magnificent buttocks. It wouldn't be much longer.

By this time Gunnar's cock had achieved complete erection. As the pale tower
of man flesh towered over his face, the forlorn Kryptonian stud began to
salivate copiously in response to his irresisible need to suck on the 19
year old's reproductive organ. From the side Dr. Naguib watched in utter
amazement as the debased Man of Steel began to drool down the side of his
face as his seemingly permanently extended tongue facilitated the escape of
saliva from Superman's mouth.

"He's hungry for it, stud," observed the doctor as he caught Gunnar's eye
and glanced towards the drooling Superhero. "If this isn't proof that
Superman is a faggot, then nothing is," he continued as he watched Gunnar
lower his hard cock so that it hovered even closer to the mouth of the cum
crazed Superhunk.

"You really need this baby, don't you?" asked the smug blond stud as stared
contemptuously into Superman's eyes. "You really are a cocksucker, aren't
you?" he asked as he dipped a finger tip into the pool of pre-cum that had
formed at the end of his cock, and then thrust the pre-cum moistened
fingertip against Superman's left nostril.

Superman's whole body shuddered with frustrated desire as his mouth silently
formed the words, "yes," "please," "help me," yes."

Withdrawing the cock a bit the proud 19 year old smiled wickedly and said,
"Not much longer, cocksucker. You're almost there. You've got a little spark
of independence left in you, but once we burn that out -- and it won't be
too much longer -- we'll give you all the cock your faggotty little mouth
desires. You're so close, but you've got a little hang up with obedience.
Once we get past that barrier, your life will make sense to you. You'll know
your place. And you will never be without a cock to suck again. That's what
you want Superman, isn't it? You want to obey Mr. Luthor, don't you? You
want him to protect your dirty little secret. You want to make Mr. Luthor
happy."

As the Man of Steel nodded a broad smile broke out across the face of the
triumphant young blond hunk. "Good," said the ecstatic 19 year old as he
swiped his cock slit with his finger tip and placed a droplet of his pre-cum
onto the tongue of the Man of Steel. "See how nice we can be when you accept
what you are," observed the arrogant hunk as he watched an __expression of
joy flash across Superman's face as the cum starved Kryptonian stud tasted
the sacred fluid. "You're almost there. It won't be much longer ..."

Gunnar's taunting monologue was abruptly interrupted when an __expression of
pure terror swept across the face of the Man of Steel. The __expression of
joy triggered by the droplet of pre-cum, was replaced by horror and agony.
Even though it was imprisoned by the Kryptonite lined clamps, the awesome
body of the Man of Steel began to buck, shake,writhe and spasm. Superman's
startled 19 year old tormentor had to grab a hold of the Superhero's head in
order to keep from being tossed onto the floor. It was as if a docile mare
had suddenly been transformed into a bucking bronco.

Turning his head the young Swedish stud soon saw the reason for the sudden
change in the Man of Steel. Behind him was the sweating face of his Chinese
cohort, framed by Superman's spectacular legs. As the body of the Superhero
broke into a cold sweat while continuing to buck and spasm, Gunnar looked
down and saw the cause of the dramatic transformation of the Man of Steel.
The entire right hand of the Chinese stud was buried inside of the
magnificent ass of the Man of Steel. Wu was fisting Superman, just as they
had planned all along!

Wu had been carefully following Gunnar's monolog while simultaneously
guaging the degree to which Superman's sphincter had been weakened by the
non-stop massaging with the Green Kryptonite tainted gel. From the volume of
gel that had been disappearing into the rectum of the captive Man of Steel,
Wu had judged that particular moment was the time to launch his viscious
suprise attack against the captive hunk. It had taken every ounce of
strength he could muster, but with one determined thrust the sadistic
criminal had succeeded in wedging his entire hand inside of Superman's
buttocks. Even in defeat, the pressure generated by the breached guardian
was incredible. Wu's wrist felt as if it were caught in a vice. But once the
penetration had begun, Wu was determined to complete it in spite of the
throbbing pain in his wrist. Using his free hand, the quick thinking Chinese
torturer slathered handfuls of the Green Kryptonite gel at the juncture of
his wrist and Superman's sphincter. Finally, after what seemed to be an
eternity, the incredible pressure on his wrist began to ease up a bit,
allowing him to insert even more of his arm into the debauched Superhero's
hole.

The Man of Steel had never experienced such a pain in his entire life.
Excruciating was simply an inadequate term to describe what he was feeling.
Held captive by the powerful Kryptonite laced clamps; his voice muted by the
Kryptonite saturated cloth that lay over his larynx; and his iron will
broken by Luthor's conditioning and his prolonged ordeal of semen
deprivation, the defenseless Superhero simply dissolved into an
uncontrollable flood of tears. A torrent of rarely seen Kryptonian tears
streamed out of Superman's eyes as his magnificent body was wracked by
intense, but silent sobs. As the arm of the sadistic Chinese gymnast plunger
ever deeper into his body, the pitiful Superhero could do nothing but endure
the hideous pain.

For the first time in his life, Superman understood that his very existence
was in the hands of others. Whether he lived or died depended upon a
sadistic Chinese gangster; an arrogant 19 year old male; a callous
physician; and a ruthless master criminal. None of his good deeds meant
anything. None of the countless thousands he had helped over the years could
save him. None of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was completely
submitting to the will of these men. Only total submission would would save
him. If he obeyed them, they would let him live. Yes, if he turned his life
over to them, they would take care of him. Yes, thought the nearly pain
maddened captive, submit and they will take care of me. They could be kind.
Hadn't the young blond man allowed him to taste a droplet of pre-cum? A
really cruel man wouldn't have done that for him. Yes, that was an act of
kindness. They were doing this for his own good. He had been ungrateful
going off on his own. Yes, he, Superman, was the one who was wrong. He had
raped the Polish sailor. He had sucked off all those men in the video store.
Lex Luthor had kept his filthy secret from the public, and had supplied him
with all of the cock he could possibly want, yet he, Superman, had selfishly
gone out seeking dick on his own. It was suddenly becoming very to clear to
him. His entire life before that fateful encounter in the basement vault had
been a fraud. Luthor had forced him to confront that fraud. Yes, now it made
sense to him. Although in the beginning Superman had bitterly resented what
Lex and his gang members had done to him, it was because he didn't
understand. They knew what was best for him. It was all making sense. His
superstud image was a complete sham. His heterosexuality was an utter fraud.
His masculinity was completely bogus. Both Jorel and the Kents had lied to
him. He wasn't suposed to serve and protect mankind. He was supposed to
service men. He wasn't supposed to stand proudly above the cities of Earth.
He was supposed to kneel meekly before its men. The pictures of him flying
proudly across the sky only served to perpetuate the fraud. Pictures of him
on his knees with a hard cock thrust into his mouth were his real portraits.
Everything suddenly made sense. This was for his own good.

The look of pain that had spread across the Man of Steel's face, was
suddenly replaced by one of peace and acquiescence. The violent thrashing of
his body suddenly eased as the Man of Steel mentally capitulated and
accepted his fate. As the violent thrashing stopped Wu noticed that
Superman's legs were actually moving further outward -- a move that would
only facilitate Wu's fisting of the Superhero. Wu was absolutely dumpfounded
when he felt the magnificent buttocks of Luthor's archnemesis actually push
downward against his butt encapsulated arm, an unmistakeable sign of a
desire to have more of his gel coated arm inserted into Superman's ass.

"Whoa," said Wu as he watched Superman's beautiful buttcheeks willingly
impaled themselves on his arm. "This is unfucking believable! Gunnar, check
this out."

"We did it Wu," observed the young Swede as he studied Superman's face. "We
broke him. He's ours. This is incredible. What shall we do next?"

"Take that Kyrptonite soaked cloth off of his throat. I think its time to
talk with our new pet," said Wu as he began to slowly and gently piston his
gel coated fist in and out of the totally violated hole of the Man of Steel.

Dr. Naguib, who had been standing along side the table, immediately removed
the larynx paralyzing cloth from the smooth throat of the handsome
Kryptonian male.

"Hey cocksucker," said the 19 year softly as he stroked the cheek of the Man
of Steel tenderly. "Looks like you're ready for some cock. Am I right?" he
asked looking directly into Superman's eyes.

"Yes. Yes I am Gunnar. May I please suck on your cock?" asked the Man of
Steel in a voice of deep quiet sincerity.

"I think we can arrange for that." replied the 19 year old hunk as he smiled
down on his prize captive. "Do you mind if Wu keeps fucking you?"

"No, not at all,' Superman replied. "It hurts a great deal, but I understand
that he is doing it because it is best for me. I didn't understand before,
but I do now,"continued the totally subjugated Man of Steel. "I was arrogant
and vain. I didn't appreciate what you were all trying to do for me. I
apologize. I now know and accept what I am. I know my place. I now
understand why I was sent to this planet. I am sorry for the problems I
caused you and Mr. Luthor. Wu can do whatever he wants to do to me. I would
just like to be able to thank him when he is done. I think I know how I can
express my gratitude to him.

"You mean by sucking him off?" Gunnar asked.

"Yes. He might like that," replied the completely docile Superhunk.

"He might," replied the young hunk as he gently caressed Superman's face.
"He might."

Gunnar sat on Superman's chest for the next ten minutes, slowly playing with
himself, while Wu continued to slowly fistfuck the Man of Steel's
magnificent ass. Superman's eyes never left the phallus as the 19 year old
leisurely stroked it. Wu would periodically ask the vanquished Superhero if
it hurt and whether or not Wu should continue fisting him. Both questions
were quietyly answered affirmatively by the formerly spirited Kryptonian
stallion. Yes in many ways the Man of Steel had been transformed from a
proud stallion into an obedient member of the herd. His spirit of
independence was gone forever; he would spend the rest of his life in the
service of those who had broken him.

Wu enjoyed fisting the Man of Steel in a way he had never expected to enjoy.
Strictly heterosexual, shoving his fist up some faggot's ass wasn't Wu's way
of getting off. But this case was very different. Wu, the son of Chinese
peasants, had just helped defeat, conquer and defile the most powerful male
on the planet. The man, in whose ass his arm was embedded, had the physical
power to literally smash Wu into atoms. Yet there he was lying on his back,
softly moaning, while Wu stripped every remaining shred of masculinity from
him. Wu's victory was all the more incredible in that he had not only helped
to overthrow the Man of Steel, but had succeeded in converting him. This was
the complete subjugation of the epitome of masculinity. It was the ultimate
power trip. It was a moment to be savored.

As he reluctantly withdrew his slick arm from its rectal sheath, Wu nodded
to Dr. Naguib that it was time to clean out the rectum of the Man of Steel.
The last thing on earth that Wu and Luthor wanted would be for Superman to
succumb to Green Kyrptonite poisoning. Superman was going to be the crown
jewel in Lex Luthor's criminal empire. The conquest of Superman was the most
spectacular achievement in the history of criminality. He was an asset that
had to be protected.

As with his previous douches, Superman's restraints were removed, and he was
helped into the shower by Dr. Naguib and Wu. The Kryptonian hunk was
exhausted and still weak from the Kyrptonite gel that remained in his gut.
It took a while, but with the help of a high pressure hose that was
initially inserted directly into the still open sphincter of the Man of
Steel, all traces of the lethal green substance were flushed out of the
rectum of the son of Krpton. The only thing that remained before presenting
the completely tamed and now willingly submissive Superhero to Lex and his
top associates, was to allow the handsome Kryptonian hunk the privilege of
sucking Gunnar's dick.

It was a very revealing drama that played itself out once Superman had been
thoroughly cleaned up and dried. Gunnar, who had gotten dressed while
Superman was being cleaned, slowly walked up to the Man of Steel. Not a word
was spoken as Gunnar looked into Superman's eyes and nodded. A look of deep
gratitude appeared on Superman's face as he quietly whispered "thank you,"
and began to descend to the floor. The unspoken ritual of surrender was
underway as the physically indominable Kryptonian male submissively dropped
to his knees, extended his hand and unzipped the fly of his young master.
Naguib and Wu watched silently as the dethroned icon of heterosexual
masculinity gently removed the hard, fleshly penis of the blond stud from
its underwear cover, and brought the proud organ into the light. Gunnar
looked down in silent triumph as the head of his penis was gently kissed by
transformed son of Krypton.

Looking up into the smiling face of his benefactor, the Man of Steel felt as
if he had been reborn. This was so natural to be on his knees before this
man. This was so right, he thought as he stared upwards with gratitude at
the real man who towered over him. For the first time in a very long, long
time, the Man of Steel felt secure. His self-doubts had vanished. The
feelings of hate, fear and shame that had dogged him since that first night
in the vault were no more. This is where he belonged. Look at how masculine
Gunnar looks, Superman thought as he looked upwards into the face of the
smiling 19 year old. Look how proud his cock is, observed Superman as the
rigid male organ twitched in anticipation of entering the Kryptonian hunk's
mouth. Look how powerful that awesome symbol of manhood is. I feel so safe
looking up at it. It's like a divinely created arrow, pointing me in the
right direction; guiding me; ruling over me; giving me purpose in life. It's
like a deity who is destined to rule over me. It's incredible that he would
allow a loathesome creature such as myself to commune with that magnificent
piece of flesh. How extraordinarily generous and kind of him to allow me to
partake of this divine shaft's seed, thought Superman as he pressed the
warm, velvety head of the phallic missile against his lips. I must make
certain to please him and to make up for the disrepect I showed him and his
shaft in the past.

The 19 year old hunk was exhilarated beyond words as he watched the
mightiest male in the universe form his powerful lips into an oval and place
those lips onto the very tip of his straining cock. And it was with utter
contentment that the smiling blond stud watched as his cock passed
effortlessly through the tightly clenching lips of his Kryptonian fellator
as Superman slowly impaled himself on his new phallic god. The feel of
Superman's tongue sliding underneath his hard shaft was out of this world.
The sensation of his young cock colliding with the back of the throat of the
Man of Steel and then beginning its descent into Superman's willing throat
was exhilarating. Feeling his scrotum come to a rest against the chin of
Luthor's subjugated foe was awesome. Watching his blond pubes form an
obscene mustache on the upper lip of the Kyptonian Superstud made the blond
Swede almost giddy. Gunnar was on the ultimate power trip of his life, and
it was a trip he fully intended to take over and over and over again for
many, many years. Oh, he would lay his share of hot women before eventually
marrying the right one, but none of that would prevent him from re-enacting
this scene with Superman again and again. Yup, these nuts will make enough
juice to satisfy any woman, and to keep this faggot well fed, he thought as
he felt Superman begin to slowly piston his lips up and down the entire
length of Gunnar's cock.

Superman's silent oral adjulation of Gunnar's cock continued for nearly half
an hour. Although his craving for semen was almost unbearable, his desire to
serve his generous benefactor was equally as powerful. Pleasing the hot
Swedish stud was the most important thing he could do thought Superman as he
lavished oral attention on the hard studly organ. If he did this right, he
knew that Lex and the others might reward him with additional cocksucking
privileges. He had to please this young stud at all costs.

Unlike any of the previous blowjobs Superman had been coerced into giving,
this one was different. The transformed Kyrptonian hunk genuinely tried to
please the blond stud whose cock was now dominating Superman's life. He
recalled all of the various fellatio enhancement techniques he had been
forced to study by Luthor and his henchmen. The debased Man of Steel
employed all of them as he slavishly suctioned away on the hard slab of dick
that now ruled his mouth. Lavish attention was paid to the young Swede's
cockhead by the tongue of the anxious to please Superhero. Gunnar's urethra
-- the portal through which the semen Superman so desperately needed -- was
repeatedly visited by the tip of Superman's tongue. Even the sides of the 19
year old's fuckpump got special service from the Man of Steel's powerful
lips. And when the blond stud occasionally removed his well-sucked rod from
Superman's mouth, and silently pointed to his scrotum, the Man of Steel
unhesitatingly lavished them with oral attention.

The head Gunnar received that day from Superman was the best suck job the
young stud had ever received in his life. None of the previous blowjobs he
had forced the Man of Steel to perform had come close to this one. It was
obvious from Superman's skilful use of his tongue, the suction he applied,
and the depth into his throat which he plunged Gunnar's cock, that Superman
truly wanted to please his young master. The super man had become the super
cocksucker.

Although Gunnar wanted the blowjob to last forever, even he was eventually
forced to yield to the skilled, determined and relentless cocksucking of the
former icon of heterosexual maleness. The pleasure he was receiving from
Superman's mouth was just too much and soon the young stud's body was
demanding release. The horny 19 year old held back as long as he could but
even he was unable to withstand the voracious cocksucking of the awesome
Kryptonian male who knelt at his feet. He had to let go!

Superman had been paying particular attention to the under surface of the
blond stud's cockhead, when the incredibly aroused Swede let loose. A large
blast of warm gooey semen shot out of the tip of the young male's cockhead
instantly flooding the tastebud laden surface of Superman's eager for cum
tongue. This was followed by a series of sperm loaded cum wads which rapidly
filled the mouth of the cocksucking Superhero.

Looking from the Wu and Naguib saw an expresion of incredibly joy break out
across the face of the debauched Man of Steel as Gunnar emptied his nuts
into Superman's mouth. Wu quietly slapped the ejaculating Swede on the back
and whispered "Mission accomplished. He's ours." as Wu looked down on the
pathetic cum swallowing Superhero sucking away on the 19 year old's semen
jettisoning organ.

Once the eager to please subservient hunk detected the warm, viscous male
juice's presence in his mouth, he immediately began lapping at the spewing
cockhead, anxious to savor every drop of the fluid he craved. With
superhuman efficiency each syrupy wad of Gunnar's semen was tasted, lapped
to the back of Superman's mouth and eagerly swallowed by the cum addicted
Kryptonian male. When the hunk continued to ejaculate, the debased Superhero
finally impaled himself on the Swede's firm cock, burying its still spewing
head deep inside of his throat. With the cockhead trapped inside of
Superman's powerful throat, the now shameless cocksucker wrapped his lips
around the base of the 19 year old's cock and gently nursed on the proud rod
in order to make sure that it gave up every single one of its sperm.

Even after the orgasm had ended, Superman kept working his well experienced
lips along the whole length of the shaft until not a single drop of the
sperm enriched juice remained with it. The blissfully exhausted Swede had to
physically remove his cock from its Kyrptonian lip prison.

As Superman's cum addicted pleasure centers detected the presence of semen
in his bloodstream, they triggered a deep sense of joy and pleasure
throughout the body of the defiled Man of Steel. Looking up past the
softening penis and into Gunnar's eyes the transformed Man of Steel once
again whisper "thank you," before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss
of gratitude on the head of the penis that had once again desecrated him. "I
finally understand," whispered the Man of Steel. Pointing to his knees and
then gesturing upwards towards the smiling male who towered over him,
Superman quietly observerd, "this is where I belong."

Wu, Dr. Naguib and Gunnar quickly exchanged glances that proclaimed victory,
triumph and deep satisfaction. Their stars would be riding very high in the
Luthor organization.

"We're glad that you finally understand, Superman," said Wu in a calm and
controlled voice. "It's taken you quite awhile to accept what you are.
You've come a long, long way. Everyone needs to find his place in life. Now
that you've found yours, your life will be so much simpler. Lex will be
really happy to hear the good news," Wu continued. "And I'm sure you'd like
to tell him yourself. We'll take you to him in a little while, but first we
have to take care of a few things, starting with this," said the grinning
Chinese gymnast as he walked up to the Man of Steel and unzipped his fly.
"You know what do to Superman."

A few seconds later Superman extracted the hardening rod of Chinese hunk,
enveloped it in his mouth, and began performing the ritual he had performed
so many times in the past. Only this time there was no revulsion; no sense
of humiliation; no disgust; and no shame. There was only submission;
complete, total, unconditional and blissful submission.

As the conquered Man of Steel docilely fellated the triumphant Chinese stud,
Wu turned to his two colleagues. "Gunnar, please call Lex and the others.
Tell them Superman will be ready to present himself to them in about an
hour. Naguib, when I'm done with our cocksucking friend here, why don't you
give him a taste of Egyptian cock. After you've fed him, we'll need to
spruce him up a bit and make him presentable to Lex."

"Ain't life grand?" observed the smiling ex-gymnast as he reached down and
tousled the hair of the degraded Superhero who quietly nursed away on Wu's
cock. Looking down at Superman as the mighty hunk's lips obediently worked
up and down on the saliva coated rod, Wu answered his own question: "Yes!"