The following story is the twelveth chapter of a fantasy story involving the Man of Steel. It involves oral sex performed by the Superhero upon males on Earth. The acts of fellatio by Superman are not voluntary. If this subject matter offends, then stop reading this post now. Superman and some characters are trademarks of and copyright of DC Comics.
Superman Suck Slave (Ch.12) (MMMMM/M, Oral, NC, Celeb)
Momentarily setting aside the notepad on which he had been scribbling, Dr. Naguib looked downwards at the head that was rhythmically bobbing up and down on his crotch. "Uh, Superman," said the Egyptian doctor as he extracted his stiff flesh obelisk from the reluctant mouth of the Luthor organization's pet cocksucker.
"Yes?" replied the kneeling hunk, his eyes fixed on the hard phallus which glistened from the light reflected by its coating of Kryptonian saliva.
"I'm not going to have a conversation with the top of your head!" exclaimed the smiling physician, thoroughly amused by the fact that the Man of Steel had not taken his eyes off of Nagiub's rigid Egyptian fuck pump. "Damn, you are such a shameless cocksucker!" exclaimed Luthor's physician as he slowly and deliberately moved his cock from side to side like a metronome while watching the Man of Steel's eyes track its every movement. "I should talk to Lex about changing your name to mamhoon' -- that's Arabic for faggot'! What do you say mamhoon?" asked Naguib as he grabbed Superman by the chin; and forced his head upwards. "Should we change your name to `Mamhoon,' my little faggot friend?"
"Yes, doctor. Whatever you want. Mamhoon is fine. That's what I am," sighed the kneeling Kryptonian hunk, his voice tinged with frustration, as he anxiously glanced downward at the feast that was so tantalizingly close. "Just let me finish sucking you off.
Please," answered Superman as he opened his mouth and began swooping downwards towards the bullet-like head which had been lodged in his throat moments earlier.
"Whoa! In a minute my little mamhoon; in a minute," snapped Naguib as he reacted to Superman's attempt to re-engulf his rigid organ. "Don't worry, you'll have this wedged in that hot little throat of yours soon enough," said the smug doctor as he tantalized the cock craving Superhero by rubbing the warm head of his dick just underneath Superman's lower lip. "You really have to learn to exercise a bit more self-control," chuckled the doctor as he released his cock allowing it to snap away from Superman's face. "Now, just lean back a bit and hear me out."
Realizing that the only way he was going to be allowed to wrap his powerful lips around the Egyptian's reproductive organ was by listening to what the doctor had to say, the Man of Steel reluctantly leaned back; tore his eyes away from the dick he so dearly desired; and forced himself to look upwards towards the Egyptian doctor's face.
"I don't know if you are aware of the fact that I am an amateur statistician," continued Naguib as he picked up the notepad. "I like to fool around with numbers. And I've made some interesting calculations."
"Do you realize that have just completed your sixth year of outstanding service as our in-house cum dump?
"No," came the impatient reply from below.
"I'd didn't think so," chuckled Naguib. "How does that old adage go? Ah yes. `Time flies when you're having fun!' Heh, heh, heh.. Yes, Superman, you've been sucking cock for six years. You've had more dicks in your mouth in six years than most faggots have in a lifetime. To say that you're are world class cocksucker would be an understatement. You've spent more time on your knees than a priest does in a lifetime! I mean you are in a league of your own. You truly are a champion cocksucker!" exclaimed the doctor as he glanced down at Superman.
"Every champion usually has someone who keeps his statistics," continued Naguib. "Well, I've taken on that responsibility, and I must say, that your stats should be in a record book. I've been doing some calculations which you may find to be very interesting. As a matter of fact, these are numbers that should make you very proud!" continued Naguib as he reached down and mussed the Man of Steel's hair.
"Just bear with me," said Naguib "and listen to this. The average ejaculation for a human male is 3 milliliters, and the average number of sperm in a 3 milliliter ejaculation is 60 million. The average number of real men you fellate each day is around one dozen. That means on any given day you consume 36 milliliters, or 1.22 ounces of cum containing approximately 720 million sperm. Now if we project that out on a yearly basis, factoring in for leap years, your annual semen consumption is approximately 14 quarts, or slightly over 13 liters. Contained within those 14 quarts are approximately 263 billion sperm. I am impressed! In one year you eat more sperm than there are people on this entire planet! Now, all I have to do is multiply by six and .... wait a minute. Yup, You've swallowed more than 84 quarts, hmmm that's 78 liters, of cum since you joined us. That's nearly 1.6 trillion sperm! Don't you find that amazing?" Naguib asked as he looked down on the kneeling Man of Steel.
"Yes," replied a noticeably peeved Superman, as he fidgeted about on his knees while glancing continuously at Naguib's cock. "Now, may I please go back to sucking your dick?"
"Why? Are you that anxious to add another 60 million sperm to your tally?" asked the grinning Egyptian physician as he wrapped his fist around his cock and started to slowly stroke it.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I've busted your chops enough. I was just having some fun with you. Listen, Superman, your father, Jor-El, would be very proud of you. You truly are fulfilling the purpose for which you were born. I suspect that even your human foster parents, Jonathan and Martha Kent, would beam with unabashed pride if they could see you now and learn of what you've been doing for the past six years. Hell, I bet your friends in high school would be proud of you as well. You never did get to suck off any of the guys in high school did you, Superman?
"No," Superman replied softly. "I didn't know of my true orientation until Mr. Luthor and you guys showed me."
"That's a damn shame, my little mamhoon," said Naguib as he gently ran a finger across Superman's right cheek. "Guys in high school are on testosterone overload and walk around all day sprouting hard ons. Think of all those cocks you could have been sucking. You would have been in boner heaven. You would have been the most sought after guy in school, and the unofficial mascot for every varsity team. I can only imagine the fun you would have had with the football team on an overnight away game. Oh, well, there's no use crying over spilled milk, or in your case spilled cum. Well, let's just see if we can help make up for what you missed in high school," chuckled the doctor as he pushed Superman's head down into his lap.
"It's all your's, cocksucker."
As the doctor released his cock and watched it instantly disappear from sight into the dick craving maw of the Man of Steel, he laughed quietly to himself. Even though he had been dumping cum into the Man of Steel's mouth on a regular basis over the past six years, Naguib still got a special thrill out of watching the handsome Kryptonian hunk shamelessly debase himself on his cock. It was the ultimate power trip for the Egyptian physician to know that he could bring the most formidably powerful man on the planet to his knees merely by unzipping his fly. "All of the incredible powers of the Man of Steel were unable to withstand the intoxicating lure of my cock," thought Naguib as he looked down at his crotch and watched the base of his turgid organ disappear and reappear from Superman's mouth.
"See if you can make this blowjob last a while, cocksucker, and I'll see if I can give you a big load today," remarked the doctor as he reached down and lazily scratched his nuts. "A nice big load will help you get your numbers up!" he exclaimed as Naguib spread his legs; put his hands behind his head; nestled his back deeper in the chair, closed his eyes, and surrendered his cock to the indescribably pleasurable oral services of Lex Luthor's subservient whore.
Grateful that the conversation had finally ended and anxious to feed on another load of the creamy white dicksauce he craved, Superman increased the speed at which his lips were traveling up and down the length of the hard Egyptian phallus; unleashed a skilled lingual attack on the organ's thick head; and increased the suction he was applying to the proud reproductive organ. The moans of pleasure emanating from the real male he was servicing told him that he was sucking this dick just the right way.
Fifteen minutes later, after several pauses to allow the rutting Egyptian male to ease back from the edge of an orgasm, the cum-craving Man of Steel recognized the tell-tale signs that the stiff cock around which his lips were wrapped had passed the point of no return and was about to ejaculate hot semen into his mouth. He immediately increased the suction he was applying to the rigid organ.
"Aw, fuck, cocksucker, here it comes," groaned Naguib as he pulled his cock out of Superman's throat and wedged its head just inside his Kryptonian cocksucker's lips. A few seconds later the cum-hungry Man of Steel added another 60 million sperm to his consumption ledger when his dick-pleasing tongue was rewarded with a series of intense semen blasts from the doctor's well-sucked phallus. The Luthor organization's superhuman cum receptacle kept his lips firmly wrapped around the hard male organ until it finally stopped ejaculating semen across the surface of his tongue. After rolling his tongue around in the gooey dicksauce in order to fully savor the warm load of Egyptian goo, the subjugated Kryptonian hunk moaned softly before eagerly swallowing the entire load. After looking upwards for a sign of approval from the doctor, Luthor's debased trollop then started to carefully cleanse the softening organ with his well-practiced tongue.
The Man of Steel's skillful cock cleaning ritual and the state of bliss into which the doctor had drifted were abruptly brought to an end when the door to Naguib's office unexpectedly flew open.
"Damn! Sorry doc! I didn't realize you were feeding the pig," chortled the now 25 year old star reporter for the Daily Planet, Gunnar Adolphson as be barged into Dr. Naguib's office, carrying a cloth bag under one arm. "I was looking for our little pussyboy and was told he was here. Did he do a good job? Hope he didn't leave any cum stains on your shorts. He missed a drop from me the other day and I got reamed out when my girlfriend found a cum stain on my shorts. Boy was she pissed. I told her that I had jerked off thinking about her, and that kinda cooled her down. Ya gotta pay attention to detail, ya little faggot!" exclaimed the grinning Swedish hunk as he watched Superman reinsert the head of Naguib's cock into his mouth for a final cum cleansing suck before respectfully placing the doctor's dick back in his pants.
"Sorry Gunnar," replied the Man of Steel as he licked his lips and swallowed the last droplets of the Egyptian's semen. "Cum is a terrible thing to waste. I think you should punish me by making me suck you off again and again until I get it right," snickered the kneeling Kryptonian hunk as he playfully reached for Gunnar's crotch.
"Hey, cut that out." responded cocky blond stud as he jumped backwards away from Superman's cock seeking hand. "I got a date tonight. I'll let you have this tomorrow," he said lewdly grabbing himself.
"I'll hold you to that promise," replied the Man of Steel as he used his x-ray vision to take a long, lust-filled look at the object of his desires nestled inside of Gunnar's shorts.
"Stop that," an exasperated Gunnar snapped when he realized what Superman was doing. "What am I going to have to do, get lead underwear? Damn! You are absolutely shameless. What a fucking cockhound."
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry," interjected the grinning Man of Steel. "Are you going to use a condom tonight? If you do, would you bring it back for me when you're done fucking her? It would be a sin to just toss it in the trash," continued the debauched Superhero as he once again fixed his eyes onto Gunnar's crotch and lewdly licked his lips.
"You're absolutely shameless!" exclaimed the Swedish hunk. "What a fucking pig! I'm not going to carry around a used scumbag just so you can have a midnight snack."
"If you don't want a blowjob, and you won't bring me your used rubber when you're done humping some broad, then why were you looking for me?" Superman asked as he looked with lust and awe into the eyes of the male who loomed over him.
"I have to introduce you to the newest members of the organization," replied Gunnar as he stared down at the subservient Superhunk who at one time had struck fear and terror in the hearts of the men of the Luthor organization. "Well actually the newest members would like to introduce you to their `members,' to be precise," laughed the smirking Swede as he watched his favorite cocksucker's face light up as the Man of Steel slowly got up off of his knees.
"Oh yeah? Really? How many? Where are they?" asked the obsequious Kryptonian cockhound as he exaggeratedly ran his tongue across his upper lip.
"They're in one of the smaller conference rooms right now," Gunnar replied. "They're watching porno flicks."
"Great!" exclaimed the Man of Steel as he eagerly strode forward. "Have you seen their cocks?"
"No, I haven't seen their cocks!" replied the 25 year old, feigning extreme indignation. "I'm sure you'll love them. Have you ever found a cock that you didn't like to suck?"
"No," replied the Man of Steel as he quickly extended his hand and reverently caressed Gunnar's package. "But there are some that I like more than others!" he exclaimed as he caught the young Swedish stud's eye and winked..
"I told you, tomorrow. You can suck me off tomorrow," replied the younger male firmly as he gripped Superman's hand and removed it from his crotch. "Come on. We gotta go."
As Luthor's perpetually cock hungry male whore moved towards Dr. Naguib's door, his path was unexpectedly blocked by Gunnar's no longer lanky frame, having acquired a bit more heft and muscle over the past few years. "Before you meet them, ya gotta put this on," continued the masterful Swede as he reached into the cloth bag and produced the Man of Steel's trademark outfit.
"Can't I just go in naked and suck `em off?" asked Superman as he warily eyed the no longer comfortable garment. "Heck, I'd even wear that frilly pink ballerina's tutu that you and Wu Chao made me wear one night when I sucked you off."
"Nah, you know the drill," replied Gunnar as he tried to appear sympathetic to Superman's request. "The first time you blow new guys you have to wear the outfit. Unlike yourself and the rest of us, some of the new members of the organization have a difficult time accepting the fact that you are nothing more than a lowly cocksucker. Who can blame them? The media, thanks to those highly publicized, carefully choreographed, crime-busting missions we send you on, has them and the rest of the world bamboozled into believing that you're some kind of all-powerful Superhero. Once they have their dicks in your mouth and dump a few loads down your throat, that silly myth of you being some kind of awesome superstud is permanently debunked. There's just no way that a guy can be in awe of you, or fear you, or even respect you while you're on your knees chowing down on his dick. Having your lips wrapped around their cocks while you're wearing that silly flying pansy outfit totally eradicates the effects of all that Man of Steel PR that spews out of the media. I know that you don't like wearing this, but you have to wear it today. Don't worry, once you've sucked them off you can take it off, unless of course they want you to keep it on. In any case the fact that you're going to be allowed to suck two new cocks today will make wearing it worth while."
"Whatever you say, Gunnar," replied the obedient Man of Steel as he took the outfit from the 25 year blond and changed into it literally in a blink of an eye. Seconds later the formidable looking Kryptonian hunk was eagerly following his young Swedish master down the hall.
After a ride up the elevator and a walk down the hallway, Gunnar and the Man of Steel went through the doorway that marked the one area of the complex where Superman was allowed unrestricted access -- that portion of the floor which contained his doorless bedroom along with other rooms, offices, bathrooms and storage closets into which Lex's men would regularly haul the hapless Superhero for a blowjob.
As they were about to enter the final segment of the hallway before it connected with the conference room, the Man of Steel's supersensitive ears began to pick up the sounds of male voices. There were definitely several men involved in the conversation, and at least two of the voices sounded familiar. As he continued to listen he immediately recognized one of the voices as that of the Italo-Irish, ex-US Navy SEAL, Collin Umberto. A second voice was also very familiar to the Man of Steel, but he was at a total loss as to the name of man to whom it belonged. He hadn't heard the voice recently, but definitely had heard it before. It really bothered the perplexed Superhunk that he couldn't place the second voice.
As Gunnar and Superman turned the corner of the hallway outside of the Man of Steel's bedroom, the Kryptonian hunk immediately recognized the hairy chested Italo-Irish hunk who had played such a critical role in dethroning the Man of Steel, but was frustrated to see that the owner of the other familiar voice had his back to the doorway. "Who the hell is that?" Superman asked himself.
Seconds later the mystery was solved.
"Hello, you miserable fucking faggot" snarled the familiar voice in words tinged with anger and contempt. "I guess you never thought you'd see me again, did you cocksucker?" snarled the deep male voice as its owner turned around to face the Man of Steel.
A look of total astonishment swept across Superman's face as he came face to face with the brawny, grey eyed, blond haired seaman he had forcibly fellated on board the Star of Nyasa years earlier -- the ship's machinist Jerzy Pilsudski. The shock of coming face to face with the man Superman had raped with his mouth -- once on board the Star of Nyasa, and a second time when he had dumped the unconscious Polish hunk onto the bed of a sleazy motel on the outskirts of Honolulu -- caused the Superhero to stagger backwards and bury his face in his hands.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry" babbled the nearly incoherent Man of Steel as he collided with Gunnar. "Please forgive me. I tried to explain. ...couldn't help myself. It just came over me. I didn't know," continued Superman as he fell to his knees in front of Gunnar and looked pleadingly into the Swede's blue eyes. "Please, Gunnar, please. Please tell him the truth. Please! Help me!"wailed the guilt-wracked hunk from Krypton as he groveled at the feet of the nephew of the woman who had betrayed him.
The expression of anger on the face of the 30 year old Pole was replaced with one of utter amazement as he watched the Superhero who had sexually assaulted him fall to his knees and pathetically plead for help.
"I told you he wasn't anything to worry about," Collin whispered to Jerzy. "That whole Man of Steel bit is simply a pretense. It's all for show. This guy's nothing more than a cocksucker. He's like one of those creeps who stares at your dick when you're in the lockerroom at the gym. What he did to you on that ship was a freak incident. He was like hormone-crazed adolescent trying to deal with his sexuality, and you just happened to be walking out of the shower with your dick hanging out when his hormones kicked in. That was like dangling a piece of meat in front of a hungry dog, or in your case a Polish sausage. I mean this faggot swallows cum like you or your old man drink vodka. As I'm sure you remember, the only thing our little pussy wanted on that ship was your dick in his mouth. He didn't try to fuck you or get you to suck him off, now did he?"
The stunned Pole just shook his head.
"That's right. What we have here is Earth's most powerful bottom feeder. You can't stop him with a bullet, but whip out that Polish cock of yours, and that flying faggot will do anything you want. Go ahead. Try it."
When the Polish hunk -- who still carried psychological wounds caused by Superman's oral assault --hesitated, the now 40 year old ex-US Navy SEAL, grabbed Jerzy by the shoulders; shook him; stared into his eyes; and in a deep voice said "You gotta do this man. You have to let go of that anger. It's eating you up. It took us a long time to find you and bring you into the organization. You have to deal with this. Now, pull out your cock and watch that sniveling faggot suck on it like a cheap street whore. This is your fucking magic wand," said Collin as he grabbed a hold of Jerzy's crotch. "Now pull it out and turn him into a fairy princess. Do it now!" the ex-Navy hunk growled as he released his grip. "Feed that faggot."
"Superman!" barked Collin. "Stop sniveling and get over here in front of my new friend. Keep those eyes lowered! The only thing you need to see is his cock. Yeah, that's right. Jerzy here is going to show you that he's a much bigger man than you'll ever hope to be."
As the shaken up Man of Steel scrambled around on his knees, shifting from Gunnar's feet to those of the Polish stud, Collin decided to take over. In a booming voice the long-time veteran of the Luthor organization ordered the submissive, eye-averting Man of Steel to "lower that stud's zipper, and take out his dick."
The distraught Superhero obediently submitted to the demands of the ex-Navy SEAL and gripped the tab on the Polish hunk's zipper; pulled it down; and gently inserted his hand into the fly of the Pole's underwear. Within seconds the blond Polish hunk felt his cock once again in the eager hand of the Man of Steel. His whole frame shuddered as he remembered Superman's merciless assault on board the Star of Nyasa, when the Man of Steel had forcibly fellated him. The feelingss of rage and helplessness that he experienced that terrible day returned to him as he once again stared down and saw the very symbol of his manhood in the hands of the perverted Man of Steel.
As the debased Superhero stared at the thick, hefty, wide-headed symbol of heterosexuality just inches away from his tongue-moistened lips, the craven cocksucker's mind was flooded with images of the first time he had savored the generous supply of sperm stew it produced. At that time the Man of Steel had bound the naked Polish sailor through holes punched in the walls of the ship's shower. Superman's devouring of the Polish dicksauce had been without the consent of the well-build machinist. While the cocksucking son of Krypton had been truly remorseful for his criminal sexual assault on the merchant seaman, and had even confessed to Luthor's doctors to forcible fellating Jerzy, that remorse was starting to dissipate as the depraved cockhound saw an opportunity to appease this hot Polish stud and to demonstrate the power and control his former victim now exercised over him.
"Now, kiss that cock! Show my man here how much you need it. Make love to that dickhead, cocksucker" Collin ordered as the assembled males all looked down at Luthor's eager to comply, suck slave.
"Get you're faggot hands off me!" yelled the blond haired hunk as he stepped back freeing his cock from Superman's grip. Before Collin, Gunnar and the other startled males in the room could begin to react, the enraged merchant ship machinist lifted his foot up to the center of Superman's chest, and shoved the Man of Steel backwards onto the floor.
"Stay there, you fucking queer!" snarled the livid 36 year old male, as he advanced towards his former rapist who now lay sprawled on his back on the floor. "You want what comes outta my dick? Is that it, faggot? Is that what you want, you fucking scumbag?" he bellowed. "Well, here faggot. I'll give you exactly what you want!"
With that the sneering Pole straddled the unresisting Man of Steel's chest with his feet; pointed his flaccid cock at Superman's face; and unleashed a flood of urine in between the eyes of the stunned Superhero.
As the stream of human waste water blasted into Superman's face; the Man of Steel found himself automatically shutting both his eyes and his mouth. Although the urine couldn't hurt him, there was some infinitesimal remnant of male ego still lurking in the recesses of Superman's mind that had activated in a desperate attempt to preserve some fragment of dignity.
"Open your fucking mouth, you cocksucking faggot! Look at me!" yelled the enraged Polish hunk when he saw Superman's reaction. "Do it now, you pathetic worm! You wanted what comes outta my dick? Well, you're gonna have it. Open them now!
Although the Man of Steel had been forced to submit to the emasculating degradation of being used as a pisspig by several of Luthor's associates in the past, the vanquished son of Kyrpton was too terrified to even think about disobeying the humiliating demands of the angry Pole.
Six years ago when the Luthor's henchmen had succeeded in completely breaking the Man of Steel, Superman had totally surrendered his masculinity and unquestionably accepted Luthor's dictum that he was and always would be nothing more than a lowly, contemptible cocksucker. The mind-fucked Superhero had made a solemn vow to himself of total submission to the will of the men of Lex Luthor's association. Total and unquestioning obedience to the debasing sexual demands of Luthor's men was virtually the only way that the Man of Steel could receive any kind of positive feedback or praise from the criminals who so completely dominated him. In the hellish world of depravity into which Luthor had dragged this symbol of virtue, being called "a good little faggot" while on his knees fellating a smirking gang member was viewed by the Man of Steel as effusive praise. There was simply no demand that Superman would refuse to obey lest he risk incurring wrath of these males. As soon as he heard "open your fucking mouth" the urine-soaked Man of Steel immediately opened his mouth and eyes, and stared into the face which loomed above the cascading stream of urine.
"That's better, faggot," snarled the 36 year old Pole contemptuously as he began to direct his stream of hot piss into Superman's open mouth, eyes and nose. Soon rivulets of Polish piss began to leak out of Superman's nostrils as the vile liquid flooded his sinuses and then poured back down his nostrils. The Man of Steel's entire forehead was soaking wet as the nasty fluid splashed out of his eye sockets and soaked the surrounding skin.
But it was Superman's mouth that received the bulk of the of the flood which poured out of the blond hunk's cock.
"You are fucking pathetic" said the contemptuous 36 year old as he watched Superman begin to swallow the piss Jerzy's cock was spewing into his mouth. "I wonder what your fucking public would think if they could see you now, Superman; swallowing piss? You're nothing more than a flying urinal. I can't believe I actually admired you. What a fucking asshole I was," snapped the agitated machinist as he finished emptying the contents of his bladder onto the Man of Steel, and then flicked the final droplets off his cock onto the soaking wet Superhero.
Still holding his cock while towering over the piss reeking Kryptonian hunk, the disgusted Polish male looked down at his former rapist with utter contempt. "My friend Collin here tells me that as a condition of employment, I am supposed to feed you a load of cum from time to time," he said while angrily shaking his cock at the Man of Steel who was in the process of swallowing the last quantities of the Polish piss that had defiled his mouth. "Isn't that right, Collin? asked Jerzy as he turned towards the group of men who had silently witnessed the piss shower he had unleashed onto the kneeling hunk.
"Yup!" answered Collin.
"That's correct," added in Gunnar, who was still trying to deal with the outpouring of intense hatred he had just witnessed.
"Fine! You want a load of cum, faggot? Well, I'm going to give you a load of cum. But you're never gonna have your faggy lips on my dick again," Jerzy continued as he started to masturbate. "It won't take me too long to work up a nice load for ya. That's what you want, isn't it cocksucker? You want my load? Answer me!!!"
"Yes, sir," came the soft reply as the humiliated and fearful Man of Steel watched the 36 year old's phallus gradually elongate and harden in response to the skillful manipulations of its owner.
For the next few minutes while the scornful Polish male defiantly stroked himself in front of the Man of Steel, the other males in the group started talking amongst themselves to kill time until the Pole was ready to ejaculate.
"How in the world did you find him?" asked Gunnar as he leaned over to talk to Collin.
"It wasn't easy. After Superman confessed to what he had done to Jerzy on the Star of Nyasa, we contacted some associates in Hawaii. They were unable to find any trace of him. Superman had destroyed all the ship's records so there was no way for us to get an address for him. We kept an eye on the company that had owned the Star of Nyasa, but Pilsudski had been so traumatized by the whole incident, that he never went back to work for them.
We eventually found him through a private detective who had an in with the Honolulu cops. Jerzy apparently went to them after the attack and told them what had happened. They laughed in his face and dismissed him as a nutcase. They did remember that he lived in Canada, which is where we eventually tracked him down. Lex didn't want any loose ends lying around from that incident. We offered Pilsudski a job at a nice fat salary, and he took it. Did you see the look on Superman's face when he saw him? I thought he was going to shit himself." said Collin.
"Yeah," replied the blond Swedish hunk as he turned back to watch the masturbating Pole. "I haven't seen that look on our little cocksucker's face for a long, long time. I'm glad you found this guy. Having him around will be just another reminder to Superman of how pathetic a creature he really is."
For the angrily masturbating Polish hunk the events of the past few minutes had been absolutely cathartic. The feelings of powerlessness and helplessness which had haunted him for the past six years were being rapidly purged from his system as he avenged himself against Superman. Having the Man of Steel groveling at his feet while slavishly submitting to a piss shower was just what Jerzy needed to begin to repair the horrific damage that Superman's sexual assault had done to the Pole's pysche. When the masturbating machinist noticed that the kneeling Man of Steel was throwing a hard on in anticipation of the blond hunk's ejaculation, he almost became gleeful with contempt.
"I see you're getting hard just thinking about swallowing another load of my cum, aren't ya, faggot? observed the stroking hunk, his voice tinged with contempt, as he increased the speed at which his hand was sliding up and down his rigid organ. "Well, it won't be much longer, faggot. You'll get your fucking load, even though you don't deserve it."
"Thank you" came the barely audible reply as the Man of Steel focused intently on the hard cock as it verged on the edge of orgasm.
A minute and a half later, the masturbating blond hunk's body shook and shuddered as he finally went over the edge and began spewing semen in front of Luthor's debased sex slave and Luthor's henchmen.
"Stay where you are, faggot!" yelled the ejaculating 36 year old when he saw Superman move his head towards the end of his cum jettisoning reproductive organ. "You can have my cum when I say you can have it," he said breathlessly as his cock continued to fire sperm laden goo into the air.
The Pole had deliberately aimed his erupting organ to the side of Superman so that the rich white cream it was producing would land into a puddle of cooling urine created during his initial piss attack on the Man of Steel. Everyone in the room, especially the frustrated Superhero, watched as the ropey strings of hot jizz flew out of Jerzy's urethra; arched gracefully into the air; and landed with a splash in the urine pool. It was only after his orgasm had fully subsided and he had slowly and deliberately squeezed the last few drops of his sperm rich semen into the urine and cum collection, before stirring the male stew with the bottom of his left foot, that the smug Polish hunk finally gave Luthor's cum-hungry slut the go ahead.
Slowly raising his left foot until the bottom of his shoe was roughly parallel to Superman's face, the triumphant machinist said, "Clean it off, bitch!" as he stared into the eyes of Lex's whore.
Meekly extending his powerful Kyrptonian tongue, the debased Man of Steel began to quietly lap the semen and urine mixture from the bottom of the shoe. Grateful to be allowed to once again taste the hot jizz he had once stolen from Jerzy's cock, the depraved Superhero obediently and enthusiastically cleansed the bottom of the Polish hunk's shoe of every trace of the viscous mixture.
When he was satisfied that Superman had ingested every drop of the vile mixture, the smirking male pointed to the piss and cum puddle on the floor, and said "lap it up, pussyboy. I want you on all fours, and I want to see that tongue of yours in action. I want that floor to shine when you're done with it. On your hands and knees, faggot! Lap up those man juices!"
As Gunnar, Collin and the other males looked on in amusement, the once dominant male on the planet obediently got on his hands and knees and began to lap up the rapidly cooling mess. Ten minutes lately the entire disgusting mixture, along with a few errant pools of piss, had been licked up and transferred to the stomach of the Luthor organization's servile whore.
Turning towards Collin the Polish machinist said "I hope that makes Mr. Luthor happy."
Looking back down at the debased Man of Steel, the contemptuous male spit in Superman's face and declared "I did that for Mr. Luthor; not you. Maybe next time I'll jerk off in the toilet and see if you can drink the whole fucking bowl. I'm outta here," he concluded as he turned away from the prone Superhero and headed out of the room.
After what seemed to be an eternity, the silence of the room was broken when Gunnar observed "Well, that went well!" triggering howls of laughter from the other males who had witnessed Superman's reunion with his rape victim.
Uncertain of what to do, and fearful of offending any of Luthor's henchmen, the Man of Steel remained on all fours while the other men in the room continued to enjoy the laugh session Gunnar's remarks had triggered.
It was only after Superman heard the phrase "Okay, Collin, who's next?" that the Man of Steel felt safe enough to raise his head from the floor and return to his knees.
"I am," came the reply from a man standing next to Collin. "I get the next shot at the cocksucker."
Turning his head towards the sound of that unfamiliar voice, the Man of Steel found himself looking up into the grinning face of tall, dark haired male. The man appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He was over six feet tall, had dark grey eyes and looked like he needed a shave. He had a fairly muscular build and seemed to be carrying a hefty sized package judging from the bulge in the front of his well-worn jeans.
"Michael; this is Superman. Superman; this is Michael -- Michael O'Bannion to be specific" continued Collin as he led the tall hunk towards the kneeling Man of Steel. "As you've just seen, Superman is our in-house cocksucker. He's sort of our own flying faggot who sucks us off whenever he can get the chance. I know that you've seen all the television reports of him flying around the world fighting for truth, justice and the American way; but in reality that is all a myth. In many ways Superman is a charity case under the protection of Lex Luthor. Under Mr. Luthor's orders we keep this faggot's true nature hidden from the public and do our best to feed his insatiable appetite for cock. I mean this cocksucker goes through dick like a horde of locusts goes through a wheat field. I've never seen anything like it. Isn't that right Superman? asked Collin.
"Yes," replied the disheveled Kyrptonian hunk as he look over the newest member of Luthor's organization. "I love to suck cock. It's the whole reason that I was sent to this planet in the first place. I didn't realize that for quite a number of years until Lex came along and explained things to me. By the way, that's a nice slab of meat you're carrying in those jeans. I'll show it the respect it deserves when I blow you, " Superman volunteered after he had activated his x-ray vision and checked out the new hunk's package.
"Stop that you shameless faggot," interrupted Gunnar as he pushed the Man of Steel back onto the floor. Show some respect for the man. He did the same thing to me a little while ago when I was bringing him here to suck you off. He keeps using that damn x-ray vision of his to check out my joint"
"That's okay," declared the smiling Irish-American hunk as he confidently strolled up to the Man of Steel; cupped his right hand under his crotch; and said "He can check this out as much as he wants. I suspect that he won't being seeing it that often since I intend to have it spend a lot of time wedged in his pretty little throat."
"Then he's all your's Michael, replied Gunnar. "Just whip it out and feed him his supper."
"Thanks Gunnar. But if it's okay with you and Collin, I'd like to clean this faggot up a bit before I face fuck him. I like a blowjob as much as the next guy, but I'm really not into getting sucked off by a guy who's soaking wet and reeking of piss. Jerzy did a real job on him. If you don't mind, I'd like to take this flying homo to a shower; hose him down; and then blow a load down his throat."
"It's okay with me, Michael. How about you Collin? Gunnar asked.
"Are you sure that you can handle him on your own?" Collin asked.
"No problem," replied Michael confidently. "After seeing what Jerzy did to him I know I'll have no problem keeping this little gay boy in line. Besides, look at his face," continued Michael as he gestured towards Superman. "He hasn't taken his eyes off of my crotch for the last five minutes. You want this don't you, cocksucker?" laughed Michael as he looked down at Superman. Without waiting for an answer, the confident Michael replied, "You bet he does. I don't think I'll have any trouble with this pansy. Come on boy. Get off your knees and let's take a walk. The sooner we clean you up; the sooner you'll be able to wrap those pretty little lips of yours around my dick. What should I do with him after I've finished fucking his face?"
"Send him back to his room. It's easier for the other guys to find him there," answered Collin. "Good luck. Oh, yeah. Don't worry about any teeth. This cocksucker is really good and knows what he's doing, right faggot?"
"Yes Collin. You are absolutely correct," replied the Man of Steel as he obediently rose to his feet and followed the Irish stud out of the room.
As he walked passed the Swedish hunk who had brought him to the room, the urine soaked Superhero winked; pointed at Gunnar's crotch and said "That's mine tomorrow. You promised."
"Get the fuck out of here," came the reply as 24 year old star reporter for the Daily Planet watched his favorite cumdump leave the room.
As the Man of Steel dutifully trailed several feet behind the swaggering Irish hunk, the disheveled Kryptonian heartthrob asked in a hesitating voice, "Ah, er, ah, where are we going Michael?"
"We're going to clean you up and then feed you some dick," replied the dark haired hunk without breaking his stride or even looking back at the Man of Steel.
"But my room has a shower, and it's the other way," Superman offered.
"I know. I know. Your room is a bit to public. My dick, as you will soon discover, is nothing to be ashamed off. As a matter of fact I'm always getting my share of stares at the beach and at the gym. But I'm not some kind of exhibitionist. Oh, don't worry. I'll be feeding you dick in front of the others soon enough. But for my first encounter with those pretty lips of yours, I'd like a little bit of privacy."
"Ah, yes. Here we are." Michael announced as he stopped in front of an elevator. "You and I are gonna stop by the lab. I understand that you used to spend a lot of time down their with Dr. Reinhardt and his colleagues when you first joined Lex's organization. There's a nice large shower down there where we can clean that piss off of you. I understand you had your very first enema in that shower. Is that right? asked Michael.
"Yes," groaned Superman as he instantly remembered being bent over in that very shower with a Kryptonite-lubed hose inserted in his rectum while a seemingly endless stream of water was pumped into his intestines.
"Don't worry, Superman," said Michael when he noticed the troubled look on the Man of Steel's face, "I'm not interested in sticking anything in this end," continued the Irish-American stud as he grabbed a hold of the Kryptonian hunk's right ass cheek. "This is what I intend to plug tonight," said the smiling dark-haired male as he shoved the index finger of his free hand into Superman's unresisting mouth.
"Thanks, I appreciate that," replied the visibly relieved son of Krypton when the smiling hunk removed his finger from Superman's mouth. "I'll do a really good job sucking you off tonight."
"I know you will. I know you will," said Michael. "Now get in the elevator, my little princess. There's cock to suck !" exclaimed Luthor's new employee as he pushed Superman forward, propelling him into the elevator. "Push the down button, faggot. Make yourself useful."
Less than three minutes later Superman and his newest overseer were standing in front of the large shower enclosure where Luthor's emotionless chief physician has mockingly lectured the Man of Steel on the importance of keeping "this nice asspussy of yours clean and ready for action" as he rubbed Green Kryptonite tinged anal lube onto Superman's sphincter in order to allow for the insertion of the enema tube.
"This will do perfectly," said Michael as he checked out his Kryptonian prey and the large shower. "Now, strip! But do it slowly. I want to see exactly what it is that women find so attractive about a faggot like you. " As the Man of Steel started to remove his trademark outfit, Michael barked out "Face me. I don't want to look at your ass. I want you to look your man in the face as you get naked for him."
The Man of Steel began his slow act of disrobing by unfastening his cape and dropping onto the floor of shower before gripping the bottom edge of his torso-clinging shirt and slowly raising it upwards. As the rock hard abdomen of Superman gradually came into view, slowly followed by the finely sculptured pectoral slabs of the Man of Steel, Michael caught his breath. He had never seen such a perfectly chiseled and physically flawless body in his entire life. "He has the body of a god," thought Michael as he felt his cock begin to stiffen.
"You can toss your outfit off to the side," said Michael once the upper torso of the magnificent Kryptonian was totally bare. "Take those boots off next," continued the Irish hunk. "I want to save the best for last."
"Whatever you saw, Michael," replied Superman as he picked up his cape and shirt; pitched them outside of the shower; sat on the floor of the shower and obediently began to remove his boots. Once they had joined his cape and shirt, Luthor's docile whore slowly rose and once again faced the man who would soon be using him as a cumdump.
"The belt's next," said the increasingly aroused dark haired hunk as he stared at the jointure of the Man of Steel's muscular legs.
"Yes sir," came the immediate response from the inwardly puzzled Man of Steel. Over the past six years of service to the Luthor organization as their submissive in-house cocksucker, the handsome son of Krypton had grown quite used to be stripped; ordered to strip; or simply marched around naked in front of Luthor's men and some of his preferred business clients prior to being ordered to his knees and fed cock. Although he had seen many of these men glance at his crotch and genitals, no one had quite stared at them with the intensity of Michael O'Bannion.
Subconsciously running the tip of his tongue across his upper lip, the handsome Irish stud, his eyes still locked onto the bulge a few inches below the Kryptonian's bellybutton, intoned "Now I want you to slowly peel off your trunks and tights at the same time."
This time the increasingly confused Superhero did not respond verbally to Michael's order. He simply inserted his thumbs into underneath the tops of his trunks and tights and began to lower them.
"Stop!" snapped the thirty year old hunk, shifting his gaze from Superman's groin area to the Man of Steel's face. "I want you to go really slow, and I want you to slowly gyrate the lower part of your body as you're doing it. Pretend you're one of those gay go-go boys you like to suck off. Give me a little show. Do a good job, and I might work up an extra-large load for you."
Immediately responding to the commanding tones that now emanated from the dark-haired hunk, the Man of Steel began to deliberately move his lower body in a circle, punctuated from time to time by a subtle groin thrust forward, as the gentle pressure from his thumbs pushed his trunks and tights lower and lower.
"Very good. Maybe we can hire you out as a dancer at a gay bar," chuckled the beaming Irish-American male as he reverted his eyes to Superman's nether regions and excitedly awaited the grand unveiling of the Kryptonian's cock. "Think of that. You up there on stage; wiggling your little ass in front of a bunch of horny faggots who can't wait to drag you into the back room and feed you dick all night. Would you like that, Superman?" asked aroused Irish hunk as he watched more and more of the Man of Steel's incredible body come into view. "Think of all the jizz you could swallow," said Michael as a gripped his own fully erect cock and untangled from the underwear trap in which it had ensnared itself.
"Yes I would, Michael," answered Supeman as he continued the lewd striptease he was performing for the six foot three inch tall stud.
"I bet you would. Maybe Gunnar and I can take ...," responded Michael, never finish the sentence as his eyes caught the first wisps of Kryptonian pubic hair begin to emerge from their trunks and tights prison. Soon the entire top of Superman's generous bush came into view along with the top of the base of the Superhero's cock. "This is awesome!" thought the lusting Irish male. "It's almost out." A few gyrations later the thick lower third of Superman's semi-erect phallus escaped from confinement as the rapidly breathing Irish-American hunk's hand began to grope his own crotch.
"Go, baby! Go! Dance for your daddy!" barked Michael as he exhorted the Man of Steel onwards. "You're almost there, faggot. Do it; baby. Do it!" Conditioned to respond to any kind of praise from Luthor's men, the Man of Steel broke into a smile and rapidly thrust his groin forwards multiple times towards the intense male who eyes seemed to be devouring the Man of Steel. Soon the only part of Superman's magnificent cock which was not in view was its head which was held down by the edge of the Man of Steel's red trunks. That situation only lasted a few more seconds. With two more twists of the hips and a downward shove by both thumbs, the whole Kryptonian sex organ sprang into view.
"We have dick!" exclaimed Michael and he clapped his hands and laughed. "Very good Superman. Now, if you can suck dick as well as you can dance, we'll be in business" continued the Irish hunk as he finally got an unobstructed view of the Man of Steel's fully erect penis. The turgid organ which swayed from the groin of the hot-looking Kyrptonian male was something to behold. There was a majesty about it which caused the Irish-American hunk to hold his breath. The cock was absolutely flawless and it was perfectly proportioned to the formidable body of its owner. "Now that's a cock," thought Michael as he looked over the imposing body of the totally nude Man of Steel. "And he's got a nice set of balls too," thought Michael as he gazed at the hefty scrotum which hung beneath the Kryptonian hard on. "This is gonna be a lot of fun; but I better not screw it up."
"Okay faggot. It's my turn. Get your little ass over here and take these clothes off," ordered Michael . "I understand it really turns you on to undress a real man before you suck him off."
"But, don't I need to shower first?" asked the confused Man of Steel, remembering Michael's earlier expression of disgust to Gunnar and Collin about the thought of being blown by a piss covered cocksucker.
"You need to do exactly what I tell you to do, faggot, when I tell you to do it," snapped the Irish-American male as a dark scowl spread across his face.
"I just thought you'd want me to wash up before I came near you. I still have Jerzy's dried piss on me," replied the visibly upset Man of Steel. "I don't want to get your clothes dirty."
"That's very considerate of you, Superman. For a second there I thought you were getting defiant ..."
"No, Never! I'll do whatever you want," interjected the Man of Steel as he frantically tried to win some kind of approval from the handsome Irish hunk. "Where shall I start?" he asked.
"Why don't you start with my shirt," suggested the dominating hunk as he tried to suppress a grin brought on by the Man of Steel's clumsy efforts to get back in his good graces.
Respectfully slipping his fingertips underneath the bottom of Michael's shirt, the apprehensive Superhero began to slowly raise the garment and expose the flesh of the man he would soon be servicing.
"This guy is definitely in shape," marveled the Man of Steel to himself as he caught his first glimpse of naked male flesh. While the sides of his newest overseer's abdomen were smooth, the center of the Irish stud's firm stomach, starting right at the navel was covered with a nice growth of luxuriant, dark hair. This forest of adult male body hair continued upwards, dense in the center, but thinning as the rich carpet spread outwards and reached his ribs. As more and more of the hot Irish male's body came into view, the Man of Steel could see that the hair forest had undergone a massive growth spurt, overrunning the hunk's muscular, well-formed pecs; and exploding upwards over his collar bone, until it came to an abrupt stop at the bottom of the handsome stud's neck.
As he lifted Michael's shirt even higher, Superman's attention was drawn to the thick, masculine neck of this hot looking man. As the top of the stud's neck was totally exposed and the baseline of his jaw came into view, the classic permanent five o'clock shadow caused by the Irish hunk's dense beard came into view. As few seconds later, after a hair mussing final tug, the entire upper torso of the real male Superman would soon be sucking off, came into view.
"You can toss that shirt into the middle of the room," said Michael as he watched the Man of Steel's eyes sweep over his bare upper torso.
"Go ahead; you can touch me," said the hunky Irish stud in a voice that definitely carried the tone of an order. "I saw you staring at my chest. You can check it out. I know that you're dying to do it. Go ahead," he said firmly.
The ever eager to please Man of Steel gingerly extended his arms and began to run his finger tips through the dark forest that grew atop O'Bannion's firm pectoral hills.
"Why don't you try a taste?" asked the dark haired hunk as he reached his right hand around behind Superman's head, and dragged the Man of Steel's face forward until his lips were mashed against the Irish hunk's hairy left teat. "Suck on that tit, fag boy. Get a taste of a real man. Come on baby. Let me feel those lips and that tongue of yours."
As he felt the Superhero begin to suckle his hardening nipple, the Irish stud smiled broadly. "This is going just great." he thought as he gripped both of his hands on Superman's head and moved the nipple nursing hunk's head over to his right breast. "Don't forget this one, my little fairy friend. If you think they taste good, wait `til you get your tongue wrapped around my dick!" he said laughingly as he allowed the obedient chest slobbering Man of Steel to nurse away for close to a minute.
"Okay, buddy. It's time to complete the unveiling," exclaimed Michael as he placed his hands on the Superhunk's shoulder's and began to press downward. Obediently, but reluctantly stopping his oral adoration of the hairy stud's chest, the Luthor organization's champion cocksucker, par excellence, rapidly assumed the classic position of a lowly cocksucker -- on his knees; his back straight; and his eyes anxiously looking upwards, waiting for a sign from a superior male that the cocksucker could begin to defile his mouth on another man's cock.
"It's a bit early for that Superman. Don't worry; you'll be chowing down on my dick soon enough. All that you're going to do right now is to complete the unveiling.
You can start with my shoes and socks and then proceed to the jeans. See how fast you can take them off. Leave the underwear `til last. I'll let you know when you can take them off.
For the first time since he began his new life as a suck slave for Lex Luthor and his henchmen, the Man of Steel employed his amazing superpowers to assist in undressing the hot, hairy, Irish stud. Michael watched in utter amazement as his shoes and socks were removed within a few seconds along with his tight denim jeans. In less than five seconds, the tall thirty year old stud had been stripped down to his underwear. Only a thin cotton barrier separated Superman from the organ that would soon temporarily satiate his perpetual craving for a warm load of sperm-laden jizz.
Even though Michael had witnessed Superman's shameless and degrading act of submission to Jerzy Pilsudski earlier that day, the hairy chested Irish stud was still fascinated by the look of hunger and reverential expectation on the Man of Steel's face as Superman knelt transfixed in front of his underwear-covered genitalia.
"See something ya like, Superman?" Michael asked as he triumphantly placed his hands on his hips.
"Yes. Yes I do!" replied the Man of Steel as he activated his x-ray vision and carefully examined the thick reproductive organ nestled in the center of its dark pubic forest.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" ask the Irish-American hunk. "Take a look at it. You know you want too."
"I am. I am. I can see it. It's beautiful" said the mesmerized Superhero forgetting that he was examining Michael's meat through the fabric.
"Ah, man; that's cheating!" laughed Michael. "Shut those fucking eyes off, and take off my god damn underwear," he commanded. "Looks like Gunnar isn't the only guy around here who going to have to invest in some lead lined shorts," chuckled the hairy Irish stud as he reached over; seized Superman's hands; and hooked them into the waistband of his shorts. "Take them down!"
The obedient cock-craving Superhero smiled; looked upwards into the face of the hot stud who towered over him; lewdly licked his lips; and began to tug the garment downwards. Moments later the hot looking specimen of Irish-American manhood stood fully naked and semi-erect before the Luthor organization's kneeling male whore.
After letting the Man of Steel feast his eyes on his firm, hairy body, the proud Irish hunk grabbed his own cock, shook it in Superman's face, and announced "this is for later. Right now we have to clean you up. Get up! Up! You heard me. The key word in that sentence is `up' Stand up, cocksucker. You ain't blowing me until we get that dried piss off of you."
A short while later the Man of Steel was in the large shower stall, covered in lather, and scrubbing the last traces of Jerzy's urine from his magnificent body.
While the hot looking Kryptonian hunk was in the process of rinsing the shampoo out of his hair, he suddenly became aware of the presence of a second person inside the shower stall with him. A moment later that second person began to touch him.
"What the hell are you doing?" shouted the startled Man of Steel as it dawned on him that the naked Irish-American hunk had entered the shower; picked up a bar of soap; and begun to gently rub it across the back of Superman's shoulders.
Stung by the tone of Superman's reaction, the dark haired hunk slammed the bar of soap back into its dish and exploded in anger. "If you ever challenge my authority, or question my actions again, I'll drag your fairy ass before Lex himself!" Michael growled angrily as he turned the soaking wet Kryptonian hunk around; put his hand around Superman's throat; shoved the Man of Steel backwards and glared. "Do I make myself clear, Superman? Is that what I have to do?" demanded Michael as he shoved his face right up into that of the clearly distressed Man of Steel.
"Noooooo, please don't do that" wailed Superman, his mind filled with horrific memories of the night of his final breaking when he had been brutally fist-fucked by Wu.
At that horrible moment six years ago the Man of Steel had come to the realization that his very existence depended upon complete and unquestioning submission to the demands of Lex Luthor and his men. And now, six years later, he was foolishly put it all at risk by questioning the authority of one of his overseers.
"Please! Please! I'll do anything you want; anything," sobbed the Man of Steel as he fell to his knees before Michael; wrapped his arms around the thirty year old's legs and begged "Please give me another chance; please. I won't do it again. Whatever you want ... Just do it. Please ..." he continued as his voice trailed off to an inaudible whisper.
The wet, hairy stud just stood their under the shower and stared down silently at the sobbing Superhero for several minutes as Superman continued to grovel at his feet and beg for forgiveness. After what seemed to be an eternity to the distraught Man of Steel, Michael finally spoke. "I'm going to give you one more chance, Superman. But that is it. No more acts of defiance; not more acts of disobedience. I've let you slide several times today. I've overlooked acts of disobedience by you that no one else in this organization would tolerate. I have been more than fair to you. But I have reached the end of my rope. I have run out of patience. . You are now on notice -- one more act of brazen disrespect, and I go to Lex."
"I, I, I won't do it again," said the red-eyed Man of Steel as he looked up at Michael. "I'll ..."
"Shush," interrupted Michael as me put his finger to his mouth. "No more talking. We'll start all over again. Just stand up; rinse off; get out of the shower; and dry yourself."
"I won't disobey ..."replied Superman before he was cut off once again by Michael.
"No more talking. Just do what I say," said the Irish-American stud as he extended a hand to the Man of Steel and gently led him off of his knees. "Now, get that soap off of you and then towel off," continued the dark haired, handsome hunk as he stepped out from under the shower, grabbed a towel and began dry himself.
It was a very apprehensive Man of Steel who quickly rinsed off, shut off the shower, and began to obediently rub a large bath towel all over his body. Even though he was deeply distressed at having been so severely chastised by his new overseer, Superman couldn't take his eyes of the Irish stud as he dried himself off. The Kryptonian hunk paid particular attention to the seemingly inordinate amount of time that hairy chested hunk spent drying his crotch area. The cock-craving Man of Steel was almost transfixed as he watched Michael's slightly turgid cock bounce around in response to the thorough toweling it was getting. As the proud organ flopped around, the Superhero felt his own penis begin to stir.
Superman's cock-induced trance was abruptly ended by the booming voice of the Irish-American hunk who had been carefully watching the Man of Steel's reaction to seeing his hot, muscular body. "The sooner you get over here the sooner you'll be able suck on this," said Michael in a forgiving tone, totally amused at the attention Superman was paying to his cock. "Come on baby. Get over here."
Encouraged by the new tone in Michael's voice, and determined to do whatever it took to get even the slightest sign of approval from him, the Man of Steel tossed aside his towel and moved forward. A few steps later the Luthor organization's prized cocksucker was standing in front the man he was anxious to fellate. Fixing his eyes on the organ he was determined to service with all of his skill, the Man of Steel awaited his newest master's next command.
Seeing where the Man of Steel was focused, Michael said "Not yet, Superman. I said before that we were going to start over. I mean to begin where we left off in the shower. So let's get started. Turn around. I want your back to me."
After silently resolving to avoid displeasing the hot looking thirty year old male again, the disappointed Man of Steel immediately obeyed. A few seconds later the Man of Steel once again felt Michael's right hand begin to softly massage his shoulders; only this time there was no bar of soap. A second or two later Michael's left hand joined the fray and slowly moved across the full length of Superman's shoulders and upwards onto the back of his neck. Soon Michael was sliding his hands effortlessly across the magnificent shoulder musculature of the Kryptonian hunk while his fingers gently kneaded the formidable shoulder muscles of the virtually indestructible Man of Steel.
After Michael's fingertips had massaged Superman's powerful neck muscles for close to ten minutes, the Irish-American stud finally began to detect the first signs of relaxation from the Man of Steel, as some of Superman's nervous tension began to dissipate. Bringing his mouth up to the handsome Kryptonian hunk's ear, the Irish male quietly whispered, "See, this isn't so terrible is it? It feels kind of good, doesn't it Superman?
"Yes it does," replied Superman as he realized that obeying Lex's newest, though somewhat unorthodox, henchman was making Michael happy. The Man of Steel was also beginning to actually enjoy the skilled Irish-American's deliberate exploration of his muscles. No one had ever explored his body in this sensual way. It actually felt good, and all he had to do to please this newest master was to acquiesce to it.
As Michael felt the tension leaving Superman's body, the emboldened hunk expanded the scope of his exploration of the Superhero by slowly moving his hands up and over the Man of Steel's shoulders and then gradually extending them downwards across the Kryptonian hunk's stunning pectoral slabs. Coming into contact with the formidable Superhero's nipples, Michael's massage evolved into a kind of caress as he playfully teased each man teat with his thumbs causing them to harden while eliciting a low groan from the increasingly turned-on Man of Steel.
"It feels good to obey me, doesn't it?" observed the Irish-American thirty year old as he increased his pectoral and nipple manipulations in response to the Man of Steel's groan.
"Oh, yes. Yes it does. This feels so good. It's so different ..." he said as he continued to yield to Michael's stimulating fingers.
"You like surrendering your body to me, don't you, Superman?" asked Michael as me moved his left hand from Superman's chest and allowed it to slide in an arc downwards over the Man of Steel's rib cage and across his waist until it came to a stop on the underside of the left cheek of the Kryptonian hunk's firm buttocks.
"Yessssssss," answered the Man of Steel as the continuing stimulation of his right breast and nipple was joined by a tender caress of his buttocks.
"You have a very nice ass, Superman," said Michael as his left hand filled itself with the firm flesh of the Kryptonian's butt cheek and squeezed. "A really nice ass."
As Michael's left hand released its grip of Superman's butt cheek and began to explore the entire surface area of the Superhero's flawless buttocks, the Irish-American's right hand began a slow descent downward from the Man of Steel's pecs across Superman's firm stomach, lingering along the way to more thoroughly examine the various male flesh features of the Kryptonian landscape across which it was traveling.
While Michael's two hands were leisurely exploring the Man of Steel's magnificent body, Superman felt the Irish hunk's nose nuzzle under his left ear. A few seconds later the Superhero's left ear lobe was gently snagged by Michael's teeth. Before the increasingly stimulated hunk could fully comprehend what was happening to him, Superman felt a warm male tongue begin to invade his ear. A low groan of pleasure immediately escaped from the Man of Steel.
The sensations of pleasure Superman was getting from the probing tongue were soon joined by the familiar feeling of a rigid male organ wedging itself in between the two splendid globes of Superman's ass. Upon the detection of the hard cock, the cum-addicted pleasure centers of the Man of Steel's brain began to kick in, secure in the knowledge that where there was a hard on there was also semen. The groans emanating from Luthor's suck whore grew louder as he continued to fall deeper and deeper into the sensual embrace of the dominating thirty year old.
A broad smile broke across Michael's face as he felt the superhuman object of his desire succumb to the sensual assault he was launching against the Man of Steel. "This is going a lot better than I expected," mused Michael silently to himself as he removed his left hand from Superman's thoroughly explored buttocks and had it join his right hand which had just finished probing the Man of Steel's navel.
The lusting Irish-American stud increased the intensity of his lingual invasion of Superman's ear; wedged the length of his cock firmly inside of the valley between the Man of Steel's butt cheeks; pressed his muscular, hairy chest up against the Superhero's back; and started both of his hands on an excruciatingly slow journey southwards towards his final objective -- Superman's rigid, alabaster cock, and his hefty set of balls.
Overcome by sensations of pleasure and tenderness never before experienced by the Man of Steel, Luthor's cockslave twisted, squirmed and moaned as the lusting Irishman took complete control of his body. This was a totally new form of sensual pleasure for the Man of Steel and it was one that he was in no position to resist.
Meanwhile in the nether region below Superman's navel, Michael's right hand had taken the lead in following the Man of Steel's treasure trail south towards the dark Kryptonian forest which surrounded the flawless obelisk of superhuman maleness. Not to be upstaged by its counterpart, Michael's left hand took a circuitous route around the dark pubic jungle; skirted across Superman's left thigh and reached the twin sperm production centers safely nestled in their roomy scrotumnal sanctuary.
A low "aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh," escaped from the Man of Steel's lips as he felt his pendulous nuts being lifted ever so slightly by his new overseer's hand. That first "aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh" was followed by a second and louder one as Michael's right hand finally achieved its long sought objective -- the thick base of the fully erect Kryptonian cock.
The instant his finger tips reached the base of the extraordinary hunks's stiff reproductive organ, Michael opened his hand and swiftly encircled and captured this long sought after prize.
"Yessssss" hissed the lusting Irish-American stud as he closed his hand around the mighty Kryptonian rod of masculinity and felt its heat and firmness. Michael had often fantasized about this moment, but never in his wildest dreams had he thought that he would actually be able to pull off this incredible coup. The adamantine cock of the world's only Superhero, the cock he had yearned to touch for years, was now completely at his disposal. And there was nothing that the nefarious Lex could do, and nothing that the submissive Superman would do, to stop the dark haired hunk from manipulating that magnificent piece of male plumbing until it gave up its load of pure, exquisite, unadulterated, sperm-laden semen.
By this time the Man of Steel had totally ceded control over his body to the determined Irish hunk. Superman's eyes were half closed; his mouth was open; his breathing was becoming quick and shallow; and intermittent moans were forming in his throat. The Kryptonian stud's hands, acting as if they had a will of their own, worked their way over Michael's arms and closed in on the firm ass of the stud who was giving the Man of Steel such pleasure. Once in contact with the Irish-American's firm buttocks, Superman's mighty hands began to exert the slightest of pressure against Michael's cheeks; a combination of massage and gentle force which nudged the hot thirty year old hunk forward and wedged even more of the underside of his erection in between the Man of Steel's cheeks.
As Michael's cock-gripping fist began its first journey upwards along the Man of Steel's flawless organ, the Irish-American hunk was in such a state of lust that it didn't even register in his mind that the Man of Steel's act of caressing of Michael's ass was unilateral and without permission. Feeling his own cock getting squeezed in between Superman's cheeks only increased his arousal and encouraged him onward in his exploration of the completely rigid Kryptonian boner.
Midway in his right hand's slow upward exploration of the Man of Steel's straining cock, Michael's fingers detected a familiar dampness. The horny stud from Kyrpton was leaking pre-cum! Without even thinking about it, Michael's left hand immediately abandoned its exploration of Superman's hefty nut sack and swiftly zeroed in on the source of the liquid -- the gaping urethra at the very top of the harder-than-steel Kryptonian cock.
Swiping his index finger across the shimmering surface of the fluid filled lake, Michael snagged a large dollop of the sticky lubricating fluid and immediately plunged the pre-cum anointed finger into his mouth where it was greedily enveloped by the Irish-American's tongue.
A loud groan immediately escaped from the thirty year old hunk as he savored his first taste of this forbidden nectar. Blinded by a craving to taste more of the rare and precious honey, and oblivious to the risk of being discovered by the Man of Steel, Michael's finger made four more rapid trips to the leaking monolithic male pillar in order to scoop up and devour as much of the Superhero's preejaculatory penile secretions as possible.
Driven to new heights of wantonness by his first taste of the studly Superhero, the Irish hunk abandoned his plan to work his hand slowly upwards along the hard alabaster shaft, and instead began to vigorously masturbate the Man of Steel while simultaneously sliding his hard Irish-American cock in between the crevice of Superman's perfectly sculptured ass.
Lost in his own state of bliss, the Man of Steel was completely oblivious to Michael's pre-cum, feeding frenzy. Not used to having his body so skillfully explored and manipulated, Michael's hand's visit to his leaking cock didn't even register on Superman. The only thing Superman knew was that the skilled Irish hunk was giving him sensations of pleasure which he had never experienced before.
While Luthor's lusting henchman's right hand was determinedly stroking Superman's turgid tower of flesh, Michael's other hand was rapidly exploring the entire surface area of the Man of Steel's beautiful body, from his pendulous testicles; across his firm stomach; around his erect nipples; over his powerful pectoral slabs, around his neck; across his face; and deep into his thick head of hair. Michael's hand even glided over the lips of the Man of Steel, pausing occasionally to thrust a finger inside of the mouth of the Superhero, where it was dutifully serviced by the skilled mouth and lips of the Luthor organization's prize cocksucker.
"You like this baby, don't ya?" hissed the hairy chested thirty year old stud as he humped, fondled, licked and masturbated the Luthor organization's whore. "Daddy's making his little boy feel good isn't he, Superman?" whispered the horny male as his hand continued to forcefully stroke the Man of Steel's engorged organ.
"Yesssssssssssss," groaned the panting Superhero as he began fucking Michael's hand in a counter thrusting pattern to the Irish-American's strokes.
"Are you almost ready to shot a nice big load for daddy?" asked the panting henchman as he felt the formidable Kryptonian cock stab desperately in and out of his clenching hand.
"Oh, yes, daddy, yesssssss" came the almost incoherent reply from the fist-humping Superhero. "I'm almost there. This feels so fucking goooooooood!"
"Then do it baby, do it!" gasped the hot Irish stud as his left hand joined his right in forming a double handed fuck sleeve for the rutting stud from Krypton.
Two minutes later the frantically humping body of the Man of Steel convulsed and shook as it was wracked by a tremendous orgasmic explosion as Superhero went over the edge and began ejaculating long streams of gooey mansauce from his mighty reproductive rod.
At the first sign of Superman's orgasm, the lust-crazed Irish-American stud took his left hand off of the Man of Steel's cock and placed it directly in front of the cum-spewing organ, just in time to catch the full force of the second seminal blast as it shot out from the erupting super cock.. After the second and third blasts of semen had plastered the palm of his hand, the handsome thirty year old Irish stud snatched it away and plopped the whole gooey mass of Kryptonian cum right in his mouth. As the Irish hunk's taste buds were transmitting the flavor of the Man of Steel's jizz to Michael's brain, Michael's hand had already returned phallic cannon in time to capture the fifth and final of Superman's voluminous seminal discharges. This load of sperm rich Kryptonian mansauce was also rapidly deposited into the mouth of Lex's newest henchmen.
Determined to capture as much of the precious seminal fluid as possible, the skilled dark haired stud began to milk the Man of Steel's slowly deflating clock with his right hand, starting at the hair enshrouded base of the proud organ. After a half dozen or so slow controlled squeezes the seemingly cum-obsessed henchmen had extracted every last drop of Kryptonian semen from the hefty organ. These last droplets also were captured by Michael's left hand and quickly transported up to his waiting tongue.
Sucked into a state of pure bliss by a vortex of extreme pleasure, the Luthor organization's pet cocksucker was completely unaware of the mind-bogging act of cum swallowing that was being done by the hot male who had just jerked him off. For a henchman of Lex Luthor to eat Superman's cum was simply beyond comprehension. It was unfathomable. It violated the most fundamental rules of the Luthor organization.
While the serenely oblivious Man of Steel basked in the afterglow of the orgasm, the eager tongue of his disloyal masturbator was busily scouring Michael's hand in a frantic effort to capture every last trace of the Kryptonian semen in which it had bathed. Once he was satisfied that all of the priceless fluid had been removed from his hand and transferred into his mouth, the beaming Irish-American hunk slid his ready to explode cock from where it was nestled in between Superman's ass cheeks; released his grip on the splendid reproductive organ he had just milked, and whispered into Superman's ear, "I told you that you would like surrendering your body to me, didn't I? Aren't you sorry that you gave me such a raft of shit before?
"Yes," came the soft reply from the blissful Superhero.
"Did you like what just happened, Superman?" Michael asked as he began to turn the powerful body of the Man of Steel around to face him.
"Oh, yes. It was incredible" came the reply.
"Would you like me to do that again some time?" asked the Irish hunk as he gripped the chin of the Man of Steel and intensely looked into his eyes.
"Yes" replied Superman as he looked with awe to the eyes of the male who had just given him so much pleasure.
"And are we going to tell anyone about this, ever?"
"No, never," vowed the Man of Steel as it dawned on him that telling someone might jeopardize his chances of ever experiencing that again.
"And why aren't we going to tell anyone?"
"Because you told me not to tell."
"Very good, Superman," replied Michael, as he brought his hand up to Superman's face and gently stroked it..
"I will always take care of you, along with your very special needs," continued the forceful stud in very reassuring tones. "Like for instance ...." Michael continued as he broke off contact with Superman's eyes and stared downwards towards his own stiff cock.
"All right!" replied the Man of Steel as a broad smile swept across his face. Rapidly dropping to his knees, the eager to please, cock slut of the Luthor organization gripped the base of the aching for release cock; opened his mouth; and swallowed Michael's entire dick in one astonishingly fast move.
"Oh, fuck! Damn it! Shit!" yelled the Irish stud as his cock instantly ejaculated the moment it plunged into the Man of Steel's dick-clenching throat. "Aaaaaaaah, fuck! Damn, I couldn't hold off," he panted as his thick Irish fuckpump hosed Superman's throat with its rich, gooey load.
Grabbing the Man of Steel's head to steady himself, the lust-driven thirty year just held on as load after load of the fluid Superman craved shot out of his cock and hurled down the throat of the cocksucking Superhero.
Surprised at the speed at which Michael had erupted, and disappointed that he hadn't been given the opportunity to fully demonstrate his extraordinary cocksucking skills for his new overseer, the Man of Steel nevertheless greedily swallowed every drop of the Irish stud's precious reproductive fluid. As Superman wrapped his lips tightly around the base of the Irishman's thick cock and extracted the last droplets of his man juice, this last son of Krypton silently vowed to give this hairy stud the best blowjob he'd ever received the next time the Man of Steel was allowed the privilege of sucking him off.
After he had totally cleaned the last vestiges of semen from Michael's cock, the Man of Steel reluctantly released the organ; sat back on his haunches; and gazed upwards across the splendid body of the hairy hunk who stood god-like over him. Catching the Irish stud's eye, the grateful Man of Steel bent forward; reverently kissed Michael's cock on the head; and whispered "thank you."