Date: Sun, 05 Mar 2000 21:51:14 PST From: Hector Oppenheimer <oppilate@hotmail.com> Subject: Chapter 7 of the Superman Suck Slave saga The following story is the seventh 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.7) (MMMMM/M, Oral, NC, Celeb) After the last drops of his precious and rare male essence disappeared down the drain, the humbled Man of Steel slowly rose from his knees and began to wash, as if the act of physical cleaning could somehow remove the traces of what his youthful tormentor inflicted on him. The sickening and unspeakable acts of degradation Superman had performed on, and submitted to, in response to the orders of a mere human male made him feel corrupt, polluted and unclean. No amount of soap and water could ever expunge that corruption from him. But worst of all, thought the magnificent specimen of maleness, as he got out of the shower and began to dry off, further and more loathsome indignities probably lay ahead of him. A half and hour later a clean, dry and subdued Man of Steel was seated naked at his own kitchen table watching his fully clothed Swedish superior eat breakfast and read the morning edition of the Daily Planet. "We gotta get you back to work, Clark," said Gunnar. "I miss seeing your byline in the paper. Perhaps later this week you can put in a day's work. By the way," continued Gunnar, "while you were in the shower the phone rang. Some of the guys are coming over to take you on an errand for Lex. I know a couple of them would appreciate a nice suck job to start the day. I know it did wonders for me," chuckled the blond college male as he nonchalantly fondled himself. "Why don't you show them how much progress you've made in accepting yourself as a cocksucking homo. Offer them head when they get here. Better still, why don't you ask them for permission to suck their cocks. I know they'd like that gesture of respect. Okay, cocksucker? I said okay, cocksucker?" "Okay, Gunnar," came the softly spoken response. "That's good," said the delighted 19 year old as he lowered the Daily Planet and looked directly into Superman's eyes. "Listen Superman, part of accepting the fact that you live to suck cock is learning to accept your proper terms of address. We all know that you are a cocksucking faggot. We're not going to mince words. So cocksucker it is? Right faggot?" asked the grinning male as his eyes continued to bore into those of his naked prey. "Yes, Gunnar. Cocksucker," sighed the Man of Steel. "Excellent! Now go put on a bathrobe and wait for the other guys to show up. They should be here shortly," said Superman's young master. "Don't forget what we talked about." "I won't Gunnar, I won't," came the quiet reply from the handsome Supermale. "I won't." A half our later the doorbell to Superman's apartment rang. "Hey, cocksucker! Crank up that x-ray vision of yours and see who's at the door," ordered the 19 year old. "It's Collin, Wu, Tom and some other guy I don't recognize," said the Man of Steel as he identified the faces of several of those who had abused, humiliated, and raped him in the past -- Collin, the hairy chested 34 year old, black haired, Italo-Irish, ex-US Navy SEAL who had totally dominated and taken Superman in his own bed in his own apartment; Wu Chao, the sadistic former Chinese gymnast who savagely attacked Superman's masculinity by ordering the Man of Steel to crawl dog-like on all fours across the floor to beg for the privilege of sucking on Wu's penis; and Tom, the six foot, three inch dock worker who had pulled his dick out of Superman's mouth during the Man of Steel's gang rape in the cave and provided Luthor with a sensational series of photographs as the horny longshoreman's cock gave Superman a spectacular cum facial. The fourth male was white, with auburn hair, who appeared to be in his early thirties. Superman didn't recognize him from any of his earlier gang rapes at the hands of Luthor's minions. "Well, let's not be rude. Let them in. And don't forget." came the firm voice of Gunnar from the kitchen. "I won't," answered the Man of Steel as he reached his apartment door and began to open it. "I won't." "Please come in," said the obviously nervous Man of Steel as he opened his door to face the men who had played such key roles in his conquest and subjugation, and who had so ruthlessly worked to turn him into a sexual slave. "Gunnar's in the kitchen waiting for you," continued the Man of Steel as the four males entered his apartment. While the face of the man who Superman did not know betrayed no emotions, the faces of Tom, Wu and Collin wore smirks and grins as they swaggered into the apartment of vanquished Superhero. "Hey faggot! Long time no see. Did ya' miss me?" asked the man who had facefucked Superman in his own bed. "I want you to meet someone, cocksucker. This is doctor Reinhardt. Dr. Reinhardt, this is Superman. This is the flying faggot we were talking about." "Hello Superman," said the auburn haired doctor as he extended his hand and stared into Superman's eyes. "I've heard and read a lot about you. I am looking forward to learning a lot more." A shudder of fear went through Superman as he grasped doctor Reinhardt's hand and shook it. The doctor had cold, piercing, ice blue eyes. There was something in his last sentence that triggered alarms deep within the Man of Steel. "Hello, doctor Reinhardt," Superman replied, as he broke away from those cold blue eyes. The four men and the Superhero stood in an awkward silence for several moments before Superman finally began to speak in halting, hesitating tones. "Er, ah, ummmmm," mumbled the Man of Steel as he desperately tried to avoid eye contact with the four men, "I, er, ah, need to ask you something. "Ahh, well, I was wondering if any of you would, ah, um, be willing to, ah, let me suck you off this morning," asked the Man of Steel, as his voice trailed off and became barely audible. "What did you say?" asked Tom as he exchanged surprised and puzzled glances with Wu and Collin. "I, ah said, do any of you want be to, ah, er sucked off this morning. I, er ah, mean, will any of you, ah, guys let me blow you?" repeated the embarrassed Kryptonian stud as he avoided eye contact with the four males. "You have made a lot of progress, haven't you?" observed Collin, the ex-Navy seal as his hand caught Superman's chin and raised his head. "It's a little early for head," continued Collin as he read the anxiety and shame in the eyes of the Man of Steel, "but what the heck. For you Superman, the answer is of course." "I could give you a quick load," replied the quick thinking Chinese gymnast as he played his part. "Me too," replied Tom. "Only this time I'll dump it down your throat. Wouldn't want to dirty up that pretty little face of yours," he said as he reached out and gently stroked Superman's left cheek with the back of his hand. "Er, ah, what about you, doctor Reinhardt?" asked Superman as he glanced over towards the physician, while the smiling longshoreman continued to stroke his face. "Not right now, Superman," came the reply. "Maybe some other time. I would like to observe though. As I said I intend to learn a lot more about you. This would be a good place to start. Is there some place in this apartment we can go. If you gentlemen don't mind, I'd like to watch him fellate you alone. I'd like to minimize the number of distractions while he is sucking you off. Is there a room with a door? A bedroom? A bathroom?" asked the doctor as he surveyed the apartment. "Yeah, the cocksucker's bedroom has a door," said Collins as he began to walk towards it. "Come on, doctor. "It's over there," said the 34 year old Italo-Irish hunk as he gave Superman a gentle push. "Lead the way, sweetie," Collin ordered as he watched the Man of Steel walk towards his bedroom. "You guys decide who goes next. This shouldn't take too long." Shutting the door behind himself the 35 year old physician, turned to Superman and the blackhaired Italo-Irish stud. "Just pretend that I'm not here. My purpose is to observe this creature from another planet perform fellatio, Collin. I'm not going to try to influence how he does it. My only request is that you take off your bathrobe, Superman. I need to see if you have any obvious physiological responses while you are working on extracting a load of human semen from Collin's penis." "No problem, doctor," answered the smiling ex-Navy hunk as he grasped the top of Superman's bathrobe and yanked it off of his prey. "This cocksucker has one killer body. She won't mind showing it off while she goes down on me, will you?" Collin asked as he tossed the robe aside. "No," came the barely audible reply. "Okay, faggot, on your knees!" barked the Luthor's exultant agent as he began to unzip. "This is what you asked for," continued Collin as he pulled his semi-erect cock out of his pants. "Go for it!" Over the next half an hour doctor Reinhardt watched intently as the Man of Steel fellated first Collin, then Wu and finally Tom to orgasm. With his face barely a foot away from Superman's dick impaled mouth, he carefully observed the techniques employed by the seemingly gay Superhero in stimulating the penises of the three males, listened to the exhortations and insults used by the three while Superman was servicing their cocks, and watched the impressive phallus of the Superhuman rise and remain erect during all three acts of fellatio. Reinhardt was particularly taken by the eagerness with which the kneeling Man of Steel swiftly injested each load of semen that Luthor's three henchmen ejaculated into his mouth and how he continued to nurse each rod after it had emptied its load into him. After Superman had carefully cleansed Tom's softening rod with his tongue, doctor Reinhardt spoke up. "That was a very interesting demonstration Superman. There is absolutely nothing about your public image that even hits at you having homosexual tendencies; yet it is obvious from what I just witnessed that you are in fact gay. As I said it is my intention to learn a lot more about you. This has been a good start. Please put on some of your Clark Kent casual clothes and come with us. We have a van waiting down stairs. One of the side benefits you get when you work for Lex Luthor, is free, comprehensive medical coverage. Even though you are the only prostitute employed by Mr. Luthor, you are still entitled to full coverage. I am now your personal physician. When we get downstairs the four of us will be going to Mr. Luthor's clinic. Gunnar told me that you have already agreed to allow us to perform a complete and thorough medical examination of you. So this should not come as a surprise to you. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I may not answer all of them, but there is no harm in asking. Get dressed." said the doctor as he turned and left the kneeling Man of Steel. Doctor Reinhardt flashed a subtle thumbs up sign to Gunnar, Collin, Tom and Wu as he entered the room. "My patient should be ready in a few minutes. Even though you showed me those still shots and video tapes of him sucking off all of those guys, it was still difficult to believe that it was true. That scene in the bedroom was something else. I think Superman is going to be the most challenging, interesting, and stimulating patient I have ever had," concluded the doctor as he looked at his colleagues and winked. Fifteen minutes later, Superman, Wu, Collin, Tom and Dr. Reinhardt left the Man of Steel's apartment building and stepped into a white, windowless van. Even though Superman felt incredibly good physically because of the four loads of semen he had ingested that morning, Dr. Reinhardt's presence made him quite anxious. There was something about his cold detached demeanor, and those piercing blue eyes that unnerved the Man of Steel. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something ominous about his new personal physician, especially the way in which his eyes stared so intently at the Man of Steel as they rode to Luthor's clinic. Forty-five minutes later the van entered an underground garage beneath a nondescript professional building on the outskirts of town. Several minutes thereafter the group walked into an elevator and descended two levels below the main floor of the building. "You may now leave us gentleman," said Dr. Reinhardt to Lex's other three henchmen he stepped out of the elevator. "You will come with me," he said as he grasped Superman's arm and pointed towards an unmarked door. "This will be your home for the next few days." "Days?" Superman asked. "I thought this was just going to be a medical exam." said the puzzled Superhero as he watched Collin, Wu and Tom disappear into the elevator. "My dear Superman," continued Dr. Reinhardt as he firmly nudged Superman towards the door. "Mr. Luthor insists that each of his employees get a complete top to bottom physical. For a normal human male that usually takes eight hours. You, however, are, shall we say unique. Examining you will be like surveying unexplored territory. We have to be thorough. It's for your own good," said the doctor as the door was opened from the other side. "Now, no more questions. The doctor is always right," he said as he nudged Superman forward and shut the door behind them. As the anxious Superhero entered the medical facility he realized that it was definitely state of the art. There were computer terminals, examining tables, testing machines, and enough other gear to equip a modern operating room. There were also three men dressed in blue scrubs. They were not wearing masks. From their appearance they looked like they were in their late twenties, probably residents or medical researchers, he surmised. "Gentlemen, this is our patient. This is Superman. While you have all read about, or seen television accounts of his exploits battling crime and other bad things, you now know from the video tapes you watched the other day that he has begun a new career as an employee of Mr. Luthor. Superman is now a prostitute; a very expensive prostitute, but still, just a prostitute. His duties are to performe sexual acts on human males in exchange for money that is paid to Mr. Luthor. Superman's speciality is fellatio, which you know is the oral stimulation of the penis to orgasm," Reinhardt continued seemingly oblivious to the mortified expression that was on the face of the Man of Steel. "You may not approve of what Superman does, as a matter of fact you may be revolted by it. Nevertheless, he is an employee of Mr. Luthor's and is entitled to excellent health care services," concluded the doctor. "Please remove all of your clothing and give it too Dr. Thomas," Dr. Reinhardt said as he looked impassively at the embarrassed Kryptonian hunk. "Hurry up man, we have a lot of work to do. Dr. Paulo! Dr. Naguib! Help Superman remove his clothing. He's taking way too much time. As the flustered Kryptonian stud was fumbling with his shirt, he felt the hands of doctors Paulo and Naguib begin to remove his clothing. Within a few seconds his belt had been removed; his running shoes untied; his pants unbuttoned; his fly lowered; and his shirt pulled over his head. In less than a minute his pants, shoes, socks and underwear were off, and he stood naked before the four physicians. "Okay gentlemen, let's get too it," said Reinhardt. "It's time to practice medicine," he proclaimed as he locked eyes with Luthor's Kryptonian whore. The first half hour of the exam was rather routine. The nude Man of Steel had his height measured, was weighed, had his ears, eyes and throat visually examined, and even had his temperature taken. He was questioned about his medical history, allergies, diet, and excretory frequency. His throat was swabbed; a saliva sample taken, and he was ordered to provide a urine sample. But then things started to get a little more involved. Although the semen samples Luthor had forcibly obtained from Superman were a medical gold mine, having provided the critical information needed to surreptitiously addict the Man of Steel to human semen, Lex Luthor wanted to know a lot more about the physiology and biology of his hated foe. Each bit of new information might prove critical in determining the future of the Superman - Luthor rivalry in the unlikely event that Luthor's iron control over the vanquished Superhero might somehow be broken. Reinhardt and his associates were under firm instructions to completely explore the awesome body of the Man of Steel and uncover as many of its secrets as possible. After being made to lie face up on a brightly lit examing table, fiber optic probes with microcameras were inserted into each of Superman's nostrils in order to produce a photographic map of his sinuses and air passages. Similar tubular probes were pushed into his throat and into his stomach. Each testicle was weighed and measured, and a sonogram was then made of his entire scrotumnal assembly. He was given several EKG's and an attempt was even made to give him a C.A.T. scan. A comprehensive photographic chart was made of every single square inch of his body. The photography was so detailed that Luthor's computers were able to produce an accurate count of every single hair on his body, including those on his head and even those in his pubic bush. Reinhardt even successfully ordered the Man of Steel to pluck several hair folicles from his head and groin "for testing purposes." This was particularly unpleasant and embarrassing since Dr. Naguib insisted to selecting the specific pubic hair folicles he wanted removed. After the Man of Steel had obediently handed his pubic hair to the almost imperceptibly smirking doctor, he was lead over to an examing table equipped with stirrups; one usually reserved for pelvic examinations for Luthor's female employees. "Okay, Superman. Up on the table and spread em," said Dr, Paulo. An almost silent groan escaped from the Man of Steel as he obediently climbed onto the table and placed his feet in the humiliating device. "Very good," said Dr. Reinhardt as he slipped on a pair of rubber gloves. "It's time to check out the basement," he laughed. "Come on, Superman. Lighten up. This is what we call medical humor." said the doctor as he began to examine Superman's flawless, sculptured ass. The doctor had never seen a buttocks as firm, smooth, or as unblemished as the one before him. It was perfect. But while the doctor could knead and separate its magnificent cheeks without a problem, his initial attempt to insert his finger past Superman's tight sphincter failed. "Looks like we'll have to try the Nigerian gambit," mused the doctor -- an avid chess player -- to himself, as he reached into a drawer underneath the Man of Steel and removed a small plastic container marked Procto-lube.' Opening the lid he noticed that the normally clear gel now had a distinctive green tint to it -- the green of finely pulverized Green Kryptonite. "Let's see how this works," Reinhardt said to himself as he dipped a gloved finger into the gel, scooped up a generous portion of it, and began to gently work it onto surface of the Man of Steel's bullet proof sphincter. Unlike Lieutenant Bombata, who had covered his penis with a similar Green Kryptonite compound and then pressured his way into Superman's virginal ass, doctor Reinhardt wanted to try a different tact. He wanted to allow the Kryptonite laced gel to weaken the Superhuman sphincter so that his finger could penetrate it without too much pressure. As the radiation from the pulverized Green Kryptonite started to bombard Superman's sphincter, the powerful guardian to his inner sanctum began to imperceptibly weaken. The slow, continuous massaging of Superman's sphincter insured its constant exposure to Kryptonite radiation. As the mighty muscle gradually became weaker, minute quantities of the Kryptonite bearing gel slipped past it, increasing the amount of radiation that was bombarding the muscle. This caused the sphincter to weaker even further, which allowed still greater quantities of the Green Kryptonite gel to slip past the guardian, which in turn accelerated the neutralization of this powerful barrier. After several minutes of this constant, but gentle pressure, a thin, almost undetectable smile crossed Reinhardt's lips; Superman's ass was ready for cracking. During the initial phase of the stealth attack on the guardian to the portal to his lower region, the naked Kryptonian hunk was unaware of the nature of the threat the doctor posed. He first just assumed that doctor Reinhardt was examining the surface of his sphincter. The possibility of penetration just didn't cross his mind. That attitude of indifference began to change when the Man of Steel detected a warm sensation emanating from his sphincter --- a feeling that grew warmer as the "examination" continued. By the time Superman began to appreciate the nature of the threat, it was too late. Penetration was underway. "Bingo!" shouted the auburn haired doctor as he shoved his finger forward, easily breaking through Superman's defenses and entering his rectum. "We're inside, gentlemen! The gates of Heaven have been thrown open!" he exclaimed as he rapidly moved his treacherous finger towards its primary objective. "Wooooooooooooo" exhaled the overcome Superstud as the sensation of the sudden and unexpected assault literally took his breath away. "Awww, man, what are you doing?" gasped the impaled hunk as Reinhardt's well trained, gel coated finger overcame all resistance and triumphantly reached its goal. "Quit your bellyaching," chided the 35 year old physician, as he launched a relentless assault on Superman's prostate. "This is a necessary medical procedure," Reinhardt continued as he fingered and massaged this key component of Superman's reproductive system. Within moments the Kryptonian's blood was pumping into the then flacid phallus of the anally penetrated Man of Steel. Reinhardt's attack was working perfectly. As the blood surged into his penis, Superman's powerful organ began to harden and elevate, much to the consternation of the Man of Steel, and the amusement of several of the doctors. "The bitch is throwing a bone!" announced Dr. Paulo, a darked hair Brazilian member of Luthor's medical team, as he watched Superman's phallus rapidly elevate. "Doctor, please, we are professionals here," added Reinhardt as he continued to expertly prod the unprotected prostate of the Superhuman male. "I believe a more appropriate expression would be that our new homosexual patient appears to enjoy anal probes," he added. "Quick, Dr. Thomas. Get out the measuring tape, video camera and molding compound. We need a full set of measurements on this thing," he continued as he watched Superman's erection reach its full-masted glory. The Man of Steel lay there with his eyes closed, almost in a state of denial, as he felt Dr. Thomas's hand grip the base of his now fully erect phallus and began to carefully measure each and every physical trait of that most private part of his body. The doctor started with its length, measuring up from the hair enshrouded base of his incredibly hard penis to its perfectly formed head. He then measured the circumference at each quarter inch segment of the turgid organ, and finished up by making precise measurements of the head, including the corona. He even measured the dimensions of Superman's urethra with a precision calliper. This was followed by the video taping of every square inch of the Kryptonian erection. The video taping was done with a computer driven minicam that slowly circled Superman's magnificent reproductive organ digitally capturing every bit of its surface area -- a procedure that itself took a twenty minutes. During the entire ordeal Dr. Reinhardt's steady finger offensive against the Man of Steel's prostate continued, insuring that the Kryptonian dick remained fully engorged . There really was no medical purpose in conducting such a detailed examination of the superhero's phallus. This was simply another indignity to be inflicted on Luthor's vanquished enemy; another reminder to the Man of Steel of his transformation from a powerful crime fighting superbeing into a submissive male whore, a mere object for providing pleasure to human males. The final indignity of the penile exam occurred when doctor Thomas coated the superhuman cock with a rapid drying molding compound used to make dental impressions, and produced a perfect cast of Superman's fully extended, flawless Kryptonian cock. As Dr. Thomas examined the exquisitely detailed mold of Superman's indestructible cock, Dr. Reinhardt, who was still slowly finger fucking the stirrup imprisoned Man of Steel, chuckled and said "Mr. Luthor told me that he is going to have solid silver replicas made of your dick, Superman. He's going to give them out to some of his business partners, such as General Azikiwe, as a reminder of the hardon you got while sucking them off. You gotta give it to Lex," observered the doctor as his finger continued to keep Superman fully erect, " your new boss sure has got a great sense of humor." The silent Man of Steel, his eyes still shut in denial, could only imagine which other despical archcriminals he would have to fellate, the verbal abuse they would heap on him while he was on his knees with his face impaled on their cocks, and their reaction when they received Luthor's momento of Superman's degradation. "Would this ordeal ever end?" he wondered in despair. Before the shamed superhero could even begin to speculate on what else lay ahead for himself, his thoughts were interrupted by the sudden withdrawal of Dr. Reinhardt's finger from his violated rectum. "Okay, sweetcheeks," said the doctor as he playfully smacked Superman on the ass. "We have to do a bit of housecleaning before we can complete the next phase of your examination," he said holding up the fecal stained rubber glove he had just removed from the Kryptonian hunk's defiled ass. "Scoot on over to that shower stall," continued the doctor as he carefully removed the stained glove and placed it inside of a sterile plastic container. "Dr Naguib, please store this with the rest of the samples we got from him today," said Reinhardt as he watched the Man of Steel extricate himself from the stirrups and begin to slowly walk towards the shower. "Supershit," mumbled Reinhardt. "Amazing!" Less than two minutes later, the now semi-flacid Man of Steel entered the large shower stall to which Dr. Reinhardt had pointed, and began to look around. It was quite spacious. It could easily accomodate three adult males. "Okay, Superman," announced Dr. Reinhardt. "No physical exam is complete without a good clear look up the old poop shoot. We have to clean you out. I want you to stand in the middle of the shower stall, right over the drain. I want you to spread your legs as wide as the stall permits, and I want you to fall forward until your body forms a nice hypotenuse against the side wall. Very good," exclaimed the physician as he watched the handsome son of Krypton obey his order. "I'll be sure to tell Mr. Luthor what an obedient and cooperative patient you've been," continued the doctor as he motioned to Dr. Paulo. "So, tell me Superman," said the doctor with the piercing, ice blue eyes as he took a long rubber hose from his colleague, "Have you ever had an enema before?" "Nnn, no" came the whispered reply as the angled Man of Steel looked his shoulder at the auburn haired doctor and the long rubber hose. "Well, you might as well get used to them. I understand that you recently bottomed for a bunch of soldiers. A friend of yours and fellow employee of Mr. Luthor told me that you let several Nigerian soldiers sodomize you," recounted the doctor nonchalantly as he once again spread Superman's magnificent ass cheeks and began to apply another generous helping of the Green Kryptonite tinged anal lube. "I didn't realize that you were into that. I thought that you were exclusively a cum swallower. At least that's the impression I got from the video tapes of you in action. Hey, to each his own. You're going to have to learn to keep this hole clean if you want guys to shove their cocks up here. A lot of men like to fuck clean holes. And this is how you can keep this nice asspussy of yours clean and ready for action," said the doctor to the mortified superhero as he continued to work a large amount of the anal lube into the bung hole of the Man of Steel. "Th, th th that was rape," groaned the Man of Steel as he flashed back to the moment that his up to then virginal ass was forcibly penetrated by Lieutenant Bombata's rigid dark phallus. "Whatever," said Reinhardt as he stopped massaging the Kryptonite tainted gel into Superman's hole and brought the firm tip of the enema hose up against Superman's sphincter. "In we go!" announced the doctor as he easily inserted the tube past the Superman's unresisting sphincter and into the spectacular ass of the superhero. As the determined physician fed more and more of the rubber tubing into the rectum of Luthor's Kryptonian male whore, he made sure to slick the surface of the invading tube with additional amounts of the sphincter weakening anal lube. The angled over superhero blushed in shame as he felt the tube penetrate deeper and deeper into his body, especially when he heard Dr. Paulo learn over to doctors Thomas and Naguib and utter the phrase "douching the whore." An eternity seemed to pass before the invasion of his nether regions stopped. But the relief he felt when further penetration stopped was only momentary. The sound of a turning faucet, followed by the sensation of liquid in his bowels, replaced relief with consternation. "Hold on tight, Superman," exclaimed Dr. Reinhardt as he sent a torrent of water deep into the bowls of the Man of Steel. "Spring cleaning has begun!" The spread legged, leaning super stud had never experienced such a sensation before. He could feel the water as it poured into his bowels, loosening Kryptonian fecal matter and flushing it downwards towards his tube penetrated sphincter. The violated Man of Steel felt his abdomen swell as his intestines filled with water. He had never felt so bloated before in his life he realized as he began to squirm uncomfortably. It wasn't long before hose plugged Man of Steel felt the unmistakable signs that defecation was imminent. While the influx of water could not physically injure the indestructible Man of Steel, it was causing him great anxiety as it invaded and surged through the bowels of the superhero. It wasn't long before the signs of this great anxiety were clearly visible on the face of Luthor's captured foe. As spectacular body of the naked superhero began to squirm and shift in discomfort from the water that continued to pore into his ass and fill the empty spaces of his intestines, Dr. Reinhardt looked on. Though his outward expression was one of disinterest, his true emotions were satisfaction and intense pride. He could only imagine how Superman's legions of friends and foes would react if they were allowed to watch what he was inflicting on the conquered superhero. Realizing that Lex might get a kick out of seeing this latest act of degradation, Dr. Reinhardt silently signalled Dr. Naguib to pick up a nearby video camera and to begin filming. "I think Mr. Luthor will enjoy watching his new whore get the shit knocked out of him," thought the doctor as he watched Naguib begin to film the superhero's first enema. While Dr. Naguib video taped this latest chapter in Superman's subjugation, it soon became apparent that it wouldn't be too much longer before the hose impaled Kryptonian hunk lost control. As the physicians watched Superman's magnificent body twist, move and thrust forward in a vain attempt to escape from the rubber invader that ceaselessly injected more and more water into him, the telltale signs of imminent defecation appeared. First a few droplets and then a slight trickle of water began to leak from the hero's Kryptonite weakened supersphincter. As more and more water was pumped into him, the rate of leakage increased; a phenomenon that was not missed by the keen eyes of Dr. Reinhardt who promptly opened the faucet connected to the enema to its maximum setting. "Hold on for a few more seconds, Superman," Reinhardt ordered as felt the faucet hit is fully opened setting. "Just a little bit more and I'll take it out. You're almost there. Just a little bit more. Just hold it. Hold on! Just a few more seconds. You can do it." It was now a grimacing Man of Steel who fought to comply with Reinhardt's order. "I can't do it. I gotta go! Oh, man! Please! Take it out! I can't hold it any longer," Superman groaned as he felt his Kryptonite weakened sphincter lose control. A split second later the calculating Reinhardt grabbed a hold of the tube that was buried inside of the Man of Steel, and withdrew it with one firm yank, unleashing a Kryptonian flood of superhuman fecal matter and water onto the floor of the shower. "There she blows!" announced Dr. Naguib as his video camera captured the torrent that spewed out of the alabaster buttocks of the Man of Steel. It was a spectacular shot of the extraordinary body of the hearthrob of millions, legs spread apart, leaning forward, supported by the wall of the shower stall, while a flood of feces and water exploded from his flawless buttocks The anguished superhero blushed in mortification as the contents of his guts poured out of his ass and splattered against the wall and floor of the shower stall. Although it lasted for less than a minute, Superman's act of forced defecation seemed to go on for an eternity. "We're almost finished, Superman," said Dr. Reinhardt when the fecal mudslide from the Kryptonian's hunk finally subsided. "Just a few more minutes and we'll be done. Now hold still while I finish up," said the doctor as he produced a small, transparent, blunt, cone-shaped object from his pocket. "You're almost done," Reinhardt said as he spread Superman's cheeks apart and pushed the cone-like object against Superman's sphincter. "What's he doing?" Dr. Thomas asked Dr. Paulo. "It's a device to keep his ass open while he finishes cleaning Superman out," said the grinning Brazilian. "There is only a limited amount of Kryptonite in the world. That cone is hollow. We filled it with powdered Kyptonite. Once that little butthole of his gets zapped, we'll be able to stick the cone inside and open him up, without using up our Kryptonite. We can remove the Kryptonite and save it for another time. "Look," he continued as he nudged his colleague and pointed toward's Superman's rear. "It's working already. Reinhardt's gotten it inside. We can keep him open for as long as we need." The inclined superstud took another sharp breath as his buttocks was again forced open. The ease with which Reinhardt had once again penetrated his defenses was disconcerting to say the least, and it hammered home the message that the hitherto invincible Man of Steel was becoming increasingly vulnerable. It was quite obvious that the longer Superman was in the hands of his enemies, the more he was falling under their control. As each line of his previously invincible Kryptonian defenses was breached, Luthor's and his henchmen's power over Superman and his body increased. Each new act of sexual depravity that Superman's malevolent male tormentors coerced him into performing weakened his ability to resist subsequent acts of even greater loathesomeness and perversity. The handsome Kryptonian hunk's dignity, pride, self-worth, maleness, and independence were slowly and inexorably being stripped away by those he despised. There was nothing that he could do to stop them. While the disheartened Man of Steel silently bemoaned his fate, Luthor's chief physician easly reinserted the long rubber tube deep into the opened rectum of the Superhero, and turned on the faucet to maximum volume. This time there was no uncomfortable build up of pressure, just the unpleasant sensations caused as the water spewing hose probed deeper and deeper into the body of the Man of Steel. Dr. Naguib continued filming the humilated Superhunk for nearly ten minutes as his colleague irrigated Superman's bowels. It was only when clear water emerged from the opened up Kryptonian hunk for a full five minutes, that Dr. Reinhardt removed the rubber invader, and announced "she's clean." "Dr. Paulo. Please get that scoop and collect some samples of this Kryptonian fecal matter. We need to run some tests on it too," Dr. Reinhardt declared as he surveyed the mess on the shower floor. Four minutes later, after Dr. Paulo had scooped up and bagged the superhuman feces, Dr. Thomas began throwing buckets of warm, soapy water on the still leaning Superhunk. "Please straighten up and face the back of the shower, Superman," said Thomas as he lifted up another bucket of soapy water. "We want to make sure that you are all cleaned up." Once this final bucket of soapy water splashed across Superman's back and buttocks, Dr. Reinhardt immediately followed the soaping by turning on the shower overhead. Five minutes later when the glistening wet Kryptonian stud was completely rinsed, the shower stopped and Dr. Paulo tossed him a bathtowel. "Dry off, Superman," said the Brazilian doctor. "We have a few more procedures to do." While the immaculate Superhunk dried himself off, the four physicians stood by silently watching him. As he began to dry his buttocks, Dr. Reinhardt interrupted him. "Do not touch that ring in your ass, Superman. I will remove it later, but leave it alone for now. We still have to give you a complete proctological examination. Now that the road is clear, so to speak, we'll be able to examine you properly. Just dry yourself off. When you are done, follow me." Several minutes later the bare Kryptonian hunk followed Dr. Reinhardt through a door into a separate room of the clinic. "Please lie face down on this examining table," Dr. Reinhardt said to the Man of Steel as he pointed to a large table in the middle of the room. "I want you to position yourself so that your genitals go through that opening in the center of the table. I need your penis and testicles to be free from any obstructions during this phase of your examination. Come on, up we go," he said gesturing at the table. "Now what?" thought the apprehensive Superstud as he warily got onto the table, positioned his cock and balls over the opening, and then they face down. The fact that Dr. Reinhardt was now wearing one of those portable microphones strapped under his chin did nothing to allay the growing fear of the Man of Steel. "Excellent," said Dr. Naguib as he and Dr. Thomas entered the room carrying an obviously heavy, bizarre looking, helmet-like device with wires and hoses attached. "Please lift up your head a little, Superman," continued Dr. Naguib. "You need to wear this during the next part of the examination. It is designed to block out extraneous external stimuli while we are examining you," he explained as he and Dr. Thomas began to attach the helmet to the obediently raised head of the Man of Steel. "You will also have to open your mouth in order for the helmet to fit properly" Naguib said as he lowered the device onto the unresisting Man of Steel. Three minutes later the weird contraption was firmly strapped onto the head of the tense Superhero. A short, hollow flexible tube, similar to the mouthpiece on a scuba diver's airhose was wedged inside of Superman's mouth. The other end was attached to the bottom of the front side of the helmet. A small valve at the tube's end on the outside of the helmet was in the off' postion. A second tube attached to the middle of the front of the helmet was connected to a pumping device which kept a constant supply of room air flowing into the helmet. (Since Superman was capable of surviving in the pure, airless vacuum of space, air was not necessary for his survival. But breathing was essential for the examination procedures Reinhardt had planned for this day.) Several wires emerged from the top of the helmet. These were attached by Dr. Paulo to audio and video output jacks on a black box situated on a table to the side of the room. After checking all of the connections and feeding power into the black electronic box, Dr Paulo smiled, looked at Dr. Reinhardt, and said "We're ready." As the magnificent Kryptonian stud lay face down on the table, with his genitals dangling freely below, he began to explore the inside of the helmet like device which now totally covered his head. Upon discovering that the helmet was hermetically sealed against outside sources of light, the Man of Steel instinctively activated his x-ray vision. Any hope of seeing past his helmet like prison was dashed when his vision failed to penetrate the helmet. The thing was lined with lead! He had no sooner discovered the lead barrier when minature speakers embedded inside the lining of the helmet began to play a monotonous grey sound, totally preventing his ultra sensitive hearing from listening to any sounds from outside of the helmet. It soon became obvious to the alarmed Superhero that the only senses at his disposal were touch and smell. The others had been effectively neutralized by the sinister helmet. "Hello Superman!"came the disembodied voice of Dr. Reinhardt from the helmet's minature speakers as the doctor spoke into the microphone. "I've noticd that you've gotten a bit tense. Calm down. This is all part of the procedure. We don't want to have your physilogical reactions to various aspects of the examination influenced or contaminated by external stimuli. How does that old expression go? Ah, yes, if rape is inevitable, just lie back and enjoy it!'" Only kidding. Only kidding," said the doctor as Superman felt his ass cheeks being separated. "This won't last forever," he said as he reached for a nearby instrument. "Just relax" were the last words Superman heard before the monotonous grey sound returned. "Dr. Thomas, please hand me the sigmoidoscope," Dr. Reinhardt said as he parted the perfect checks of Superman's ass and looked at the Green Kryptonite filed, sphincter opening cone he had inserted into the Man of Steel earlier. "Yup, it's still intact," he said as he brought the tip of the lower gastro intestinal track examining device to the opening of the still accessible butthole of the Kryptonian hunk. "Start recording now," Dr Paulo he said as he slipped the tip of the state of art sigmoidoscope inside the defenseless rectum of the Man of Steel. You guys can watch on the monitor while I make a movie of this inside of this whore. Let's if there are any other secrets for us to uncover," he said as the first images of the inside of the Superhero appeared on the screen. Trapped in his helmet cell and deprived of most of his senses, the Man of Steel could only make educated guesses as to what was being done to him by Luthor's medical team. Although he felt no pain, it was obvious from the sensations Superman felt that he was being subjected to an unprecedented invasion. But there was simply nothing he could do about it, since his consent to full body cavity intrusions had been extracted by Luthor's 19 year old Swedish colleague, Gunnar. Thirty minutes later, the sensations in his abdomen ceased as the sigmoidoscope was withdrawn by Dr. Reinhardt. "Well, I didn't see anything extraordinarily different in this faggot," exclaimed the doctor as he nodded to his colleague Dr. Paulo. "We'll have to watch the video recording of this faggot's guts later. Take the cone out his ass. It's time to finish our experiments on the flying fruit. "Dr. Naguib, please run the homoboy's special program," Reinhardt said as he turned to Dr. Paulo and said "Attach the collector now. I don't want to lose a drop." The first indication Superman had that a new phase of the examination had begun was when he felt a hand grasp his dangling penis and attach something around the upper part of the shaft, just below the head's corona. It was a clear, flexible plastic cap with a long, thin hose, attached to the portion of the cap that was directly in front of Superman's eurethra. Seconds later a minaturized Omnivision-type, curved, surround screen attached to the inside of the helmet lit up in front of his face, while the grey background noise was abruptly replaced by the voice of Dr. Reinhardt. "Hello Superman! Are you in there?" asked Dr. Reinhardt as he spoke into the microphone. "The good news is that you have a very healthy intestinal track. The better news is that your examination is almost over. The best news is that you are really going to enjoy the next part of it. This is a stimlus - response test. So lie down and watch the movie. It's a virtual reality flick specifically designed for you. I know that you will like it." Moments later Superman's entire field of vision was filled with the image of a building site; in the center of which stood an opened shirted, brawny construction worker leaning against a barrel. Superman could hear the sounds of footsteps from the sophisticated speaker system within the helmet as the distance between the construction worker and the viewer decreased. It was as if Superman himself was actually walking towards the hunky male. As the image of the five o'clock shadowed worker got closer the image in front of the Man of Steel kept shifting from the worker's face, onto his partially exposed chest, and then down to the brawny male's bulging crotch were it lingered before retracing its steps. "See something you like?" entered Superman's ears as the tanned laborer deliberatedly cupped his crotch. The image totally filling the field of vision of the Kryptonian hunk remained fixed on the bulging front of the worker's jeans as the hand that had cupped the crotch began to slowly rub up and down on it. "I thought so," came a chuckled follow up as the program continued to play. "I thought so." In the real world outside of Superman's helmeted prison, Dr. Paulo was the first to notice the initial physiological change in the Man of Steel as the suggestive video flashed in front of the naked, face down Superhunk. "He's starting to become erect, Dr. Reinhardt," Dr. Paulo reported as he pointed to the stiffening Kryptonian phallus that dangled beneath the table. "I guess he really is a homosexual," volunteered Dr. Naguib as he pointed to a video monitor about showing the same virtual reality film in which the Man of Steel was now living. "Come here, fag boy," said the smiling construction worker as he looked into Superman's eyes. "I never did know a faggot who could keep his eyes off of me, or not try to get lips on my dick. Guess you're no different," he continued as he slowly removed his shirt, fully exposing his muscled chest to the eyes of the Man of Steel. "I said, come here, faggot,'" he continued. The image of the half-naked male moved closer to Superman's face as he complied with the order. "We're at full erection, Dr. Reinhardt," announced Dr. Paulo as Superman's impressive Kryptonian dick stretched out to its full length, easily carrying with it the flexible plastic cap and tubing that was clamped around his cockhead. "Excellent, Dr. Paulo," said Dr. Reinhardt as he bent down and looked at the turgid Superhuman organ that was now virtually parallel to the bottom of the examining table. "Turn on the suction at its lowest level. I want to capture as much of the clear liquid as possible that is discharged from this extraterrestrial homo's Cowper's gland before he ejaculates. We need to see if the pre-ejaculate that leak's out of his dick has any secrets for us to discover. We need as much of his pre-cum as possible before we milk this bitch dry. Locked inside of the virtual reality world of the high tech helmet, the increasingly aroused Superhero continued to be bombarded with sexually stimulating visual and audio messages, all of which were eagerly received, and responded to, by the pleasure centers of Superman's brain which had been made cum addicted by Luthor's hellish biochemical drug. "Get on your knees, faggot," the hunky construction worker ordered as he raised his hands and placed them on the shoulders of the viewer in the virtual world within the helmet. The poor Superhero "saw" himself dropping to his knees before the smiling male who now seemed to be in control of him. "Take a good whiff, faggot," said the voice of the construction worker from above as Superman's eyes found themselves moving inexorbly towards the bulging crotch of the hot laborer. "Now, Dr. Naguib, Now!" said Dr. Reinhardt as he watched the monitor above. "Got it doctor," replied Naguib as he placed three sets of men's jockstraps onto the induction vent of the pump that supplied air to Superman's helmet. Employees of Luthor had purchased them from three college athletes for $50 each right after the three had completed rigoruous workouts in the gym. They had flash frozen the jockstraps in liquid nitrogen to preserve their fresh from the crotch aroma. Where Naguib had placed the rapidly thawed jockstraps guarranteed that the odor of hot male crotch would soon be penetrating the ultra sensitive nostrils and lungs of the vulnerable Man of Steel. As the face of the helmet imprisoned Superhunk collided with the bulging crotch of the construction hunk on the screen, Superman's nostils picked up the unmistakeable scent of hot, sweaty male groin. Superman's rate of breathing began to increase, and the first drops of his sought after pre-cum formed in his piss slit. "She's starting to drip!" exclaimed a triumphant Dr. Naguib as he observed the first leaking of the clear lubricating fluid produced by Superman's Cowper's gland. "Increase the suction slightly," replied Dr. Reinhardt as he bent over and saw the first clear drops. "I need as much of that stuff as possible before he shoots a load. I don't want the two samples mixed together." "You got it doctor," said Naguib as he increased the vacuum on the head of Superman's perfectly sculptured phallus. "He's dripping and we are capturing it," announced the beaming physician as he watched droplets of Superman's priceless pre-cum leave the slit at the tip of his dick and disappear into the suctioning tube. "Just let me know when he's about to ejaculate so I can shift the recepticles. We'll have one test tube for Superman Clear and one test tube for Superman White," he chuckled. "Make sure that you use a large test tube for Superman White," laughed Dr, Paulo. "I suspect we are going to get quite a load out of this fairy before he finally runs dry." "Good point," replied Naguib. "I'll use a beaker!" "Okay faggot. Enough with smelling the goodies. You got me nice and hard," announced the disembodied voice from above to the virtual reality ensnared Superhero. "It's time to suck cock," said the voice as the crotch in front of the Man of Steel retreated a bit. Moments later the hairy back of a hand appearred in front of the captive Superstud's face and began to unzip the fly that encased an obviously erect cock. As the mesmerized Superman watched helplessly the fly was unzipped, the strong hand slipped inside of it, and a long, rigid cock extracted; totally dominating the Man of Steel's field of vision. It was virtual reality technology at its finest! As the hard cock towered above Superman's face, his own impressive Kryptonian hardon continued to leak his precious lubricant to the obvious delight of doctors Naguib and Paulo. "The bitch is really leaking now!" announced Naguib as he watched increasing volumes of the rare liquid escape from Superman's eurethra and get captured by the suctioning cap attached to Superman's extraordinary organ. "Yup, Dr. Reinhardt. We've getting a nice sample; clear, clean and uncontaminated," chimed in his colleague. "At the rate he's pushing this stuff out, and they way his dick is twitching, it may be time to switch collectors." "Wait thirty more seconds, and then switch," concurred Reinhardt. "I want to milk this bitch dry. The sooner we start extracting semen from him the better." "Naguib, front and center," barked Reinhardt as he looked at the monitor above. "Timing is critical on this one. Make sure you get it right." The rigid cock of the construction worker was now pointed directly at the face of the increasingly horny Superhero. "Open those pretty lips, faggot," ordered the disembodied voice. "It's time to suck cock," came the command as the hard, wet tipped phallus advanced towards the face of the Man of Steel. A split second later the screen transmitted a dramatic frontal view of the turgid meat entering an anxious to suck cock. It was at that moment that Dr. Naguib opened the valve to the tube that was inside of Superman's mouth, inserted the hypodermic needle into the end, and slowly began to empty the contents of the needle in the end of the valve, and into the mouth of the Man of Steel. The liquid inside of the hypodermic needle was a concoction designed to deliver the flavor of fresh, hot cock to the tastebuds of the hapless, cum-addicted Kryptonian male. Luthor's agents had paid members of a frat house $25 each to masturbate until the heads of their dicks were glistening with pre-cum. Each cockhead was then dipped into a container of sterile water thus capturing the flavor of each male's pre-cum, along with whatever traces of dick flavor washed off the head of each penis. It had taken a lot of masturbating males to get to a point where Luthor's scientists believed that a detectable level of true dick flavor had been achieved. It was this substance that was now slowly introduced into the mouth of the prone Superhero. Dr. Naguib's timing was perfect. As soon as the stiff cock of the hot construction worker entered Superman's mouth in the perverse virtual reality in which he was imprisoned, the Man of Steel's tastebuds detected the unmistakable essence of fresh penis. Superman's cum addicted pleasure centers went into overdrive as the flavor of cock continued to bath Superman's mouth. Soon the stimulating odors from the used jockstraps and the tantalizing flavor of real dick were joined by an auditory ally as a deep, sensual male voice, intoned "Come on faggot. Suck that dick. Eat me. Suck it good. Use your tongue bitch! Oh, yes, that's wonderful. You can suck my cock any day. Go for it, man. Go for it!" Although his impressive Kryptonian phallus continued to leak pre-cum, the suctioning tube was now drawing it into the beaker reserved for Superman's semen. For it was obvious to the four physicians that the Man of Steel was on the verge of blowing his load. "Dr. Paulo, you're own!" snapped Reinhardt as he watched the straining Kyrptonian hardon twitch and then looked up at the monitor. "This is your moment to shine, doctor. Don't screw it up." Dr. Naguib immediately stepped aside and allowed his Brazilian colleague to take his place. Dr. Paulo produced his own hypodermic needle. His wasn't filled with a clear liquid. It was filled instead with freshly, flash-thawed, sperm ladden semen, frozen in liquid nitrogen, some obtained from the frat house members whose dicks had supplied the pre-cum flavoring for Superman's virtually reality mindfuck, and other samples purchased in bulk by Luthor's agents from sperm banks around the country. It had been flash defrosted by Dr. Reinhardt moments earlier. Looking up at the monitor, and listening to the sound track, Dr. Paulo could tell that the critical point was at hand. Inside of the helmet the ears of the Man of Steel were being flooded with demands to "Suck harder; Get ready; It's almost there; Just a little bit more;" and "I can't hold on much longer," as the stud who was face fucking the Superhero in the warped virtual reality neared climax. Trapped inside of the perverse fantasy world created by Luthor's men, the lust crazed Kryptonian Superhunk groaned and shuddered as his senses of sight, hearing, taste and touch joined forces with Luthor's physicians against him. It was as if his own body had gone over to the other side. Faced with such a mighty alliance, the outcome was never in doubt. Superman was going to lose. As the nearly delerious Superhero groaned and squirmed desperately for release, the moment of truth arrived. "I'm coming, cocksucker," shouted the deeply masculine voice of the horny construction worker from above. "Swallow my load, bitch! Eat it, faggot" entered Superman's ears as the man he was sucking off in virtual reality came. It was at this moment that Dr. Paulo depressed the plunger of the hypodermic needle, instantly flooding the mouth of the Man of Steel with the warm, sperm-filled loads of three men. As the flood of tangy white mansauce inundated his tongue and filled his mouth, the beautiful body of the Man of Steel shook, shuddered and surrendered to an uncontrollable orgasm. Dr. Thomas, who had crouched down next to the table to watch the incredibly rigid Kryptonian dick, witnessed the intense orgasm. "He's coming! He's coming!" shouted the physician as he watched thick streams of white Superhuman semen erupt from Superman's turgid organ and disappear into the end of the suctioning cap affixed to his cockhead. As volley after volley of sperm laden Kryptonian cum shot out of Superman's ejaculating organ, they were instantly captured and immediately transferred to the sterile collection beaker. It was an incredibly pleasurable orgasm for the sensory overloaded Man of Steel, who lay exhausted on the table as the last remnants of his precious mansauce were scooped up by Luthor's semen capturing system. A wonderful euphoria enveloped Luthor's sex slave as all of the tension left his body. He relaxed for the first time since he had entered Luthor's medical facility. But relaxation was the last thing that Luthor's physicians had in mind for the vanquished Man of Steel. This was to be an experiment in endurance. This orgasm was only the first of many to come. The only time that the doctors had any intention of allowing their captive to relax was after they had systematically milked the Kryptonian hunk completely dry. The first indication to the Man of Steel that his ordeal was far from over came when the scene before him shifted from the construction worker's now softening cock, to a new setting altogether. Instead of a single, horny construction worker, the Man of Steel was now facing three hunky sailors in their early twenties inside of a ship. One was scratching his crotch; a second was removing his shirt, while a third one stroking a full masted boner that sprouted proudly from the fly of his while pants. As the three naval hunks addressed lewd suggestions suggestions about sucking cock directly to the Man of Steel in his video reality prison, Luthor's medical henchmen started to play their roles in this phase of Luthor's plan to milk every bit of semen out of the handsome Superstud. Dr. Naguib moved over to the pile of sweaty jockstraps through which Superman's air was being filter, took an eyedropper, inserted it into a test tube of flash thawed semen, and began to wet the jocks with warm cum. "This should help our flying queer get hard," he announced as finished sprinkling the jism. "Once that faggot get's a whiff of this, he won't be able to keep his pecker soft!" Inside the hellish vitual reality world in which he was ensnared, the hapless Man of Steel was in the process of having a turgid Navy penis pushed into his mouth. As the blunt head of the advancing phallus pushed past Superman's lips, the captive Man of Steel's tastebuds once again registered the flavor of real, human dick as Dr. Naguib once again began to slowly inject droplets of pre-cum loaded water into Superman's mouth. Once Superman's cum addicted pleasure centers in his brain detected the the smell of semen and the flavor of dick, they again played their part in Luthor's plan of enslavement. The slab of Kryptonian meat that hung beneath the table began to stiffen and rise. "He's getting hard," Dr. Thomas reported as he watched the organ rise. The trapped Man of Steel, bombarded by intensely erotic stimuli, felt his proud cock begin to harden a second time as he lay within his helmted cell. Lacking the will to break free from this extremely powerful pyschologically assault on his masculinity, the heterosexual Kryptonian stud capitulated and submitted to the demands of the scornful males whose images, smells and voices filled his world. In a sense he lost himself in the virtual world Luthor had created for him; abandoning all contact with the real world of the medical lab, and allowing himself to be transported mentally to the hold of the ship before him; a world where he was on his knees; a mere sexual object for the entertainment of his seamen masters. As a result of his submission the Man of Steel was essentially transformed over the next hour and a half period from an invincible crime fighting enemy of crime, into an obedient cow whose only purpose was to produce and surrender as much semen as possible for Luthor's collector. After Superman's magnificent organ had surrendered its second load of semen to Lex Luthor's voracious cum collector, the hapless Superhero was plunged into a third virtual reality world in which he would once again play the role of a shameless submissive cocksucker. This time he was transported to a virtual reality alleyway in Metropolis where the mindfucked Man of Steel found himself kneeling in front of seven members of a Chinese street gang. Trace amounts of cum were pumped into his mouth, while air, filled with the scent of semen, was pumped into his helmet, the members of the gang repeatedly shifted Superman from crotch to crotch while cursing and mocking him. It took a lot longer, but his Kryptonian reproductive system was able to produce a third, but much smaller, load of semen for Luthor's insatiable cum collector. As so it continued through a fourth and then a fifth virtual reality oral rape of the Man of Steel. As the magnficent body of the tortured stud climaxed a fifth time, Dr. Thomas looked up at his colleagues and reported, "we may have emptied him. That last one only produced a few droplets of semen. If I had blinked I would have missed them. If we go for one more, our mission may be accomplished. What do you say, Dr. Reinhardt?" "I think you're right, Dr. Thomas," said Luthor's top physician as he looked at the cap of the suctioning device that remained tightly clamped around the head of Superman's now limp dick. "We may need some help on this one though. This fruit is exhausted, and will probably have a tough time getting it up. Dr. Naguib, get on the intercom and ask Collin, Wu, and Tom to come down here. We may have to use the real thing this time. In the meanwhile run the program called "Prison Rape." It is the most stimulating one our technicians were able to do. It runs a little longer than the others, so that should give Wu, Collin and Tom time to get here before it ends. Let's see if we can milk this cow dry," declared Reinhardt as he watched his associate activate "Prison Rape." The completely spent Kryptonian male, his body now glistening with perspiration (an almost unheard of experience for the Man of Steel), lay inertly on the examining table awaiting whatever fate Luthor and the physicians had in store for him. After the fifth orgasm, the indestructible male simply did not have the strength to move. He desperately wanted to sleep, but that was not to be. Dr Naguib's reactivation of the demonic helmet was a clear and unmistakeable message that the ordeal had not ended. More was on its way. Unlike the earlier episodes of virtual reality, all subtlety was completely abandoned. The first scene showed the inside of a crowded prison cell from the point of view of a man who being brutally facefucked while lying on his back on the floor. Shouts of encouragement and the sounds of viscious insults thundered into Superman's ears as his throat was unmercifully fucked by his virtual reality prison cellmate. To help trigger the final, dry Kryptonian orgasm, Dr. Paulo injected pure, undiluted semen into the mouth tube of the virtual reality helmet, innundating Superman's tastebuds with the male cream they constantly sought. Dr. Thomas played his part too, turning on a medical nebulizer which saturated the air entering Superman's virtual reality helmet with vaporized semen, while a grinning Dr. Naguib sat on a stool underneath the examing table that supported the abused Kryptonian stud, and reached up and began to masturbate Superman. While his associates were working zealously on stimulating Luthor's sex slave, Dr. Reinhardt dipped his gloved finger into the green tinged container of Procto-lube and once again began to massage it against Superman's hermetically sealed sphincter. Reinhardt was leaving nothing to chance in his drive to carry out Luthor's directive to milk the powerful Man of Steel dry. Wu, Collin and Tom were taken aback when they entered the examing room. The Superhero who had blown each of them that morning was lying face down, butt naked on a examining table. A strange tube was attached to Superman's prick. One of the doctors appeared to be fingering Superman's ass, while a video monitor above was showing scenes from some violent prison rape flick. "What's up, Dr. Reinhardt," asked the 34 year old, ex-US Navy SEAL Collin as he, Wu and Tom entered the room. "Yeah, Dr. Reinhardt," added Wu, the ex-gymnast. "You guys making a horror movie?" he asked as he bent over to watch the doctor's Green Kyptonite tainted finger begin to push past Superman's weakening sphincter. "We need your help, guys." said Reinhardt as he felt his Superman's bunghole defenses collapse and allow his finger to once again invade his rectum. "I need one of you to fuck this bitch, and at least another one of you to stick your dick in the pathetic homo's mouth. Lex wants us to milk this cow completely dry. Gunnar told me this flying faggot dumped one load in the bathtub this morning. We've gotten five more out of him this afternoon. The last one was almost dry. We've been using a virtual reality machine on this cocksucker, and its worked five times. I think we need some real dick for the last one though. Can you help us out?" "No problem, doctor," answered Collin. "Tom, you take his ass. Wu! Come up front with me. We'll empty this bitch for you Dr. Reinhardt," continued the Italo-Irish hunk as he lowered his zipper and advanced towards the unsuspecting Man of Steel. Moments later the six foot, three inch dock worker, Tom, had stripped from the waiste down and was climbing onto the naked body of Superman. "Here, Tom. Use this," said Dr. Reinhardt as he handed the light green anal lubricant to the now erect dockworker. "It will help you get inside." A few seconds later the mind-fucked Superman, lost in the virtual reality of a violent prison rape, detected the blunt head of a man's erect penis enter him as Tom's phallic invasion force successfully breached his ass's defenses. Moments later the Kyptonian stud's perfectly sculptured butt cheeks were being scoured by Tom's hairy pubes as he buried his turgid armored column deep in the spectacular ass of the Man of Steel. As the longshoreman's long, hard penis began to piston in and out of Superman's violated rectum, the prison rape scene which surrounded him suddenly disappeared as Dr. Paulo removed the helmet. "Hey pussyface," said a voice from above. "Try sucking on this," is what Superman heard before a hot human erection was suddenly stuffed into his mouth. "That's right, faggot. You know that cock. Suck me good, faggot. Suck that cock. Eat it!" commanded the ex-Navy SEAL as he felt the firm lips of the defeated Superhero clamp around his rod. "Oh, baby! That's the way! Suck that dick! Suck it" he groaned encouragingly as he felt Superman's tongue begin to lap away at his cock. In the meantime the malevolent Wu had stripped completely and was advancing towards the cock-impaled face of Luthor's cock overwhelmed archenemy. "Here's more meat for ya, dick breath," Wu announced as he rubbed his leaking dick over the face of the cocksucking Kryptonian hunk. "Let's see if we can do something to help your complexion," said Wu as his wet cockhead left streaks on the face of the Man of Steel. Dr. Reinhardt was impressed by the enthusiasm in which Lex's three henchmen assaulted Superman. But he was overjoyed when he realized that the debased Superhero was once again throwing a full masted, Kryptonian boner. "We may be able to pull this off," he thought as he watched the rape continue. The exhausted Man of Steel had been reduced to a mere sexual object. He was too spent to even object to the attack, let alone resist it. Not that resistance was a viable alternative since the cum addicted pleasure centers of his brain transmitted the orders to submit at all costs. His brain would simply not allow anything to interfere with Superman's physiological need for human cum. Through his glazed eyes the defiled Superhero watched helplessly as Collin's saliva slicked phallus plunged in and out of his mouth. The Man of Steel felt his tongue attempt to envelope the Italo-Irish meat each time it entered him, and his lips caress the turgid organ as it ravished him. Those same eyes recorded each thrust of Wu's rigid phallus as it stabbed at his face and left it wet with the streaks of the cruel ex-gynmast's pre-cum. All the while the naked Superstud felt the relentless phallic probe that repeatedly rammed into his ass as the dockworker on top of the Man of Steel battered Superman's prostate. The horny longshoreman was the first to go over the edge. The sensations caused by the tight grip that Superman's sphincter had on his cock were too much for the man who was sodomizing the Man of Steel. "Oh, shit! I'm losing it!" groaned the sweating male as his dick blasted its load into the magnificent ass of the handsome son of Krypton. "Me too," panted Wu as his first blast of hot jism hit the center of Superman's open right eye. "Oh, fuck," moaned the spasming male as streams of ejaculate shot out of his dick and splattered across Superman's face, and onto this colleague's penis that continued to piston in and out of the Kyrptonian's mouth. As splashes of the Chinese male's semen were carried into Superman's mouth by Collin's thrusting rod, the 34 year old ex-Navy SEAL let out a groan and began to jettison thick wads of white goo into Lex's subjugated whore. "Swallow that shit, you fucking bastard!" Collin yelled as he emptied himself into Superman. As the semen from the two males coated his ultrasensitive tastebuds, the Man of Steel joined his rapists in cumming. A cry of "Unnnnghh! Ummmph! Aaaahhgggg" escaped from the cock-stopped mouth of the ravished Kryptonian Stud as his body spasmed, bucked and jerked to its seventh orgasm that day. The dick impaled Man of Steel cried out in anquish as he lost control of his body and passed out. As he watched the trapped head of Superman's dick whipsaw back in forth in the throes of the Superhero's orgasm, Dr. Naguib leaped up and shouted "We did it! We did! We milked the bitch dry! This fucking cow is empty! Dr. Reinhardt. He's dry! Nothing came out! The cow is empty! Yes!!! Congratulations Dr. Reinhardt. You did it! Yes!!" "Way to go doctor!" said Tom as he climbed off of the inert body of the unconscious Man of Steel, and slapped the alabaster cheeks he had just fucked. "Congratulations. If you ever want to do this again, give me a call. He's one hot piece of ass!" "Same here," said Wu Chou as he took his hand and spread his cum all over the face of the almost comatose Superhunk. "Hey, I told our flying faggot that this stuff was good for the complexion," he said as he finished coating Superman's face in a semen glaze. "It looks good on him," laughed Wu as he backed off to admire his work. "You're something else," laughed Collin as he watched Wu cum coat the handsome face of the inert Kryptonian hunk. The ex-Navy SEAL then squeezed a final drop of semen out of the head of his cock and wiped it off on Superman's upper lip, before stuffing his well-sucked dick back into his pants. "Damn I love my job," he said as he threw an arm across Wu's and Tom's shoulders and walked out of the room. "Come on guys, let's get a drink." he said as he left the room. It was a beaming Dr. Reinhardt who turned to his associates as he watched the three rapists leave the examining room. "Well, Dr. Naguib, Dr. Paulo and Dr. Thomas, you each did very well. I suspect that you may find your bank accounts a bit fatter within the next few days. Mr. Luthor likes to reward those who come through for him. "Leave the flying faggot where he is," said Reinhardt as he gestured towards the nude, unconscious Man of Steel as he lay face down on the examining table, his impressive Kryptonian cock and balls still dangling through the hole below. "We'll get back to him later. Let's go out and celebrate, shall we? I'll lock these up with the other samples we took today," continued Reinhardt as he retrieved the small container of Kryptonian pre-cum, and the larger container of Superman's semen. "I love my job too!" he exclaimed as he took a final look at the vanquished Man of Steel's cum encrusted face. "I like it a lot!" he said as he doused the lights and escorted his colleagues to the garage leaving Luthor's naked and defiled foe alone in the dark.