Date: Sun, 05 Mar 2000 21:50:00 PST From: Hector Oppenheimer <oppilate@hotmail.com> Subject: Chapter 6 of the Superman Suck Slave saga The following story is the sixth 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 DC Comics. Superman Suck Slave (Ch.6) (MMMMM/M, Oral, NC, Celeb) It was a very miffed Tony who was finally led into the room in General Azikiwe's compound where the ravaged Man of Steel lay naked and face down in the spot that Azikiwe and his men had left him. The blowjob for Luthor's associate in crime was expected to last for an hour at the most; yet it was obvious from the room's and Superman's appearence, that much more than a suck off by the Man of Steel had occurred. "What the fuck did you do to him?" Tony yelled to his Nigerian escort, Corporal Igbokwe, as he stomped over to the bed where Superman lay with that strange look of serenity, contentment and fulfillment on his face triggered by the receptors in the pleasure centers of his brain when their demands for semen had been met. "What the hell is this?" demanded Tony as he pointed to the semen that was slowly oozing out of Superman never before sodomized ass. "You fucked him? You fucked him?" agitatedly exclaimed Tony as he spread the flawless cheeks of Superman's ass. "The General paid for head, not ass!" yelled Tony as he looked down with disgust at the ravished Man of Steel who lay there passively on the bed as Tony parted his cheeks . "Relax, man, relax," said the Nigerian soldier, unruffled by the hispanic stud's outburst. "We altered the terms of the agreement. General Azikiwe paid Lex $350,000 for a blow job by this flying cocksucker. We got a little carried away. We're sorry if we damaged your new whore," continued the smug corporal as he walked over to the raped Man of Steel, grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head upwards. "But I think the bitch liked it," he said contemptuously as he stared into Superman's eyes. "She looks happy to me. "Besides, I don't think Lex is going to be too upset. The general wired an additional $1.5 million into Lex's bank account to pay for the extra services rendered by this whore," continued Corporal Igbokwe as he slapped the ass of the Man of Steel. "You should have seen this pathetic fag lapping his own cum off of the General's ass," laughed the soldier as he stared into Superman's face with distain. "You liked having Captain Iwenofu's dick up your ass, while you were sucking on this, didn't you?" demanded Corporal Igbokwe as he lewdly grabbed his crotch in front of the Kryptonian stud who had sucked him off earlier that evening. "Look, man," Igbokwe said as he nudged Tony while contnuing to grab his own crotch, "this piece of shit wants more," as he pointed to the Man of Steel who was clearly focused on the bulge in Igbokwe's pants. "No fucking way!" snapped Luthor's thoroughly pissed accomplice as he roughly shoved the laughing Nigerian away from the non-resisting Man of Steel. "You had your fun for the night. If you want more head from this cunt you'll have to fork over another third of a million." "Fine, have it your way, but then aren't you curious as to how we were able to fuck this flying faggot," smirked the corporal as he jestured towards the supine Man of Steel. "You just can't stick your dick in his pretty little ass like other faggots. Lieutenant Bombata almost broke his cock off the first time he tried to get inside of this slut," noted the young Nigerian as he stared at Luthor's agent. "But we soon figured out how to open this bitch up. That was some hot scene seeing Bombata's black dick packing this white bitch's fudge," continued Igbokwe as he slowly rubbed his crotch. "Surely that information is worth a little something to you and Mr. Luthor. Who's gonna know? Pussyface here ain't gonna complain cause she's gonna get what she needs, and you'll be a real hero when you tell Mr. Luthor the secret key that unlocks Superman's ass. How about it, Tony?" asked the young corporal as he confidently advanced towards the Man of Steel while slowing unzipping his fly. Luthor's agent thought about the suggestion while staring down at the flawless alabaster ass of Luthor's semen addicted foe. "Okay, man, but make it quick. I gotta get her back to Luthor. Hey cocksucker!" shouted Tony at the disgraced Man of Steel. We've got another cock for you. Open your mouth and suck this guy off." "Okay corporal," said Tony as he heard Superman groan and then watched the Kryptonian hunk compliantly move his mouth towards the slowly distending Nigerian phallus, "while the princess here polishes your knob, tell me the secret of getting into her ass." Once again Superman's inner self was plunged into civil war as his pride, self-respect and dignity struggled fiercely to stop him from submissively opening his mouth and performing another degrading act of fellatio on the hardening dark phallus, the head of which was on the verge of contact with the Man of Steel's lips. But Superman's powerful will and self-control were no match for the irresistible physiological craving to eat the semen of human males implanted in his brain as a result of Luthor's hellish chemical concoction. The horrified inner psyche of the Man of Steel could only stand by helplessly as the chemically altered pleasure centers of Superman's brain overroad his psyche's revulsion and transmitted the "open" order to the Man of Steel's mouth. Superman's inner self was filled with the deepest of shame as he eagerly began to devour the turgid male reproductive organ. "It's so hard to believe that this guy is a cocksucker," groaned the corporal as he felt his cock once again being enveloped in Superman's warm, moist mouth. "Here's how we got into his ass ..." As Tony scornfully watched the humbled supermale begin to earnestly suckle Corporal Igbokwe's stiff meat, he listened attentively as the rutting Nigerian slowly face-fucked the Man of Steel and boastfully recounted how he and his comrades had conquered Superman's magnificent ass. A few minutes later Superman's true self was wracked by nausea when the cocksucking Superhero's tastebuds were once again inundated in a flood of Nigerian goo which his cum-addicted brain ordered instantly swallowed. Now the man who had first taken Superman's virginity was also in possession of the secrets to his ass. "Get up, cunt," snapped Tony as he gathered Superman's cape and uniform. "It's time to get you back to your owner. You can put your fairy outfit on when we get outside," sneered the young Hispanic male as he watched Superman climb off the bed. "Let's go. I'm sure Lex has a few more cocks lined up for you to suck!" scoffed Tony as he walked out of the room. When the naked, disgraced, yet outwardly serene, Superhero submissively followed the swaggering Hispanic male into the main part of General Azikiwe's house, hoots of derision, wolf whistles, and hysterical laughter filled his ears as the naked Man of Steel was insulted, mocked, and ridiculed by the general's troops. Shouts of "faggotman," "whore," "bitch," "anytime you want it, come and see me," "cocksucker," and "queer" poured out of Azikiwe's troops as the Man of Steel trailed behind Tony, his head bowed in shame. A virtual gauntlet of howling Nigerian soldiers lewdly fondled themselves, pointed contemptuously at Superman's cock and balls, grabbed his buttocks, tweated his nipples, mocked him, and spat upon him as he made his way out of Azikiwe's mansion. One even lewdly stuck his tongue in Superman's ear, shoved Superman's hand against his crotch and whispered "any time you need dick, faggot, this will be waiting for you," before laughing obscenely and shoving the Man of Steel forward. "Wire another half a million into Luthor's bank account," said a beaming Azikiwe as he watched his troops heap scorn and abuse on his hated enemy. "This has been money, well-spent." "You're pathetic," sneered Tony as he looked with undisguised scorn at the naked Superhero after he finally emerged from Azikiwe's mansion. "Have you no shame? You don't deserve to wear this. I've changed my mind," declared Luthor's minion as he held Superman's uniform up to his face. "Fly the fuck home naked. Maybe I'll let you have your pansy outfit when I get back if you suck my dick really nice. You'd like that faggot, wouldn't you?" Tony demanded as he lifted Superman's chin and stared into his eyes. "Yeah, I thought you would. On second thought I ain't looking forward to being pissed off while on my flight home. I need something to calm myself down right now; like a nice blowjob. Why don't drop down on your faggot knees and suck me off bitch? Hey guys," Tony called out to several of Azikiwe's guards who were guarding the compound, "want to see this white faggot suck my dick? Watch," he yelled as he put his hands on Superman's shoulders and pushed downwards. "Time to eat dick, cocksucker," he snarled. As a handful of Azikiwe's guards watched, the Man of Steel lowered his eyes and slowly began his descent to the ground. Although his intense need for cum had been temporarily satisfied by Azikiwe's troops, the terms of his deal with Luthor which had been imposed on him by Lois Lane's distant cousin, the young Swede Gunnar, dictated that he obey this shameful order. "That's a good faggot," sneered the hot Hispanic stud as he watched Superman's knees hit the ground. "You know the drill, cocksucker. Let's see if you remember the proper steps in sucking off a straight stud that you learned in the cave. Put on a good show for the troops here," Tony said as he placed his hands on his hips, spread his legs slightly and moved his crotch inches away from Superman's face. "Go ahead, maricon. Blow me!" The reference to Superman's degrading humiliation by Tony in the cave was particularly painful. He still had no clue as to why he had complied with the Hispanic street punk's perverse demands that night, yet he had. And now he had to relive the entire hideous episode as he tapped into his flawless memory in order to make sure that he followed all the disgusting instructions Tony had included in his training on the proper way to perform fellatio on a heterosexual male. As his enemy's smirking agent stared down at him the naked Man of Steel gripped a hold of Tony's zipper and pulled it all the way down, drawing claps of approval from the Nigerian guards. Once that was done he extended his hand inside of the open fly, pushed past his antagonist's underwear and found Tony's semi-erect penis. Moments later the awful organ was staring him in the face. Following the routine forced on him in the past, he began to examine Tony's cock from all different angles. "This faggot knows how to show proper respect to a real man's cock, don't you?' announced Luthor's grinning agent. "This cock is going to make babies one day. This is a man's cock, not a faggot's cock like you have hanging in between your legs. Show the troops how you faggots pay respect to a real man's cock. Go ahead." A deep moan of despair escaped from Superman, for he knew that the next thing he had to do was the most mortifying of all. He took the hot, fully erect Hispanic organ in his hand, puckered his lips, and began to smoother its head with kisses, starting with the piss slit at the end. A chorus of amazed and approving "Aaaahs" escaped from the mouths of the Nigerian soldiers as they watched the invincible Man of Steel make love to the head of Tony's cock. The tormented Kryptonian stud heard himself saying "Your dick is magnificent. Thank you. Ohhhhhh, this is fantastic. Mmmmmm. I need this so bad. You are so hot. Please let me suck it." as he continued to orally worship the cock that had stolen his virginity, while laughs and hoots of approval poured out of the amazed and amused guards. "He's a good faggot who knows how to show proper respect," exclaimed his Hispanic tormentor as he reached down and playfully messed up Superman's hair. Reaching under Superman's chin the grinning male looked into Superman's eyes and said, "I think that you've made your point. Let's get on to the sucking part. My nuts are full and I have a plane to catch." The despairing Superhero gave Tony's dickhead one final kiss before obediently and deliberately forming his lips into the requisite "O." True to form Luthor's ecstatic agent grasped the back of Superman's head and began to pull it slowly and deliberately towards the head of his hard, hot dick. The guards watched in awe as Tony's phallic missle slowly closed the space between it and the Man of Steel's passively waiting ovalled lips. An audible grunt of approval came from the guards as the bullet like head first made contact with Superman's lips, and then slipped effortlessly past them into the mouth of the kneeling hunk. And they openly applauded when the densely haired pubes of the Latino male ground themselves against Superman's lips. As Superman endured this public humiliation his situation suddenly became worse when his own formidable cock began to harden. Although the intense cravings for cum of the pleasure centers of his brain had been satisfied, once they detected the presence of cock they sprang into action. They would not miss the opportunity to get another fix. With his face impaled on a hot Latino rod, the mortified Man of Steel groaned in frustration as he felt the umistakeable signs of an erection. The pleasure centers had assumed control and within moments his own impressive slab of meat was fully erect. It was one of the Nigerian guards who first noticed that Superman was throwing a bone; a situation that he immediately brought to Tony's attention. "Oh, yes," said the Man of Steel's smiling Latino tormentor as he ran his fingers through Superman's hair, "I told you she loved to suck on my dick. This always happens when she blows me. It's just another way of saying thank you,'" isn't it, faggot?" asked Tony as his stare bored into Superman's eyes. A mumbled "yes" escaped from the Man of Steel's dick stuffed mouth as he gave his abuser the answer that was expected. "You know what happens next, asshole! You know the drill." said Superman's debaser as he stared down at the Man of Steel's imposing erection. The disgraced Superhunk quietly moaned as he lowered his hand to his groin, wrapped his fist around his fully erect penis, and began to masturbate, once again drawing derisive remarks from the grinning Nigerian guards. A few minutes later a broad smile broke across the exultant Hispanic stud's face as he felt Superman's tongue begin intensely lapping away at his cock, paying particular attention to the gaping piss slit at the end of the engorged rod. "Very good, Superman. You're a quick learner. You really have learned to suck cock well. Guess you've been getting a lot of practice in lately, haven't you," chuckled Tony as Superman assiduously followed the memorized instructions of his hated tormentor on how to properly fellate a straight stud. As he slavishly knelt nude and exposed before his smirking master, sucking, slobbering and devouring Tony's harden penis, the beaten Man of Steel despondently recalled every vile detail of the cocksucking training he had been forced to endure at the hands of his humiliator that night in the cave. Those lurid memories were the roadmap he had to follow in order to please Luthor's agent, and Superman was now having to relive them. The lusty Hispanic male was really enjoying Superman's detailed attention to his cockhead when the Man of Steel unexpectedly pulled off of his dick and buried his face against Tony's crotch. But before Superman's annoyed 22 year old master could object he felt the Superhero's tongue begin to lick and wash his hairy scrotum. "Hold up, pussyface," Tony said as he pushed Superman's head away from his crotch. "The troops may not be able to fully appreciate your talents at ball washing. These pants may be blocking their view. Hold on for a second faggot," Tony continued as he undid his pants and quickly yanked them and his shorts down below his knees. Placing one hand on the back of Superman's head, the smiling Latino pulled Superman's face forward until his lips were pressed against Tony's scrotum. "Okay, faggot, you can resume cleaning my nuts." Several of the guards simply lost it when they saw the most awesome male on earth begin to slavishly lap away at Tony's hair covered scrotum. A few were laughing so hard that tears came to their eyes. They couldn't believe that any man would lower himse to do such a thing. And it wasn't lost on them that the Man of Steel was still running his fist up and down his own rigid shaft while continuing to tongue Tony's ball sack. Deep feelings of shame enveloped the nut slobbering Superhunk as his tongue bathed the nutsack of his hated oppressor's minion. "How did this happen to me," he wondered as the Hispanic balls were abruptly withdrawn and replaced with Tony's pre-cum dripping dick. "This is disgusting beyond belief," thought the dispairing male icon as the hard phallus was thrust once again into his mouth. "Suck it good, faggot," Tony ordered as he began to slowly and deliberately face-fuck Luthor's subjugated foe. "I want to leave the troops here with an image they'll never forget. So you better pay attention when I speak to you. I can't hold back this load much longer. Jerk off faster. I want you to come first." Under the amused stares of the thoroughly entertained Nigerian troops the subservient Man of Steel increased the speed at which he was stroking his own Kryptonian boner while continuing to impale his face on Tony's rigid phallus. Four minutes later the troops began whistling and applauding when Superman's splendid slab of meat started to ejaculate long streams of sperm laden semen into the air and onto the soil of Nigeria. Even though it was Superman's second orgasm that night, the volume of cum that shot out of his cock was impressive. A few moments later Luthor's despised henchman abruptly pulled his dick out so that it hovered an inch in front of Superman's mouth, snarled "open up, faggot! Stick out your tongue. Don't swallow until I tell you," and commenced to spew his own hot mansauce into the open mouth of the Man of Steel. Tony was determined to graphically demonstrate the depth of the depravity to which the most formidable male in the world had sunk. Seeing the streams of thick, white goo leap from his cockhead and land inside the mouth and on to the tongue of the vanquished Man of Steel would only strengthen the impression that Superman was a degenerate and pervert who did not deserve to call himself a man. The instant the first droplets of warm semen landed on Superman's tongue, the debased Son of Kypton was once again seized with an incredibly strong physical need to ingest the loathsome substance as the chemically altered pleasure centers of Superman's brain reacted to the presence of cum in Superman's mouth. But he knew he had to fight the urge lest he disobey his Latin master. He just knelt there as streams of Latino goo shot out of Tony's fuckstick and splashed inside of the mouth of the Man of Steel After Tony's well-sucked cock finally emptied itself of its large load of semen, he slowly whiped his cockhead off in Superman's hair, and then called the stunned Nigerian guards over to the kneeling Superstud. "Open your mouth and show them my load, faggot," snapped Tony as the troops surrounded Tony and his Kyrptonian cockslave. Once the disgraced Superhero had complied, and each of the guards had seen the large pool of fresh semen lying inside of Superman's mouth, Luthor's agent said "Swallow it, cunt." Moments later Tony's semen was on its way into Superman's stomach accompanied by the laughs, cheers and applause of the thoroughly entertained troops. "You are a fucking degenerate," sneered Tony contemptuously as he stared down at the awesome male specimen who still knelt at his feet. "You sicken me, cocksucker. What a fucking disgrace. Now fly the fuck home and wait for further instructions in your apartment. Your friend Gunnar is there. I understand you like to suck on his dick too. Don't worry, he'll keep you supplied with cock until we decide the next phase of your cocksucking life. Now flap your fairy wings outta here. The quicker you get back to your apartment the sooner you'll have those beautiful lips of yours wrapped around a hard cock. Take off!" With his phsyical craving for semen again temporarily satisfied, Superman's conscience was able to reassert itself. The inwardly dismayed and humiliated Man of Steel, desperate to escape from the site of his most recent degradation, slowly got off of his knees, hung his head, wandered past the leering Nigerian guards, and took off into the Nigerian night, sans uniform for the first time in his life. A few moment later he plunged headlong into the Atlantic Ocean in an effort to cleanse his body from all traces of the evening's activities. But while the spit and semen from Tony and Azikiwe's troops were washed from his body and his hair, nothing could remove the memory of what he just endured. No soldier had ever gotten close to defeating him in the past. Each encounter with troops in the past had ended in a total victory for Superman; but tonight it had been Superman who had capitulated. And his surrender had been total and unconditional. It was he who had knelt in total submission before them on command. It was the unbeatable and invincible Man of Steel who remained passively on his knees while troops stripped him. It was Superman who was toppled backwards onto the floor by a grinning soldier. It was him, Superman, who passively laid on his back while his would be rapists undressed before him. It was the Man of Steel's dick that began to harden when he saw the strong dark bodies of the troops who surrounded him. It was him, Superman, who had voluntarily gotten back into a kneeling position before the lust-filled troops, and had begun to fellate them without any order being given. And for the first time in his life he had been mounted and taken by several men who had filled his bowels with their semen. But most damning memory of them all was the public humiliation inflicted upon him by the Latino male and the realization that his prized uniform, the symbol of everything he stood for, had been taken from him. As the wet Superstud emerged from his cleansing bath in the Atlantic he was horrified to discover that he was once again sprouting a rigid Kryptonian erection. Even the thought of what he had just done, repugnant though it may be, was enough to trigger a hard on in the unknowingly cum-addicted Man of Steel. As the Superman streaked home he frantically tried to shift his thoughts away from sex before he once again lost control of his body. By the time the Superhero had reached his Metropolis apartment he had succeeded in calming his raging hard on. It was a little past 10 PM when the stark naked specimen of Kryptonian maleness landed on Clark Kent's balcony and quickly slipped into his apartment. He had just drawn the curtain across the sliding glass doors when the entire room was bathed in light The words "Welcome home, cocksucker!" penetrated Superman's ears as his Daily Planet coworker, Gunnar Adolphson, the 19 year blond, lanky, blue-eyed, Swede and distant cousin of Lois Lane, turned on his apartment lights. "Holy Shit! The flying faggot's been out partying! Hey man, it's nice to see that you've finally come to terms with your faggottry, but isn't this going a bit too far?" laughed the deceitful intern who the distraught Man of Steel had mistaken for a friend. "I mean, where's the mystery? I thought you faggots got turned on by a little suspense. What the hell is this? Do you just fly in the window butt naked, drop to your knees and then suck? What the hell happened to your outfit?" asked the smirking college intern as he reveled in Superman's discomforture. "Er, ah, Tony took it," mumbled the Man of Steel as he struggled to provide an explanation to Luthor's youngest henchman. "He, ah said I could wear it later," continued the flustered Superhero as he shielded his genitals with his hand. "What the fuck is this modesty shit?" demanded Gunnar. "Get that fucking hand away from your pathetic, faggot cock. You're gonna be spending a lot of time bare ass from now on, so you might as well get used to it. Besides, if its alright for you to fly around naked outside, it makes no sense for you to go shy inside this apartment. "Move that fucking hand, now! That's better," chuckled the blond male as he watched Superman obediently expose his genitals. "I don't want you wearing any clothes until Tony shows up with your uniform; not even any of your Clark Kent stuff. It's just gonna be you and me. Besides this way I can keep an eye on that pecker of yours. When that thing goes up I'll know its time to feed you," Gunnar smirked as he cupped the crotch of his jeans. "Yeah, I filled these up for you. Lex says I gotta keep you happy for awhile," he said sarcastically as he stared into the eyes of the dethroned Man of Steel. The 19 year old blond sat down on the same chair where he had set up and seduced Superman earlier. "Get over here and sit down next to me," said Gunnar as he gestured towards towards the floor in front of the chair. "I want to hear all about your evening, and I mean all about it. Don't leave out a single detail," he said as he watched the naked Man of Steel slowly sit on the floor beneath him. "Go on ..." It was nearly 11:30 PM before Superman concluded his painstakingly detailed account of his gang rape at the hands of Azikiwe's troops and his public abasement by Tony in front of the guards. The malevolent Swede insisted that Superman provide a precise recounting of each incident of the evening in Nigeria. His purpose was two-fold: the first to force the Man of Steel to relive the night of dishonor, and the second to set up the Man of Steel for the next phase in his life as a cocksucking slave. "... and then he made me fly back to Metropolis naked," concluded Superman as he finally finished reliving his terrible ordeal. "Sounds like you really enjoyed yourself tonight, didn't you?" asked Gunnar mockingly as he looked into Superman's face. "No, it was a nightmare," declared the dejected Man of Steel. "I hated every second of it." "Oh, yeah?" asked the diabolical Swede, "then can you tell me why you're sprouting that fucking boner?" he continued as he pointed at Superman's fully elongated shaft. "How's that old expression go? Ah yes, your lips tell me no, no' but there's yes, yes' in between your thighs! That fucking dick of yours is the best lie detector I've ever seen, Clark. I think that the only thing you hated was leaving that place. You would have loved to have been invited to spend the night in the barracks! Hell, you would have been in fag heaven. Dozens of dicks just for you. Now, get off your homo ass, and get into the bedroom," laughed Gunnar as he placed his foot in the middle of Superman's chest and booted him backwards onto his back. "Get in there, now!" "Go brush your teeth, get under the covers, and wait for me," barked the bemused young stud as he watched the hard on sprouting Man of Steel get to his feet and sullenly walk towards his own bedroom. It was a tormented Superman who stood before the mirror in his own bathroom brushing and rebrushing his teeth, as if the toothpaste could somehow make him forget turgid cocks that had slid back and forth across his lips or the wads of sperm filled cum that had coated his teeth that night. He detested what he suspected was about to happen to him, yet those same thoughts that horrified him kept his magnificent Kryptonian phallus straining at full erection. The thought of what Gunnar might force him to do was abhorrent, yet the more that he speculated on what might lie ahead, the stronger the physical cravings grew within him for it to happen. He knew that nothing on earth could keep him from getting into his own bed and submitting to whatever loathsome and perverse sexual demands the hateful 19 year old might make. A few minutes later, the handsome Kryptonian stud was obediently lying in his own bed, under his own covers, awaiting the orders of his treacherous blond tormentor. The young, calculating Swedish stud waited for more than an hour and a half watching television before finally getting up and entering Clark's bedroom carrying a book which he placed on the nightstand next to the bed. He knew that the Man of Steel was tormented by lust, and he wanted to increase Superman's agony. Gunnar was fairly certain that the greater Superman's physical need for semen, the greater control Gunnar would have over him the rest of the night. "Hey the faggot's still awake," observed Gunnar as he finally entered Clark's bedroom. "And look how happy he is too see me," he said mockingly as he pointed towards the tent in the bedsheet that covered the submissive and dread filled Superhero. "Well, just you wait my fine, fairy friend. I'll take care you soon enough, but first I gotta get ready for bed," said the grinning blue-eye male as he slowly walked into Superman's bathroom, his every movement watched by the his distressed Superhero victim. Once in the bathroom Luthor's 19 year old henchman brushed his teeth, washed his face, and slowly removed his clothing, keenly aware that Superman's eyes were carefully recording his every movement. He stood for several minutes clad only in his shorts to prolong Superman's agony and to further intensify the Man of Steel's chemically driven desires. "There, that should do it," Gunnar remarked nonchalantly as he emerged nude from Clark's bathroom and strode directly next to the bed, his blond hair enshrouded dick only inches from Superman's face. "Here, I brought you a present," said the youthful college hunk as he took the underwear he had just removed and rubbed them across the nose and lips of the Man of Steel. "Take a good whiff Clark. I understand the smell of a real man's crotch is an aphrodisiac for you homo types," observed Gunnar. The passive Man of Steel lay of his back for several minutes breathing through the underwear of his young master, while the blond male watched the Superhero's anxious for release cock twitching beneath the covers. "This shouldn't be too diffcult," thought the 19 year old male as he removed his shorts from Superman's face and tossed them into the corner. "I see you liked your present," chuckled Gunnar as he stared into the face of the vanquished Kryptonian hunk. "Well, at least your dick did," he said nodding towards the tented covers. "I guess its time for bed!" he announced. "Only I know that I'm forgetting something," he said as he shook his head and scratched his balls. "What the hell could it be Clark?" he asked as he coldly stared down at the Man of Steel whose eyes where locked onto his Swedish phallus. "Oh, yeah! I gotta take a leak. Silly me. I almost forgot. You know Clark," continued the 19 year old, "It just doesn't make much sense for me to walk all the way back to the bathroom just to take a leak. I mean, you seem to like the stuff that comes outta a guy's dick.," said Gunnar as he grabbed himself and slowly shook his penis at the Man of Steel. "How about it? Ever had a piss cocktail, Superman? Bet you'd like it. Come on, open those pretty lips of yours," said the grinning male as he moved forward, bringing his thighs into contact with the edge of Superman's bed. "Come on, open up!" Confronted with the prospects of this new and aweful degradation, the psyche of the Man of Steel momentarily asserted itself. "Not that. Don't make me do this, Gunnar. Please!" pleaded the Superhero. "It's too degrading. I'm gonna suck you off. I'll do whatever you want me to do, but don't make me do this. Please." "Come on, Superman baby. I think you'll like it. Your dick's still as hard as a rock. I think it wants you to try it. Come on, open up those pretty lips of yours. Come here," Gunnar continued as he calmly grasped Superman's head and pulled it into his crotch. "Get a good wiff of my balls. Bet that changes your mind." Within moments Superman's nostrils were buried in a forest of blond Swedish pubic hairs. As his powerful lungs inhaled the heady male fumes, the chemically altered pleasure centers of the Superhunk's brain asserted themselves. Two minutes later the psyche of the defeated Man of Steel writhed in agony and shame as Superman felt him laying back on his own bed and meekly opening his mouth underneath the flacid penis of the triumphant 19 year old. "I knew you'd change your mind, Superman," chortled his 19 year old tormentor as he slipped the head of his cock into Superman's open mouth. "You cocksuckers will take anything that comes out of a dick." Moments later Gunnar's urethra opened up and began to pour a steady, but controlled ,flow of urine into the mouth of the Man of Steel. The only other time anyone had pissed in Superman's mouth was when Luthor's 38 year old off-duty Irish cop, Ryan, had dumped Superman unconscious along the side of the road. Ryan and others had pissed all over the comatose Man of Steel, including in his mouth. But this time it was different. It was a wide awake Superman who was allowing another male to use his mouth as a urinal. As the first volumes of warm piss flowed into his mouth, Superman's inner psyche screamed in horror. This was total debasement. It was abominable. Yet the physical side of the Man of Steel ordered him to accept it since this was insurance that the desperately cum wad was soon to follow. As the beaming Swede detected the first swallows from his formidable prey below he congratulated himself for having successfully taken the invincible Man of Steel to an even lower stage of depravity. "Whoa, looks like Superman is a piss-pig too!" laughed Gunnar as he continued to slowly empty his bladder into the mouth of Man of Steel. Lying on his back and duitifully swallowing every drop of urine that poured into his mouth the debased Superhero stared helplessly into the cruel blue eyes of his blond captor as the heartless 19 year old heaped scorn and abuse upon him. "Look into my eyes Superman. That's my piss that you're drinking. That's the piss of a genuine pussy pleasing heterosexual stud. A real man wouldn't let another guy piss in his mouth. A real man would never let himself become a toilet for another guy. But then you're not a real man are you, faggot?" asked the 19 year old with cold contempt in his voice. "You're some kind of flying homo from outer space, aren't you? Yeah, look at how much you're getting off drinking my piss. I've never seen your cock so hard, Superman," said the sarcastic blond as he reached over and gave the Man of Steel's hard dick a stroke. "Yup, you are one fucking degenerate cocksucker," Gunnar said as he continued to empty the contents of his bladder into the mouth of the submissive Man of Steel. When the last drops of urine had left Gunnar's piss slit and joined the rest of his flood inside of Superman's belly, the smirking, self-satisfied young hunk just remained standing and took in the whole scene. There he was, a 19 year old college student, with his dickhead firmly surrounded by the lips of the most awesome male who had ever existed on earth. Below him was a man who could flatten mountains, reverse the course of rivers, smash asteroids, and survive nuclear blasts, yet that very same male had obediently allowed himself to be converted into Gunnar's own personal urinal. It would be a heady experience for any male, let alone a 19 year just starting out. As the young Swede continued to savor his triumph of the Man of Steel, Gunnar's cockhead registered the unmistakeable signs of sucking. Yes, the cum addicted Kryptonian heart throb was trying to suck him off. Although he was really tempted to slide more of his now hardening cock into the superhuman mouth that was slurping away at it, he had other plans for that night. "Whoa, bitch!" snapped the 19 year old as he abruptly pulled his penis out of Superman's anxious mouth. "It ain't time for that yet. You got one dose of goodies outta my dick. Savor it for a while. Enjoy the moment, faggot. Don't worry, I'll dump a nice load of hot goo into that pretty little faggot mouth of yours eventually. Just be patient," continued the haunty 19 year old as he provocatively stroked his dick to erection in front of the addicted to cum Superhero. "Please," groaned the nearly delirious Superhero, "You promised. You promised." "Be patient cocksucker," chuckled the gloating college student as he continued to rub his hard cock. "You're gonna get your reward, but first we have to try a little experiment in patience. Now, slide down under those covers, faggot. It's bedtime. I'm gonna give my dick here a little rest before I let you jam it down your homo throat. Go on now. Get down under those covers. It's time for your test." The completely baffled Man of Steel, half crazed from the desire to swallow cum, and hard as a rock from the demented Swede's prolonged program of stimulation, turned onto his stomach and slid obediently beneath the sheets. A few minutes later the room lights when out, and Superman's tormentor slipped into his bed. A second later the covers were lifted and a flashlight shone into Superman's eyes. "Get in between my legs, cocksucker. Come on faggot, hurry up. I ain't got all night," barked the 19 year old stud as he implemented the second stage of his plan to further humble the Man of Steel. "That's right, faggot. I want your face wedged right in the middle of my legs. Now, bury your face in between my thighs. I want to feel my balls on your nose, cocksucker. You're gonna like this, faggot. Your entire world is gonna consist of my cock and balls. Kinda like a preview of fag heaven. Right pussyface? Yeah, that's the way, cocksucker," chortled the youthful male as he felt the awesome Superhunk meekly comply. "And no sucking the goodies until I give you permission, is that understood cocksucker," Gunnar said as he grabbed a handful of Superman's hair and yanked his head upwards. "I said is that understood, cocksucker?" "Yes." "Yes, what faggot?" "Yes, no sucking on your cock until you give me permission." "Why don't you try adding a Mr. Adolphson' to that sentence. Now, one more time..." "Yes,Mr. Adolphson. No sucking on your cock until you give me permission," came the reply from the broken Superhero. "Good faggot, now that we have properly established our relationship, you have my permission to revisit fag heaven." "Thank you, Mr. Adolphson." The smug 19 year old turned on the light on the nightstand, lay back on Superman's bed, crossed his arms over his head, and enjoyed the sensation of total victory as he felt the mightiest male in the world bury his face underneath his youthful nuts. "I bought this book the other day from an adult shop," said Gunnar to the thigh imprisoned Kryptonian stud. "It's called Crazy for Cock.' It's about a guy who lives to suck dick. Sorta reminds me of you. I thought you might like to hear it as a sort of bedtime story," Gunnar said as he reached down and rubbed the blanket covered head of the Man of Steel." For the vanquished Man of Steel the next two hours were sheer hell. With his face wedged into the nutsack of his Swedish dominator, Superman's ultrasensitve nostrils brought a never ending message to his brain center that the all important substance, semen, was within reach. Urgent demands were transmitted to the supine Man of Steel to seek out the goo that his cum-addicted pleasure centers had to have. His own Kryptonian rod ached for release in response to the flood of erotic stimuli that flowed into his nostrils. Relief was literally on top of his face, but he could not have it. And all the while above him was the voice of his blond captor reading lurid accounts of fellatio from the porn book. After the second hour of listening to low groans and feeling the tortured shifts of the cum hungry stud imprisoned between his thighs, the blond abuser, stopped reading, put the book aside and tapped the lust mad Superhero on the shoulder. "Hey faggot. How would you like to try sucking on my balls for a while? Yeah, I think you'd like that. Yeah, why don't you show me how much you appreciate a real set of balls, not those useless things you carry around, but a real man's balls, the kind that make babies. Would you like that faggot," asked Gunnar as he tapped Superman on the side of the head. A low toned "yes" preceded by a groan came out of the Man of Steel. "I didn't hear you," continued the grinning Swede. "What did you say?" "Yes. Yes, Mr. Adolphson," came the reply. "Okay, lap away faggot. Just remember to stay away from my cock. We're saving the best for last," said the smiling blond hunk as he felt the Man of Steel's tongue begin to caress and worship his hair flecked ballsack. The 19 year old hunk was amazed at the variety of ways that the cum starved Superhero employed in lavishing oral attention onto his scrotum. Gunnar's ballsack was licked, kissed, and nuzzled by the captive Man of Steel. His testicles were individualyl and collectively taken into Superman's mouth; bathed in his saliva; and worhipped by his tongue. The sensation was simply out of this world. It wasn't too long before a full masted Swedish boner towered triumphantly over the disgraced Man of Steel. By this time it didn't matter to the cum-addicted Superhero what Gunnar demanded. He had to have the 19 year old's load of cum. The sight of the proud Swediish erection his ball sucking had raised only encouraged the Man of Steel to strive even more to please his captor. After twenty minutes of Superman's undivided attention to his balls, the exultant 19 year old pulled his nutsack away from the mouth of the Man of Steel. Superman's oral devotions had almost triggered an orgasm by the young blond stud. It wasn't time yet, and when he did come he wanted to come once again in Superman's mouth. "Okay, faggot," announced the college male as he pointed the flashlight under the covers and stared into Superman's lust filled eyes. "You've got one more chore to do and then I'll let you suck me off. You do this right, and this will be yours," promised Gunnar as he lewdly waved his boner in front of the almost frantic Man of Steel. "Do you want this faggot?" the 19 year old asked as he continued to wave his hard dick at Superman. "Yes. Yes Mr. Adolphson. Please!" "Tell me how much you need this cock, faggot," Luthor's young henchman demanded, still tantalizing the famished for cock Superstud with his blond hair enshrouded erection.. "A lot Mr. Adolphson, I really need it badly," came the breathless reply of the despondent Man of Steel. "Well, it's almost time for you to suck me off, but there is one more thing I know you'll enjoy doing before I allow you the privilege of blowing me," continued Gunnar. "I did some research the other day and discovered that you homo types really get off on eating out the ass of a handsome stud such as myself. This is just too weird for me, but since that's what you guys are into, I thought we might as well try it. After all you did get to practice on that Nigerian general tonight. I saw a couple of photographs of how you faggots do it. It really grossed me out, but to each his own. So crank up that tongue of yours and lets get on with it." As the hungry for semen brain of the crotch inebriated Man of Steel attempted to comprehend this latest demand from the demonic college hunk, Gunnar tossed the bed covers off the naked Kryptonian male, got into a prone position on his hands and knees at the head of the bed, spread his legs outward, looked over his shoulders at the stupified Superhero and said "Eat my ass, faggot. The faster you get your tongue up my ass, the sooner you'll get my dick down your throat. Come on Superfaggot, Eat me!" yelled the power crazed college hunk as he looked down of the dazed Man of Steel. Something snapped inside the head of the Man of Steel. He scrambled up onto his hands and knees behind the despicable college male; buried his face in between the cheeks of the Swedish stud's ass and began devouring it. The Man of Steel ate Gunnar's ass like his life depended upon it. This time there wasn't any semen lure on it like Azikiwe had used earlier. This time it was pure, raw, unadulterated butt that the Kryptonian stud was consuming. Gunnar squealed with animal delight as he watched this dream stud of heterosexual women lap away at his youthful ass. "Stick your tongue inside, bitch," the 19 year old barked. "Clean that hole properly, you worthless piece of shit. I don't feel anything yet!" he bellowed. A split second later Gunnar's sphincter was forced open by Superman's tongue as the Kryptonian hunk submitted to the young Swede's demands. The sensation was exhilarating. The young male had never felt more powerful or in control of a situation in his life. Superman was tonguing his asshole! "Rim daddy's ass, bitch," growled the 19 year old as his hormone driven body reacted to this never before experienced sensation. He had laid his share of young women and had been blown by quite a number of them, but no one had ever done anything remotely like this to him before. The pleasure was so intense that he found himself pushing himself backwards in an attempt to impale himself on Superman's probing, slurping and lapping tongue. At this point all self-control and every last shred of dignity of the Man of Steel disappeared. As the college stud shoved his firm young buttocks backwards, Superman thrust his face forwards wedging himself in the middle of the two firm cheeks and giving him even greater access to the Swede's bunghole. He strained to extend his Kryptonian tongue to its fullest length as he shamelessly performed anilingus on his ecstatic dominator. Not even Luthor could have imagined that his Superhuman foe could possibly be brought down to such a state of depravity. The young Swede was exhultant as he felt the Man of Steel unconditionally surrender to his perverse demands. The blond 19 year old just couldn't take his eye's off of the ass-obscured face of the formidable Kryptonian hunk as Superman's tongue frantically lapped away at his young bunghole. He wanted it to go on forever. But that was not to be. Although he tried to extend the ass-eating for as long as possible, there came a time when even the power crazed Swede had to yield to his own body's demands for release. His nuts were aching. His dick was dripping. He had to get off. "Okay, okay," said the panting blond stud as he pulled his well-tongued ass away from the Man of Steel, turned around and stood up on Superman's bed. "You can have it," he panted. " You did well. Now, blow me, cocksucker!" At the words "blow me," Superman rushed to his knees, impaled his face Gunnar's hardon, and began a nonstop assault on it with his mouth. He frantically scoured the shaft and head of the rigid penis with his tongue while caressing the entire rod with his lips. He ran his hands up and down the legs, thighs and abdomen of the towering blond as he sucked away on the proud, hair enshrouded Swedish dick. All of the cocksucking skills Superman had acquired during his many hideous encounters with Luthor's men were brought to bear on the 19 year old rod that now filled his mouth. Gunnar had enjoyed his previous blow jobs from the Man of Steel, but they were nothing compared with the ferocity born of desperation that now drove Superman. Any plans of Gunnar's to have this part of Superman's degradation last for a long time were shattered by the incredible sensations emanating from the cock that was buried in the face of the Man of Steel. The 19 year old's body was wracked by a tremendous spasm as he began ejaculating large quantities of thick, white, sperm loaded semen into Superman's eager maw. At the first detection of cum by his ultrasensitive tastebuds, the cocksucking Man of Steel's throat began swallowing while Superman's tongue lapped away directly at the Swede's cum spewing piss slot. The sensation of warm, fresh semen spraying onto the tastebuds of his tongue was too much for the pleasure centers of the Man of Steel. As the euphoric Swede watched, the magnificent body of the supermale who was fellating him shook and shuddered in the throes of a spectacular orgasm. Long streams of white Kryptonian semen ejaculated from Superman's impressive phallus, arching into the air before falling onto the sheet below. Millions of superhuman sperm were splattered onto the cotton bedding as the fundamental essence of the Man of Steel poured out of his adamantine organ. The orgasm was so intense that the vanquished Superstud had to hold onto the body of his rapist in order to stop from falling off of his own bed. When it was finally over both males collapsed, completely spent. Gunnar just lay back on Superman's bed exhausted while looking at the top of Superman's head. Superman lay on his stomach, his face buried in the Swede's groin with Gunnar's detumescent cock still stuffed in his mouth. His own cock was lying in a pool of Kryptonian jism below which still seeped out of his Superhuman cockhead. Within a few minutes they were both sound asleep. The light on the nightstand was on; the covers were off; and the bedding splattered with Kryptonian semen. Gunnar was on his back, while Superman was passed out face down on his belly, his mouth still enveloping the 19 year old's cock. Superman's slumbering young master was blasted out of a very deep sleep around 7:00 AM when Clark Kent's alarm clock went off. He was momentarily disoriented, waking up in the unfamiliar bed, but soon remembered what had transpired the night before. When he realized that the victim of his sexual assault was no longer in bed, he was puzzled, but then recalled waking up in the middle of the night and shoving the Man of Steel onto the floor when the Superhero began nursing on Gunnar's penis while he slept. Looking over the edge of the bed he saw the sleeping Man of Steel lying naked on his back sprouting morning wood. Even the heterosexual college hunk had to admit to himself that the sleeping Kryptonian male had an extraordinary body and an impressive dick. But in the final analysis, Gunnar reasoned, Superman's powerful musculature and Superhuman penis really didn't matter. Those formidable muscles couldn't save him from being forced to suck cock, and the only time the Man of Steel's phallus ejaculated was while the Kryptonian hunk was submissively answering the sexual demands of other males. "What a waste," thought Gunnar as he stared down at the male he had manipulated and exploited the night before. "What a fucking waste." "Hey dickbreath!" snapped the lanky Swede as he threw a pillow at the sleeping Man of Steel. "It's time to get up." "Looks like you've been dreaming about me," smirked the 19 year old male as he pointed down at Superman's morning erection. "You faggots never change. Get off your ass and get into the bathroom. You've got a busy day ahead of you. Come on, faggot, follow me," ordered the young college blond as he clambered out of bed and headed towards Superman's bathroom. The troubled Superhero had no idea as to what his cruel young master had planned for him that morning; however, the blackmailed and cum-addicted Kryptonian stud did know that he was in no position to resist whatever demands Gunnar made. Luthor's lurid photographs and video tapes of the Man of Steel sucking off scores of cocks had ensared his Superhuman nemesis in a blackmail web from which even Superman could not escape. That disobedience was simply not an option was evident as the dread-filled Man of Steel followed his blond overseer into the bathroom As Superman entered his bathroom, the malicious 19 year old turned, pulled the shower curtain aside, pointed to the bathtub, and said "get into the tub asshole. We gotta get you cleaned up." "I can shower myself," replied the tense Superhero as glanced from his shower to the male who had tormented him the night before. "I'll make it quick." "Nice try, Superman" snapped the young Swede. "Just get the fuck in the tub! Now!!!!" "And I don't want you standing in it," Gunnar said as he watched Superman abandon any resistance and enter the tub. "Sit your fairy ass down in the middle of the tub. Hurry up, you fucking fruit." "Now, lay down on your back," Gunnar ordered after Superman had entered the tub. "All the way down," continued Gunnar as he watched Superman heed his directive. "I want that head of yours lying flat on the bottom of the tub. You can lift your legs if you need the room," Gunnar continued. The world of the handsome Kryptonian was totally distorted as he lay flat on his back in his own bathtub staring upwards at his blond master. The strange position in which Superman found himself made the naked 19 year college hunk look like a giant as he towered above he prone Superhuman. It only amplified the Man of Steel's sensation of inferiority as the body of the naked blond stud totally dominated Superman's field of view. The blond Swede's long legs, down covered scrotum, and flacid penis all seemed larger than life to the porcelain imprisoned Man of Steel. It was an irrefutable statement that the mighty hunk from Krypton had indeed been toppled and turned into a sex slave for the use and pleasure of other men. "There, I knew you'd see it my way," said the grinning intern as he looked down at his exposed victim. "I think that you're going to like this. I know that I will," laughed Gunnar as he stared into Superman's eyes. "It looks like your hard on has disappeared. Gee, that must have only been a piss hard," he observed as he pointed at Superman's now flacid phallus. "And I thought you were sprouting wood because you were happy to see me. Oh well, guess you just had to take a leak." Gunnar continued. "But wait a minute, you haven't pissed yet. That must be really uncomfortable. I know I haven't taken a leak yet and my bladder feels like it's gonna burst. What kind of friend would I be if I denied you the right to drain the old lizard? We can't have you just lying there with a tank full, can we Superman?" the 19 year old mockingly asked. "Tell you what. You just lie there on your back and open up the floodgates. Yeah, I think you need it. Go ahead, Superman, let it all out," ordered the grinning Swede as he stared down at the nude Superhero. A low groan escaped from the mouth of the Man of Steel as he realized what he had just been ordered to do by his sadistic master. There was no use in trying to get his smiling tormentor to change his mind. It would just be an exercise in futility. Superman had no other choice A few moments later a broad smile swept across Gunnar's face as he watched a stream of Kryptonian urine begin to pour out of Superman's penis onto the abdomen and groin of the conquered Man of Steel. Superman shuddered as he felt his own warm urine spread out across his belly, spill into his navel, wash back through his pubic hair and over his scrotum, before silently running onto the surface of the tub. He felt his own wastewater flow around his buttocks and touch the bottom of his thighs before disappearing into the drain; all of which occurred under the watchful eyes of the beaming blond male "Very good," said the blond Swede as he knelt down next to the tub to get a closer look at the Man of Steel's act of self degradation. "Here, let me help you out," Gunnar continued as he snagged a washcloth and soaked it in the urine that remained on the firm abdomen of the Man of Steel and continued to stream out of his penis. The humiliated Superhero looked down in disgust as the cruel blond Swede began to wash Superman's abdomen with the urine-soaked washcloth. His disgust changed to alarm when his Swedish tormentor moved the wet cloth upwards across his magnificently sculptured chest and towards his neck. The feeling of alarm changed to horror when the urine drenched washcloth cleared his neck and began to cover his entire face. Within seconds Superman's nostrils were filled with the scent of his own piss as his 19 year old controller worked the urine soaked cloth all over the face of the Man of Steel. "There, that's a good start," observed the leering college male as he tossed the cloth aside and stood up to admire his handywork. You're starting to look better already. But we've only washed part of you. We can't have that. And it looks like the tank is empty," Gunnar declared as the last drops of Kryptonian urine dripped out of Superman's urethra. I guess I'll have to do the rest." As the debased Superhunk began to comprehend the meaning of Gunnar's words, his anguished thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the fiendish Swede. "Part those lips a little bit, Superman, and keep those eyes open. It's time for your shower." As Superman looked up towards the face of the diabolical college male, the supine Man of Steel saw a stream of urine begin to cascade out of Gunnar's dick. The first targets of the urine shower were the Kryptonian hunk's phallus and testicles. The sneering 19 year old then moved the stream rapidly over Superman's abdomen, lingered for a moment on his muscular chest and then advanced over his neck. Moments later the handsome face of the heart throb of millions was innundated in a shower of fresh from the dick urine. Directing his piss spewing penis like a skilled fireman, the 19 year old blond male made sure that every square inch of Superman's face was saturated by the contents of his bladder. Urine poured into Superman's mouth, went up his nose, and gushed into his open eyes. Gunnar then targeted the Man of Steel's eyebrows and forehead before finally shifting the stream towards the Superhero's thick head of hair. By the time he had finished emptying his bladder, every part of Superman's body above his chest was saturated with the young Swede's warm urine. The blond college intern was overcome with delight as he looked down at his piss covered enemy. Unlike the night before Superman had not uttered a single word of protest. He had submitted totally and unconditionally to the 19 year old. The Man of Steel had been broken completely. "Stay where you are, pissboy," said Superman's blond master as he stepped into the tub and stood in the center of Superman's urine slicked abdomen. "I gotta wash up. I have to get your dried up spit off of my asshole!"exclaimed the exhultant male as he turned on the shower. As the warm water poured out of Superman's shower onto the wiry 19 year old, and then down onto the prostrate Man of Steel, the youthful Swede was take aback by the fact that his standing on top of the Man of Steel caused the Kryptonian stud no physical distress. "This fucking freak is built of steel," he thought as he began to soap himself. "Yet all of that strength and power cannot save him from us." As he lay on his back with his 19 year old tormentor standing on his firm, washboard stomach, the defeated Man of Steel was driven to new depths of despair as he contemplated his fate. Within a very short period of time Superman had been transformed from the most respected and powerful man on earth into a submissive sexual play thing for male criminals. Where once he had defeated and captured the thugs and offenders who served Lex Luthor, he now submissively fell to his knees and fellated them whenever they demanded it. The semen he sucked out of the penises of criminals was now becoming a staple part of his diet. He had been stripped and sodomized. He had allowed another man to urinate in his mouth, and had licked a man's sphincter in order to gain permission to suck on another male's reproductive organ. And now he had allowed himself to be turned into a surrogate shower mat by the 19 year old punk who had deceived him. The jubilant college male turned his back to the shower head so that he could observe the agony borne from humiliation he was inflicting on the physically invincible, but psychologically broken, Man of Steel. A broad smile stayed on Gunnar's face as he watched soap and water flow off of his own body and splash onto the perfect body of the Kryptonian male beneath his feet. The young Swede took a particular delight in soaping and slowly stoking his blond hair enshrouded dick to a full erection in full view of Luthor's debased foe. At one point during the hapless superhero's shameful ordeal, the treacherous Swede moved further up the magnificent body of Lex's subjugated foe and placed his feet firmly onto Superman's awe-inspiring pecs, while continuing to methodically massage his youthful erection. To the vanquished Man of Steel, the 19 year old took on the appearance of a titanic male colossus, towering over the conquered Kryptonian hunk. The image of the wet, masturbating young male, proudly standing on top of him, was a powerful visual symbol of the sheer scale of Superman's staggering defeat. Gunnar's bizarre tactics were taking their toll on the humiliated Man of Steel. Each act of degradation and perverse demand for obedience tore at Superman's self-image and reinforced the false message that the handsome Kryptonian hunk was not a real man, but was instead some kind of loathsome degenerate. The message that Superman truly was a homosexual received further support when the trodden on Supermale began to detect the first signs of an erection -- an erection triggered by the sight of the youthful Swede lewdly stroking his erect cock above him under the downpour from the shower. Totally unaware that the pleasure centers of his brain had been permanently altered by Luthor's stealth biochemical attack, the subjugated Superhero found himself locking his eyes onto the 19 year old's erection while moving his hand towards his own elongated Kryptonian cock. Only a homosexual could possibly get turned on by this thought the despairng Man of Steel as he began to intentionally stroke his hard wet dick. "Whoa, it looks like pussyboy sees something he likes!" exclaimed the exultant blond male as saw Superman's eyes locked on his dick and felt the Man of Steel begin to masturbate. "You are shameless," laughed Luthor's minion as he continued to play with himself while looking down contemptuously at the masturbating Superhuman. As the stroking college intern shifted his feet and began to lower himself onto the chest of his awesome sextoy he couldn't help but notice through the falling water that Superman's mouth had automatically opened as the stiff Swedish rod got closer to his face. "Perhaps he's crossed some kind of threshold," Gunnar thought to himself as he knelt astride Superman's head. "This time the cocksucker opened his mouth without hesitation," Gunnar concluded as he began to stroke his stiff 19 year old rod over the captive Superhero's open mouth. "That's a good bitch," grunted the horny youth as he slid his fist up and down his engorged organ while staring directly into Superman's eyes. "You're finally coming to terms with your homosexuality, Superman. I'm glad that you stopped fighting it. You cannot change nature. You are a faggot; a cocksucker; a queer; nothing more, and nothing less. Sucking cock is your primary function in life. You were genetically preordained to satisfy the sexual demands of real males. You will only find peace when you accept this unchallengeable fact of nature and submit completely and unconditionally to me, Luthor, Tony, Collin, Wu and the rest of our men," declared Gunnar as he fought to hold off his orgasm. "The world will never accept your perversion or understand your degenerate needs. The public will turn against you if they ever find out. We do understand and we will keep you supplied with all of the dick and cum that you could possible want. We will keep the terrible truth about you secret, but only if you abandon further resistance. This is what you need, Superman," groaned the on the edge youth as he furiously stroked his rigid cock over the gaping mouth of the Man of Steel. But you must submit!" he gaspingly restated as he lowered his turgid organ and began firing streams of his hot mansauce into Superman's eager mouth. The straddled, Superhuman Son of Krypton's response of "I will. Please, I ..." was cut off as Gunnar's thick load of white goo blasted into the mouth of the Man of Steel where each sperm enriched load was instantly swallowed as the Man of Steel's cum-addicted pleasure centers took control. When the spasming 19 year old finally finishing cumming, he squeezed the last few drops of his semen into Superman's mouth and then wiped the tip of his dick on the edge of Superman's automatically extended tongue. The blond male then sat triumphantly on top of his superhero victim for several moments watching the conquered Man of Steel savoring the last remaining traces of the wads of semen that Gunnar had just deposited in his mouth. A broad smile swept across the face of the victorious male as he prepared to speak. "Okay Superman, now that you've had your breakfast, why don't you finish jerking off and then finish your shower," Gunnar said as he got off of the magnificent chest of the Man of Steel and stepped out of the tub. "When you're done, dry off, leave the towels in here, and come out to the kitchen. Two minutes later the cock of the now kneeling Man of Steel gave up its precious load of thick Kryptonian man cum. A few seconds later hundreds of millions of Kryptonian sperm were swept into the sewers of Metropolis by the water that fell from Superman's shower.