Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2004 02:09:50 +0000
From: Hector Oppenheimer <oppilate@hotmail.com>
Subject: Superman Suck Slave (Ch.11) (MMMMM/M, Oral, NC, Celeb)

The following story is the eleventh 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.11) (MMMMM/M, Oral, NC, Celeb)


It was a very different Man of Steel who followed several steps behind Wu
Chao, Gunnar and Dr. Naguib as Luthor's three henchmen strode trimphantly
into Lex's conference room.  Even though he was once again clad in his
universally recognized cape and outfit, the aura of self-confidence,
righteous assertiveness and power that had always emanated from the
handsome Kryptonian stud was gone. The male who was led before the Luthor
organization's hierarchy was the image of hesitancy and submissiveness.
Even the stature of the Superhero had changed dramatically.  The hallmark
characteristics of the Man of Steel -- a proud stride, thrown back
shoulders, and a determined look -- were nowhere to be seen.  The body
language of the softly-treading male who quietly entered the room now
transmitted a message of servility, timidity, obedience and submission.

The scene that was unfolding in Luthor's conference room was reminiscent of
the Roman triumphs which were held to celebrate the defeat of a powerful
foe -- the victorious general leading the way, followed by the prize
captives and the looted booty.  In this case Luthor's defeated foe was both
the captive and the booty.  Although the vanquished Superhero was not
physically shackled as the prisoners of the Romans had been, the
psychological chains Luthor and his men had wrapped around the Man of Steel
held him in complete bondage.  The dethroned Man of Steel had been reduced
to nothing more than a mere possession of Lex Luthor.  Superman's defeat
had been total.

The furniture of the conference room had been hastily rearranged for
Superman's presentation to Lex Luthor.  The large conference table was
shoved up against the far wall of the room, while the chairs had been
arranged into an inverted "V" with Luthor's chair at the apex, raised a
foot higher than the rest.  Along each arm of the inverted "V" sat the
members of the Luthor organization's hierarchy.  The two chairs immediately
to the right of Luthor's and the chair to his immediate left were vacant;
reserved for Wu Chao, Gunnar and Dr. Naguib in recognition of what they had
achieved less than two hours earlier.

When Luthor's three associates who had engineered the final breaking of the
Man of Steel reached the beginning of the inverted "V" arrangement, the
lanky blond Swede turned his head and glared at the superhuman male he had
just helped to break.  A look of trepidation swept across the face of Lex
Luthor's hitherto formidable adversary, and Superman immediately stopped in
his tracks, his eyes frantically seeking some kind of instruction from any
of the other males arrayed in front of him.  When no immediate signal came,
the powerful Superhero just stood still nervously watching Gunnar, Wu Chao
and Dr. Naguib as they proceded to the apex of the inverted "V" and took
their seats on either side of Lex Luthor.

The entire room was completely silent as Luthor sat on his elevated throne
looking at his completely subjugated foe and thinking of the innumerable
defeats Lex had suffered at the hands of the Man of Steel over the years.
But every one of those painful defeats were fading into irrelevancy as
Luthor savored the moment of his final victory over Superman -- a victory on
a scale he had never imagined possible.  Superman was now his; and Lex was
determined to fully exploit his new possession.

The anxious Kryptonian Superstud breathed an audible sigh of relief when he
finally saw Luthor nod and glance at an area of the floor a few feet in
front of Luthor's seat.  Superman knew instinctively that he was to go to
that spot and completely submit to the man who would now absolutely rule
his life.  The next few steps would be the last independent actions taken
by the Man of Steel before he surrendered unconditionally to Lex Luthor.
It only took him a few moments to reach that spot.

The time of the capitulation was at hand.

Upon reaching the invisible spot on the floor where Luthor's glance had
fallen, the Man of Steel apprehensively raised his head before finally
looking into the eyes of the man who was about to possess both his body and
his soul.  Luthor's eyes blazed with triumph as they bored into the defeat
marked eyes of his up to now indefatigable foe.  This was a moment to be
savored!

Finally, after what seemed to have been an eternity for the vanquished
Superhero, Luthor once again nodded his head, and the most formidable male
on the entire planet fell submissively to his knees, bowing his head in
complete subservience.

"I understand that you have something to say to me, Superman," said Luthor
as he stared down coldly at his conquered foe.

"Yes," whispered the Man of Steel as he raised his head slightly and
glanced up nervously at his new master.

"Well, what is it that you have to say?  Please speak up.  There are no
secrets in this room.  What you want to say to me, can be shared with all
of these men," continued Luthor as he gestured towards the large group of
gang members who filled the room.  "What is it that you have to say?"

"I'm sorry," stammered the broken Man of Steel as he struggled to put his
feelings into words.  "I'm sorry for all of the trouble that I've caused
you.  I apologize for everything that I've ever done to you and your
organization.  I apologize for not believing you when you told me that I
was a homosexual."

"A what?" snapped Luthor.

"A cocksucker.  A cocksucker," the vanquished Superhero quickly corrected
himself, as he realized the magnitude of the egregious error he had just
committed. "I'm a cocksucker.  I'm sorry for not believing you when you
told me I was a cocksucker.  You were right from the very beginning.  I am
a cocksucker.  I just didn't realize it for all of those many years.  I now
understand the truth.  Everything about my life up to now has been a
complete lie.  I see that now.  Please forgive me for doubting your word.
I will never do it again.  It's just such a horrible thing to accept.  I am
so terribly ashamed of what I am.  I don't understand why you would want to
have anything to do with me.  And I don't understand why you've kept my
filthy affliction secret given all of the awful problems I've caused you
over the years.  There are just so many things that I no longer understand
..."

"But ..." interjected Luthor cutting off Superman in mid sentence, "
... the one thing that you do understand is?"

"That I am a cocksucker," the kneeling Man of Steel replied quietly.  "That
is about the only thing in life of which I am certain at this time.  I
cannot find the words to even begin to explain the depth of the shame that
I feel, but I can no longer deny the truth.  This cape; my powers and
everything that I have done in my life cannot mask the fact that when all
is said and done I am nothing more than a creature who was created to
fellate men -- real men."

"And to whom do you belong, Superman?  Who owns you?" asked Luthor.

"You do," replied the Man of Steel.  "I am yours, Lex Luthor. You own me,
body and soul."

"And what about your lips, Superman?" asked Lex.  "Are they mine too?"

"Yes."

"And your mouth?  Your throat?  Your pretty face?  What about your clothes?
Your possessions?  Your deepest secrets?  Are they all mine too, Superman?"
asked Luthor locking eye's with his conquered foe.

"Yes.  Everything.  They're all yours."

"Very good, Superman," said Lex his voice slightly tinged with
condescension.

"It's taken a long, long time, Superman.  You've cost me an incredible
amount of money and many nights of lost sleep, but I am happy that you
finally know your place," said Lex looking down triumphantly at his fallen
adversary.

"You are about to begin a new and a very different life, Superman"
continued Luthor.  "It will be a life of subservience, obedience and
submission.  But unlike your life in the past, this new life will be
genuine.  No more falsehoods; nor more illusions of grandeur.  Oh, your
carefully crafted false public image as a studly eternal enemy of evil will
continue, but it will be completely controlled by us.  Your filthy little
secret; your abominable and disgusting lust for cock will be our secret.
But from now on your real life, the life you will experience every day,
will be very, very different.  Yours will be a life focused on what it
should have been from the beginning -- the servicing of men.  And as far as
all of those things that you don't understand, Superman.  Well, let's just
say that we will help you to understand them.  My men will help make sure
that life will finally make sense to you Superman. The fact that you
dropped to your knees when I merely nodded indicates that you are beginning
to understand at a gut level of where you belong.  Get used to that
position Superman.  You will be spending a lot of time in it."

"Tony!  Ryan!" barked Luthor as he snapped his fingers and pointed towards
the formerly unconquerable specimen of Kryptonian masculinity who now knelt
before him.

Within a few moments the 22 year old Hispanic male and the 38 year old
off-duty Irish cop were standing on either side of the kneeling Man of
Steel.

Seconds later the Superhero felt a set of hands digging under his belt and
then pulling his tight blue shirt, with its signature "S" emblem, out of
his shorts and then upwards over his flat, muscled stomach while another
set of hands rapidly untied the Man of Steel's cape.  Without even being
asked, the Man of Steel automatically raised his hands, surrender-like,
above his head in complete acquiescence to his stripping by Luthor's
henchmen.  Once his shirt had been removed and tossed aside, Superman felt
the hot hands of the Latino stud grasp the back of his red shorts and
forcefully them yank downwards, exposing the magnificent alabaster buttocks
of the Kryptonian hunk.  While the hot Hispanic stud pulled the red shorts
and their accompanying blue tights further downward over Superman's strong
thighs, the smiling Irishman quickly removed the vanquished Man of Steel's
boots.  In a few moments it was all over.  Superman was once again kneeling
in front of Lex Luthor and his henchman, stark naked and and at their
mercy.

"Make a quarter turn to your right towards me, cocksucker," whispered the
grinning young 22 year old whose cock had stolen Superman's virginity that
night in the vault.

Luthor smiled with approval as he watched his new possession obediently
shift position, giving Lex and his henchman a clear view of Superman's
handsome profile.

Glancing up at his boss, the young Latino thug nodded as a smug look of
immense satisfaction swept across his face.  Stepping in front of the naked
Kryptonian hunk, the hot looking male spread his feet apart; crossed his
arms over his chest; looked down into the face of the broken Superhero and
simply said "Okay, maricon."

No other words had to be spoken.  Superman knew what was expected.
Everyone in the room knew what they were witnessing -- the timeless
surrender ritual by which one male yields to the carnal desires of another
male and in so doing permanently acknowledges the other male's masculine
superiority to his own.

"May I?" asked the Man of Steel as his hands found the snap that kept
Tony's trouser's together.

A silent, disapproving shake of the head told the submissive Krytonian male
that he would not be allowed access to the other marvelous symbols of
maleness that lay behind Tony's trousers and shorts.  The subjugated male
now understood that for today's ceremony he would be strictly limited to
servicing the hot Latino's large cock.  Today's ritual was all about the
Man of Steel's acknowledgment, before Luthor and his associates, of the
fact that the handsome son of Krypton was really nothing more than a lowly
cocksucker.  He might be allowed to worship the hot Hispanic stud's
pendulous testicles and hairy groin another day, but today was all about
accepting cock as the sceptre that would rule Superman's life forever.

A broad smile broke out across Luthor face as he watched his formerly
indomitable foe shift his hand to the top of Tony's zipper and begin to
slowly lower it.  As the slider of the zipper passed over each of the
zipper's teeth it reminded Lex of the movies he had watched where the flag
of the beaten enemy was slowly and inexorably lowered in a final act of
complete and total surrender.  Superman's flag was coming down for the last
time.  It would never be raised again.

The first time that Superman had been confronted by Tony's cock was while
the Man of Steel had been under the influence of a red and green Kryptonite
powder mixture which he inhaled in order to save his life from a lethal
dose of pure green Kryptonite radiation.  After the disoriented Superhero
was shoved to his knees by Luthor's henchmen, Tony had gleefully shoved his
turgid cock into Superman's up to then virginal mouth and ordered the
helpless Man of Steel to "suck it, man; suck it;" an order which the
befuddled Superhunk obeyed, sucking the hot Hispanic organ until it fired
its sperm laden load into the Man of Steel's face and down his throat.
Each of Superman's subsequent encounters with that hard Hispanic organ had
also been either coerced or as a result of Superman's pharmacologically
induced semen addiction.

This time things were different.

A look of respectful reverence came over Superman's face as he watched the
teeth of Tony's zipper part, opening the way to the phallic feast of which
the Man of Steel was about to partake.  Even though this particular cock
had been brutally forced into Superman's mouth numerous times in the past,
the look on the face of the Man of Steel was more like that of a nervous
young gay male, who was on the verge of getting his first taste of dick,
rather than that of a rape victim about to be ravished again by the same
rapist.

Sitting next to Luthor in his newly acquired seat of honor, the ex-gymnast
Wu Chao noticed the change in Superman's expression and nudged his boss.
"Lex," Wu Chao whispered.  "Check out his face.  If that isn't submission,
I don't know what is. Almost looks like he's going to pray to it," quietly
chuckled the ruthless Chinese stud who had helped engineer the final
breaking of the Man of Steel.  "You got him, Lex.  You really do.  He's
yours, man.  This is awesome!"

By the time Wu finished speaking the gateway to Tony's cock had been fully
opened.  Carefully easing the fingers of both of his hands into the open
fly, Superman advanced closer to his goal and began to part the fly of the
new pair of boxer shorts that Tony's girlfriend Louisa had given him the
other day.  A fraction of a second later the nerves on the fingertips of
the Man of Steel signaled that they had reached their objective.  The
pleasure centers of Superman's cum-addicted brain, which had been
permanently re-wired as a result of Luthor's diabolical biochemical brew,
also registered the fantastic warmth of a human male's reproductive organ
in the process of becoming erect.  This subconscious portion of the Man of
Steel's brain knew that where there was an erect human cock, a meal of
semen was not far away.

While the of fingers of Superman's left hand began to slowly explore the
lengthening Latino phallus, the fingers of his right hand expanded the slit
in Tony's boxer shorts in order to bring the splendid male obelisk into the
open and closer to the now salivating mouth of the Luthor organization's
extraordinary cocksucker.

It didn't take long before the magnificent Latino reproductive organ was
once again proudly towering over the handsome face of Luthor's prized new
whore.

After finally extracting the rigid shaft that had played such a key role in
his degradation and conquest, the Man of Steel respectfully extended his
tongue and began to tenderly lap the underside of the very shaft that had
so mercilessly destroyed his virginity.

A prolonged "Aaaaaaaaah," escaped from the lips of Luthor's horny Latino
thug as he once again felt the tongue of the most powerful male on Earth
begin to slavishly lick the underside of his now full masted penis.
Looking down on the naked Kryptonian hunk who continued to run his tongue
up and down Tony's shaft, the smiling Hispanic hunk groaned and said "I
told you you'd be sucking cock for the rest of your life, my little maricon
friend, didn't I?  You like my cock don't you?  Tastes good, doesn't it?
Why don't you show all your new friends here how much you appreciate my
cock.  Go ahead.  You know what to do."

The debased Man of Steel stopped his tongue at the end of the next upwards
swipe of Tony's proud reproductive organ; pursed his powerful Kryptonian
lips together, and unleashed a series of passionate kisses onto the tip of
the impressive Latino reproductive organ.

"You remembered!" exclaimed the gleeful dark haired stud.  "How sweet." he
said in a voice with tinged with just a hint of sarcasm.  "You remembered
how to treat a real man," continued Tony as he watched the disgraced Man of
Steel make love to the head of his cock.

Stopping for a few seconds the cock slobbering Superhero absolutely stunned
the hot Latino hunk when he moaned "Yes I did.  Is this okay?" before
returning to the warm phallic head.

You could have heard a pin drop as Tony, Lex, Wu and the other members of
Luthor's organization looked at each other in sheer disbelief at what they
had just heard.

"Did you hear ..." Wu started to say before being cut off in mid sentence
by a strong "Sssshhh" from Luthor.

"Not now.  Let this happen," interrupted Lex in a stern whisper.

Recovering from the shock of what he had just heard, the 22 year old
Hispanic hunk reached down; put his hand under Superman's chin and lifted
it upwards momentarily breaking the lip lock that the Man of Steel had
placed around the head of his Latino fuckpump.  "Baby, it's more than okay.
You're making your man feel good.  Real good!" he exclaimed, his eyes fixed
onto the lust-filled eyes of the hungry for cock Superhero.

"You like sucking my cock, Superman?  Does my dick taste good?  You want me
to stick the whole thing in your mouth, cocksucker?  Huh?  You want me to
cum in your mouth?  Tell me.  Tell me the truth."

"Yes," groaned the debased Man of Steel as he looked upwards into the dark
eyes of the hot Hispanic stud who towered over him.  "I really need your
dick.  I need it bad.  Please let me have it," Superman replied in a voice
bordering on desperation.  "I really want this," he continued as he
diverted his eyes from Tony's and fixed them on the hard cock that stood
out proudly from the fly of his swarthy dominator and towered over the
conquered Man of Steel like a living monument built to commemorate Luthor's
triumph over Superman.

"Then go for it, my little faggot.  Suck your man's dick.  Show everyone
how much you want this cock," exhorted Tony gleefully as he grabbed his
hard dick and shook it in Superman's face.  "Show them what a good
cocksucker you are," exhorted Tony as he thrust his groin forwards sending
his phallic missile plunging deep inside the mouth of the awesome
Supercocksucker.

As the hot Latino organ penetrated Superman's mouth, the rapidly
degenerating Kyrptonian hunk lunged forward, burying the thick organ deep
inside of his eager throat.  The Man of Steel immediately tightened his
lips around the hair encircled base of the rigid member and began lavishing
attention on the embedded fuckpump with his tongue, while preparing to
piston his face up and down the length of the very shaft that had ravaged
him in the past.

The incredible sensations of pure pleasure emanating from every area of his
lip encircled cock were just too much for the horny 22 year old hunk.
Abandoning his plans to prolong the blowjob he was getting from Superman,
the lust driven Hispanic stud lost control and began to frantically fuck
his incredibly hard dick into the suctioning maw of his Kryptonian
cocksucker.

"Oh, yes!  Take it bitch!  Eat me!  Eat me, cocksucker!  Suck that dick!
Blow me you beautiful bitch. Oh, baby!  That's the way.  Suck that cock!
Suck that cock!  Suck it man!" howled the enraptured male as he wildly
fucked the face of the most formidable male on the entire planet.  The
rutting Hispanic hunk's loud stream of lurid exhortations to the
cocksucking Man of Steel totally disrupted the quiet setting that had been
set for Superman's capitulation.  Members of Luthor's organization left
their seats and began to crowd around the two lust-possessed males,
shouting words of encouragement to both of them.

"Give it to him Tony!  Feed that fucking faggot!"

"Go for it, cocksucker!  Swallow that mother!"

"Look at the fucking rod that faggot is throwing" someone shouted as he
caught sight of the Man of Steel's supercock standing at full mast.  "He's
throwing a rod, Tony!  The faggot's in heat!  Way to go, Tony!  Feed the
bitch!

Poor Luthor didn't know what to think.  On the one hand the carefully
thought out ceremony to show Lex and his henchman that the Man of Steel had
finally been completely broken and irrevocably converted into a lowly,
obedient cum-pig who would suck off any male at the direction of Luthor or
his henchmen, was now totally in shambles.  On the other hand, the naked,
vanquished Superhero in front of him who was voraciously devouring Tony's
cock, was the final proof that Luthor had accomplished what no one else had
achieved -- the complete and total defeat and mastery of Superman.  The Man
of Steel was as much a possession of Lex Luthor as were the shoes on
Luthor's feet.  While Lex really had been looking forward to watching his
long time foe debase and humiliate himself at a slower, more measured pace,
Luthor had to admit that seeing the naked Superhero lustfully and
shamelessly dishonoring himself on Tony's fat cock was an incredible power
trip.

"What the fuck," thought Luthor as he finally rose from his chair. "I won.
Let them have some fun with the faggot.  They earned it."

"Take care of princess pussyface for me guys.  I don't want to spoil your
fun -- I'm outta here," announced Lex in a voice loud enough to be heard
above the excited din that surrounded the frantically sucking Man of Steel
and the horny stud who was feeding him cock.  "Keep the bitch well-fed and
happy.  Oh, yeah.  Everybody's getting a nice fat bonus check from me next
week.  You guys did well. You've made me a very happy man.  Now, help make
our flying cocksucker happy.  Give him a night to remember," said Lex as he
smiled broadly and headed out of the conference room.

"It's party time!!!!" yelled Gunnar, the 19 year old Swedish hunk who had
helped engineer the session that finally broke Superman.  "It's time to
feed the pig!" he whooped as he elbowed his way past his fellow henchman in
order to watch the ravenous-appetite-for-cock, Man of Steel impale his
throat with the turgid reproductive organ of Gunnar's Latino colleague.

Meanwhile the wildly facefucking Latino hunk was having a very difficult
time holding off his desperate-to-be-released orgasm.  The lip, tongue and
suction actions of the Luthor organization's powerful cocksucker were
rapidly breaking down Tony's defenses.  The sensitive nerve endings
embedded in the head of Tony's impressive cock were being stimulated more
than imaginable by the relentless and determined Kryptonian cocksucker.

The naked, hardon sprouting Superstud kneeling before Luthor's horny 22
year old thug was in the grip of an intense sexual feeding frenzy unlike
any he had ever experienced in his entire life.  Superman's irresistible
physical need to swallow semen, caused by the incessant demands of the
cum-addicted pleasure centers of his brain, was now geometrically
intensified by his own strong personal resolve to please the very male who
had first defiled the Man of Steel in the basement vault of the skyscraper.
Yes, for the first time, this great symbol of heterosexual masculinity
genuinely wanted to please another male by sucking him off!  The final
assault against his psyche by Gunnar, Dr. Naguib and Wu Chao had worked.
The Stockholm Syndrome had been achieved The Man of Steel had been totally
broken and now identified with those who had destroyed his masculinity and
dragged him down into the lowest levels of vile perversion.  He was now a
committed cocksucker determined to please.

Lex's conquered ex-nemesis was in a state of pure, unadulterated joy as he
resolutely and unashamedly defiled himself on another man's penis in full
view of the men of his hated foe's organization.  The catcalls; the
repeatedly shouted insults of "cocksucker," "faggot," or "pussy;"and the
exhortations to Tony to "fuck his face," far from repulsing Superman, only
served to inspire him to redouble his efforts to please the real male whose
big dick plunged repeatedly in and out of the Man of Steel's throat.

Glancing upwards and seeing the euphoric expression on his rutting
dominator's face further steeled Superman's resolve to do everything
possible to heighten the pleasure of the real man who was allowing him, the
unworthy cocksucker from Krypton, to orally worship his reproductive organ.
"If I do a good job, he may like me and let me go down on him again,"
reasoned the completely mind-fucked Superhunk.  "Yes, that's it. Tony said
that he really liked it when I licked all around his cockhead," Superman
remembered. "I have to pay attention to the head."

Seconds later the ultrasensitive nerves in the head of Tony's big Hispanic
pussypleaser started to transmit a massive flood of intense pleasure
impulses into Tony's brain as the Man of Steel unleashed a frantic lingual
assault on the Superhero-conquering cockhead.

Tony's entire body shuddered from the almost unbearably pleasurable
sensations that were emanating from his rigid organ.  The 22 year old stud
began to groan loudly and uncontrollably while the Man of Steel
concentrated on the sensitive underside of Tony's dickhead -- just like Tony
liked it When the lust-crazed Man of Steel shifted his tongue's attention
to the gaping cum slit at the end of the proud Hispanic stud's equally
proud organ, Tony simply lost it.

The first great blast of sperm-laden studsauce that hurled against the tip
of Superman's tongue was accompanied by a loud "Oh, fuuuucccckkkkk!!!!" as
the hot Latino hunk's body spasmed and writhed in unprecedented ecstasy.
The handsome stud, in the throes of the strongest and most pleasurable
orgasm he had ever experienced, grabbed hands full of hair on the
magnificent Kryptonian cocksucker's head in order to keep his balance as he
emptied his nuts into Superman's oral cavity.

"Chupe mi penga, puta!" (Suck my dick, whore!)" bellowed the wildly
ejaculating hunk, momentarily driven into the Spanish of his youth by the
indescribable feelings which now overwhelmed him.

As the first thick volley of warm jizz hosed over the surface of his
tongue, Luthor's pet cocksucker redoubled his tongue's assault on the head
of the ejaculating organ in order to give this superior male as much
pleasure as Kryptonianly possible.  "I have to show him how good I am,"
reasoned Superman's warped mind, "so that he'll let me do this again.  I
gotta have this cock, even though I don't deserve it."

If Luthor's men could have read minds, they would have been dumbstruck by
the reconfiguration of the Man of Steel's psyche as Tony's hard dick
continued to pump its rich cream into Superman's mouth.  For while the Man
of Steel's cum-addicted pleasure centers were once again ordering him to
surrender his maleness by swallowing the expanding load of cum that was
rapidly filling up his mouth, those demands were trumped by the Superhero's
incredibly strong personal desire to please the heterosexual male Superman
was fellating.  The Man of Steel's will to please Tony had transcended
Superman's physical addiction to semen!

"Straight studs like it when you swallow," remembered Superman as he began
to gulp down the gooey mess that was soiling his mouth.  "I can't spill
any.  That would be insulting.  I've got to do this right," thought the Man
of Steel as he thrust his head forward, shoving Tony's cum spewing dickhead
deep into his throat.  "There!  Now I won't spill a drop.  This should
please him," the mind-warped Superhero concluded as his lips slammed into
the dense forest of pubic hair at the base of the 22 year old stud's rigid
fuckpump.

Standing over the dick eating Superhero, Luthor's ejaculating young thug
virtually collapsed forwards in a state of unparalleled orgasmic rapture
from the best blowjob Superman had even given and that Tony had ever
received.  Steadying himself on the kneeling son of Krypton the blissfully
exhausted male groaned quietly as every remnant of semen was skillfully
extracted from his penis by the determined cocksucker below.  Even when his
thoroughly sucked dick had finally reached full detumescence, Luthor's
eager to please cocksucker made no move to release the potent symbol of
heterosexual masculinity that had just consecrated his unworthy mouth with
its sacred chrism.  The Man of Steel just held it reverently in his mouth
very gently caressing the organ and its ultrasensitive head in particular
with his tongue.

"Okay, man." said the breathless Latino hunk as put his hand under
Superman's chin; turned the penis worshiping hunk's face upwards; and said
"you can stop now.  You did good.  You did very good."

An expression of joy swept across the face of the kneeling Superhero as the
words of praise uttered by the towering male he had just fellated hit home.
"Yes!
  I did it.  He liked it," Superman told himself as he obediently, but
albeit reluctantly, released Tony's thick cock from the Superhuman lips
which were wrapped around it.  As the bullet shaped head of the conquering
organ came into view, utterly cleansed of all traces of semen, but still
glistening with a light sheen from Superman's saliva, the Man of Steel bent
forward and respectfully kissed its tip; pulled back; looked upwards into
the 22 year old's eyes and in a voice filled with gratitude said, "Thank
you."

"You're welcome, cocksucker," came the genuinely friendly reply from the
smiling Hispanic stud as he playfully rubbed Superman's head, almost like a
pet owner would do to the family dog.  "That was very good.  I just may let
you do that again sometime, if you're really, really good, and ask nicely,"
chuckled Tony as he continued to affectionately mess up Superman's hair.
"You and me and this" he said waving his dick at Superman before stuffing
it back in his pants, "are gonna get along just fine.  Now, do me a favor.
Show all your friends here what a good cocksucker you've become.  He was
really good tonight, guys," announced the grinning 22 year as he glanced
around at the group of lust-filled men who surrounded him and the kneeling
Man of Steel.  "You've got some really horny guys here my little maricon.
Do a good job and some of them might just let you have seconds, isn't that
right guys?" asked Tony.

A torrent of male voices responded with "yes." "yeah baby," and "you bet
your ass," as the 22 year old moved away from the naked Superhero.
"They're all yours, cocksucker!  Enjoy!" said Tony as he turned and headed
towards the door.

The kneeling Superhero's view of his new idol was abruptly interrupted by a
rampant cock proudly sprouting from a dense thicket of blond hair.  "Open
wide, pussyboy!  Your daddy's home!" announced the all too familiar voice
of the treacherous Lois Lane's 19 year old nephew, Gunnar who stood totally
nude in front of the naked, hard on sprouting Man of Steel.  "I see you're
happy to see me, cocksucker.  Aren't you?" asked the lanky Swedish blond as
he pointed down at Superman's straining cock while teasingly swaying his
own youthful boner so that its firm head brushed against the Man of Steel's
lips.  "Would you like to suck me off, Superman?  Would you like to wrap
those cocksucking lips of yours around my meat again?  Are you ready to
blow me, faggot?

"Oh,Yes," groaned the Man of Steel in a voice tinged with yearning as he
looked longingly at the turgid organ of the male who had humiliated and
debased him more than any other of Luthor's henchmen.  The sarcasm with
which Gunnar's voice dripped did not even affect the subjugated Superhunk
as he eagerly opened his mouth and welcomed the conquering slab of hot
manhood that slid triumphantly over his lower lip; glided effortlessly
across his tongue; and then plunged deeply into his cock- pillaged throat.

"It's all yours," announced the beaming intern from the Daily Planet as he
watched his entire cock disappear into the mouth of the totally mastered
Man of Steel.  "It's all yours!"

What followed was a night unlike any that Lex Luthor's henchmen had ever
experienced.  The men who had participated in the mass gang rapes of
Superman's mouth and those such as Wu. Gunnar and Dr. Naguib who had
participated in the final breaking of the Man of Steel, never experienced
oral sex like they did that evening.  The most powerful man of earth was
now Earth's most indefatigable aficionado of hard, hot cock.  His
staggeringly powerful mind instantly recalled ever disgusting oral sex film
he had been made to watch; the lurid gay porn stories he had been compelled
to read; and the many "how to suck cock" manuals and documents he had been
forced to memorize as the Man of Steel applied this vast knowledge of
fellatio to his efforts to win the approval of the many males who were
debauching him.

Neither the most contemptuous insults -- no matter how vicious -- uttered
by some of Luthor's henchmen while Superman disgraced himself on their
penises; nor any demand for the most demeaning of sexual acts; distracted
the Man of Steel from his driving obsession that night-- winning some sign
of approval from each of Luthor's men for sucking them off.

When Ryan, the 38 year old Irish cop on Luthor's payroll, ordered the
Superhero to lie on his back "so I can fuck your face" the eager to please
Kryptonian cocksucker obediently fell backwards from a kneeling position
and landed on the floor with his mouth opened to receive the horny cop's
organ.  The seemingly endless stream of manhood-insulting profanities that
flowed out of Ryan's mouth as he brutally thrust his cock in and out of
Superman's throat, did nothing to deter the defiled Man of Steel from
giving the face humping police officer as much pleasure as possible.  After
the Irish hunk finally emptied his nuts into the Kryptonian hunk's throat;
withdrew his well-sucked cock; and stood up to let the next face fucker
take his place, the 38 year old was discombobulated to see a big grin on
the Man of Steel's face.

"That cocksucker just ain't right,"grumbled the disgusted cop as he zipped
up his pants.  "This is too freaky for me.  He likes it way too much for
me.  I enjoyed feeding him cock when he hated it, but now the fucking
faggot likes it.  I'm outta here," Ryan muttered as he watched Wu Chao plop
bare-assed on top of Superman's powerful chest; grab a hold of Superman's
ears; and begin whipsawing the Man of Steel's head back and forth
penetrating the debased Superhero's mouth with his stiff Chinese dick.

"A blow job's a blow job!" Wu Chao chortled at the departing cop as the
grinning Chinese ex- gymnast watched own his cock triumphantly ram through
the dick devouring lips of Luthor's increasingly eager to please whore.

"You like gnawing on that Chinese bone, don't you pussyboy?" asked Wu Chao
as he felt Superman's mighty tongue caress his rigid cock.

"Mffff, uh, huh" responded the cock-impaled symbol of heterosexual
masculinity as the Man of Steel tried to answer Wu's question without
letting the hot Chinese rod escape from his mouth.  "Uh, huh" he said again
trying to nod his head even as the lust-crazed Asian male maintained his
grip on Superman's ears.

"I always knew you were a faggot, Superman," replied the rutting Chinese
stud.  "I just never knew you were such a flamer.  Don't worry, my little
bitch.  Daddy Wu is going to keep you well fed," laughed Wu as he smashed
the Man of Steel's cock filled mouth against his pubes to emphasis his
point.  "You look so natural with my dick in your mouth," laughed Wu.  "Oh
yes, baby.  You're gonna be spending a lot of time in between my thighs!
Now, enough conversation.  Suck me off, bitch!"

And so it continued well into the early hours of the morning as male after
male dumped load after load of cum into the gullet of the disgraced but
unprotesting Superhero.  There seemed to be no limits as to what the Man of
Steel would do when servicing Luthor's henchmen when it involved his mouth
and one of their cocks.  When the domination obsessed blond Swede pissed
all over Superman's handsome face after the Superhero had swallowed a
second load from the 19 year old's cock, the Man of Steel thanked him and
gratefully licked the droplet of urine which hung to the end of the
diabolical male's organ.  Even the cold hearted and deeply cynical intern
was stunned at the depths to which the Man of Steel had sunk.

When the cock feeding orgy of debauchery finally ended near dawn, the Man
of Steel lay sprawled on his back naked; reeking of cum and urine; his hair
totally disheveled.  Superman's impressive Kryptonian phallus was no longer
erect, the result of four ejaculations -- dutifully scraped up and fed to
the Man of Steel -- triggered by four very rough throat fuckings by Luthor's
raunchier henchmen.  And even though Superman's handsome face was
splattered with blobs of drying semen, nothing could conceal the image of
pure contentment and bliss that now radiated from that very face.

It was a very docile and serene Man of Steel who was finally pulled to his
feet by doctors. Thomas and Reinhardt later that morning and led away for a
badly needed shower and a well-deserved rest prior to beginning his new
life -- a life of total subjugation.

The next few months were a blur of activity at Luthor's headquarters as
Luthor and his organization set about to gain total mastery over the Man of
Steel, and remold and exploit him.  Although Superman's submission and
conversion had been genuine that dark evening, Lex wanted to make
absolutely certain that it would be both complete and permanent.

Using debriefing techniques pioneered and perfected by the CIA, the
military, and the psychiatric profession, a small cadre of Luthor's
henchmen grilled, probed, recorded and verified every aspect of the entire
life of the Man of Steel.  Intense questioning, often under deep hypnosis,
yielded a treasure trove of information for the Luthor organization as the
innermost feelings, thoughts and most importantly memories of Lex's new
slave were freely given up by the pathetically eager to please Superhero,
who was rewared for particularly productive sessions by being allowed to
suck off some of his interrogators.  By the time the extensive debriefings
were done Lex Luthor had a complete psychological profile of the Man of
Steel and knew each and every intimate detail of Superman's life, starting
from the Man of Steel's earliest memories living on the Kent farm.

But discovering all of Superman's secrets was only part of Lex's program to
create a new life of subservience, obedience and submission for the
vanquished Krptonian hunk.  While one group Luthor's men was busy
extracting every bit of information from Superman's powerful mind, another
was implementing a plan to totally isolate the Man of Steel from any
friends or acquaintances who might one day pose a threat to the Luthor
organization's control over him.

Under the guise of Clark Kent, the Man of Steel personally visited the
editorial offices of the Daily Planet and submitted two letters.  One was
his letter of resignation -- citing an intense personal desire to pursue a
new career as an archivist for an unnamed foundation; while the other was a
glowing recommendation that Gunnar Adolphson be appointed as his
replacement.  The 19 year old stud's photographic scoop of Superman's
busting up of the ring of cargo thieves at Metropolis' airport (which had
been set up by Luthor) had already impressed the management of the Daily
Record.  The incredibly forceful letter of recommendation by their star
reporter Clark Kent removed any doubts that they might have had about the
young Gunnar's reporting skills.  Two weeks later the Daily Planet
announced the resignation of Clark Kent and his replacement by the up and
coming star, Gunnar Adolphson.

Clark Kent gave his personal good-byes to Jimmy Olsen, the rest of the
Daily Planet's staff, and other friends and acquaintances at an elaborate
luncheon paid for by the Luthor organization with funds channeled through
Clark's checking account.  Gunnar, who had "Clark" blow him in the men's
room just before the event began, sat at the head table next to Clark,
while several other of Lex's henchmen came as guests.

The lease on Clark Kent's apartment -- where Tony had quietly slipped
Luthor's wicked biochemical semen addiction concoction into the
unsuspecting throat of the Man of Steel while he was swallowing a large
load of fresh cum that had just been fired into his mouth by the turgid
organ of Luthor's 34 year old, black haired, Italo-Irish, ex-US Navy SEAL,
Collin Umberto -- was terminated.  All of the apartment's contents,
including Superman's civilian clothes, his furniture and every single
personal item -- anything that might serve the Man of Steel as a link to the
past -- were removed and either sold off or given to charities.  Even his
sheets, toothbrush and underwear were disposed of.  Nothing linking
Superman to the past was to be allowed to be a part of the Man of Steel's
new life as submissive whore and cocksucker for the Luthor organization.

The only relic from the past that was kept was Superman's signatory outfit.
But even that would no longer be a comfortable reminder of a past life for
the Man of Steel.  Microscopic grains of green Kyrptonite were embedded
throughout the inside of the suit -- not enough to weaken the formidable Man
of Steel, but just enough to produce an annoying itch.  From now on
Superman would only don his trademark outfit under the direct orders of one
of Luthor's men.  He would never again wear it under his clothing, unless
ordered to do so.  The Man of Steel's days of spontaneous acts of crime
busting were definitely over.  Dashing into a dark alley or a phone booth
and emerging as the Man of Steel would now be a thing of the past.  The
only criminals he would be busting would be those specifically targeted by
Luthor.  And to further remind everyone of Superman's status as a lowly
cocksucker, whenever he was allowed to wear clothing while in Luthor's
headquarters, every pair of pants had a light blue hankie sewn onto it
hanging from the right back pocket.

A small windowless bedroom was set up for the Man of Steel on the floor
below Lex Luthor's office.  It had a large video monitor and an awesome
sound system, but the equipment was not capable of receiving television or
radio transmissions.  The only videos or sounds the equipment would show
would be those selected by members of Luthor's organization.  The Luthor
organization soon became the owner of one very large collection of gay
videos with submission and domination themes. Other gay videos were
carefully edited so that they only showed scenes which stressed the
pleasures of sucking cock.

Neither Superman's bedroom nor the small bathroom attached to it were
equipped with doors.  Even the tiny shower in the bathroom was equipped
with a transparent shower curtain.  Both the shower and the toilet were
clearly visible from the hall outside of the Man of Steel's room.  The
privacy that the Man of Steel had so carefully protected in the past was
now gone.  The lack of doors accomplished two of Lex Luthor's objectives:
it further stripped away any sense of individuality or independence that
the Man of Steel had; and it allowed Lex's men instant access to the
organization's in-house cocksucker -- a service which Luthor's men were
expected to frequently avail themselves at all times during the day and at
night.  Having a stiff cock shoved in his mouth in the middle of the night
or while he was on the toilet taking a dump simply became an integral part
of Superman's daily life.  For the Man of Steel, dropping to his knees and
sucking off another male in his bathroom was as routine as brushing his
teeth.

When the Man of Steel wasn't being grilled by Luthor's interrogators;
examined or experimented on by doctors, Reinhardt, Thomas, Paulo or Naguib;
or off on a mission explicitly approved by Lex Luthor, Superman was at the
disposal of any male in the Luthor organization who wanted to get his rocks
off.  The formidable Kryptonian hunk was essentially restricted to his room
and a portion of the floor on which it was located.  This space had enough
bathrooms, closets, and offices into which any of Lex's men could haul the
Man of Steel for a blowjob.  Some of the guys just wanted a quickie in
private, while others with a more exhibitionist streak who were into public
humiliation, reveled in stripping the Superhunk; shoving him onto his own
bed; and loudly face fucking him within full view of those who passed by
the Man of Steel's doorless bedroom.

One thing that initially surprised and then amused the overwhelming
majority of Luthor's henchmen was the genuine enthusiasm that the debauched
Man of Steel put into sucking them off.  No demand for fellatio, no matter
how demeaning or bizarre, offended the vanquished Superhero, even though
Gunnar and Wu Chao tried their best to find one.  When Gunnar, Wu Chao and
two other henchmen barged into Superman's room; stripped him and tossed a
frilly pink ballerina's tutu at him, the Man of Steel put on the ridiculous
outfit without objection; dropped to his knees; and fervently sucked off
all four men, unaffected by the stream of venomous insults against his
masculinity that poured out of the four.  After each male had ejaculated
into his mouth the debased Man of Steel kissed each male's cock head in
gratitude; thanked him and urged him to return for head as soon as
possible.  To his dismay even Gunnar had to admit to himself that it was
one of the most enthusiastic blowjobs he had ever gotten.

Except for a small group of men, who like Ryan were unnerved at the thought
of getting blown by someone who actually wanted to suck cock, most of
Luthor's men lost all fear of the Man of Steel and began to develop a weird
sort of fondness for the defeated male who at one time had posed a
formidable obstacle to their criminal activities.  It is difficult to fear
someone who is on his knees enthusiastically and slavishly slobbering all
over your cock; telling you what an incredible hunk of maleness you are;
and thanking your profusely for allowing him to swallow your jizz.  It is
also difficult to dislike someone who responds to your act of unzipping
your fly by breaking into a big smile, falling to his knees, lasciviously
licking his lips while eagerly awaiting your command to "suck my cock,
pussyboy."

It wasn't long before the previously fear-instilling Man of Steel became
something of a pet for many of the thugs in Luthor's organization.  It was
a genuine turn on for these men to see this magnificently powerful
Kryptonian hunk, who was still viewed by most of mankind as the paragon of
heterosexual masculinity, respond to each of their demands for fellatio
with gleeful and enthusiastic obedience.  (Can there be any more powerful
assertion of one's own masculinity than to have an icon of maleness
shamelessly debasing himself on your cock?)  It was also tough not to
develop some kind of affection, even if grudging, for this insatiable
cocksucker who acted as if your act of ejaculating in his mouth was the
greatest gift you could give to him and your order to "swallow my load,
faggot" was the nicest thing you could say to him.

The men began to develop their own pet names for the Luthor organization's
in-house cocksucker.  While some continued to address the fallen Man of
Steel with such terms as "faggot," "cocksucker," "jizz bag," or "pussyboy"
others would call him "princess," "Rover," (as in "I've got a bone for ya,
Rover!); "sweetie,""Tinkerbelle," "queenie," or "precious."  It was not
uncommon for men passing Superman in the hall to playfully muss his hair,
or to quickly grab their crotch; wink at the Man of Steel and say "got
something for ya, later."  The fact that most of these terms were spoken in
tones of affection, only reinforced Superman's diabolically cultivated
misconception that kneeling before another man, with his hard cock plunging
in and out of the Kyrptonian hunk's throat, was the Man of Steel's proper
role in life.  It drove home the point that Luthor had been right from the
beginning -- sucking human male penises and swallowing their ejaculate was
why Superman had been sent to Earth in the first place.

While Lex was ecstatic with the totality of the defeat that he had
inflicted on his mortal enemy, Superman's evil master had much more
ambitious plans for the conquered Superhero than just using him as a lowly
cocksucker for his men.  Lex craved power, and the best way to achieve
power was through money.

While some of Luthor's more shortsighted thugs wanted to order the Man of
Steel to knock off banks and jewelry stores, Luthor understood that the key
to successfully using his new flying cocksucker to make money was to do so
indirectly.  Why turn the rest of the world against Superman, when you
could cleverly exploit his weaknesses and powers for your own benefit while
retaining the world's adoration for his new slave?  It might take a bit
longer this way, but Lex knew that in the long run it would much more
profitable.

So Lex carefully planned a number of highly visible assaults on crime by
the beloved Man of Steel.  As he had done on Superman's first crime busting
crusade across the globe, Luthor selected the criminal operations of
rivals, those who had double-crossed him, and those in which he had no
financial interest.  He would also periodically unleash his new flying
cocksucker against petty criminals, drug dealers, riffraff and scum in
select cities around the world lest anyone suspect that the Man of Steel
was under his control.  The world media was filled with accounts of their
glorious hero's battles against evildoers.

Luthor also began buying up properties in severely blighted, crime infested
neighborhoods in cities all over the world.  These acquisitions were made
through front corporations with no traceable link to Luthor.  Once large
amounts of property had been acquired in a particular city, the Man of
Steel was dispatched on a "wipe out the scum" crusade to clean up the
neighborhoods in which Luthor had acquired the property.  With the criminal
element driven from these areas, property values soared and Luthor made
incredible amounts of money selling off his property.  It was a fool-proof
plan of which the Man of Steel was totally oblivious.  The only thing that
mattered to the Man of Steel was that each time he returned to Luthor's
headquarters after successfully wiping out the local scum, his return would
be greeted by pats on the head and shouts of "good job cocksucker!  Here's
your treat" before being given the privilege of sucking off those who were
on duty.

Every once in a while some of Luthor's henchmen would toss Superman into a
van and drive to a local adult book store, sleazy theatre, public lavatory
or similar location that had a busy gloryhole.  There under the henchmen's
watchful eyes the Man of Steel was allowed to suck cock until he slipped
into a cum-induced stupor.  Some of the guys would actually spread the word
among the patrons that "there was some hot cocksucking action going on" in
order to increase the Kryptonian cocksucker's supply of fresh cock.
Sailors on leave seemed particularly responsive to such cocksucker notices,
leading to an endless number of remarks from Superman's watchers about the
Man of Steel's preference for seafood.  Far from being insulted, the
cum-devouring Man of Steel volunteered his own self-deprecating
observations about his cocksucking skills and cock preferences.

The nights that were preceded by many hours of dick devouring debauchery at
a gloryhole were the only nights on which the thoroughly depraved
Kryptonian hunk got a full night's sleep.  The cum-induced slumber of bliss
into which Superman plunged after an evening of feasting on cock was so
deep that Luthor's men found it almost impossible to wake him for middle of
the night blowjobs.  Some would just slip the head of their turgid organs
in between the lips of the semi- comatose Superhero and beat off.  Those
who got their cocks in his mouth in the morning would often good-naturedly
bust his chops about him "tying one on" the night before while speculating
as to whether or not there was such as thing as a cum hangover.  The fact
that the handsome cock-impaled son of Krypton responded so positively to
those types of degrading remarks was damning evidence of the incredible
depths of depravity to which he had been dragged by Luthor and his
associates.  The world's paragon of purity and morality had been
transformed into a debased creature of shameless and wanton lasciviousness.

This was the world of debauchery, perversion, degradation and unbridled
lust for performing fellatio into which the Man of Steel had been
inexorably drawn, starting with that fateful encounter in the basement
vault with Lex Luthor and his men.  The most powerful male on the planet
had been defeated, conquered, subjugated and then reincarnated as a
submissive and obedient cock-slave; stripped of any self-respect and
slavishly attentive to the degrading sexual demands of his masters.

It was a world of depravity in which Superman would be ensnared for six
long years.