The following story is the second 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.
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It was almost dawn before Superman groggily awoke from his kryptonite induced sleep. He was exactly where Lex Luthor and his henchmen had left him the night before -- lying naked on his back on the cement floor of the old vault with his powerful legs splayed apart. A small puddle of his own supercum had formed on his abdomen where it had leaked out of his until then virginal cock after he had been tricked into spewing his load by the evil Lex. Superman's head was pounding from the after effects of the red and green kryptonite concoction that he had been forced to inhale in order to save his life.
Lying around him on the floor were several dozen luridly detailed Polaroid pictures of the degradation he had undergone the previous evening, including one showing his Kryptonian phallus at full mast spewing its first ever load of supercum while Superman nursed away on Lex Luthor's hard cock. The picture had been very carefully shot so as to hide the face of the man whose dick was buried inside of the superhero's mouth. It was all part of Lex's well thought out plan to turn the heart throb of millions of women into a semen receptor. Anyone looking at the picture would instantly conclude that the Man of Steel was a confirmed, dedicated, and obviously excited cocksucker.
And there were others. A closeup shot of the Superhero, his mouth crammed full of hard cock, looking upwards into the grinning face of the horny Hispanic hunk who deflowered him, the 22 year old stud named Tony. And an even more damning shot of Tony's strong hands caressing Superman's cheeks and rubbing his face as the Man of Steel slobbered all over Tony's erect penis while Superman's own cock stuck out stiffly in the air in apparent appreciation of the meat he was eating. Again, the fact that the superhero's hardon had been induced was never revealed in the damning picture. One look at the Polaroid would convince even the most cynical observer that the Man of Steel was also a superfag in heat!
As the naked and confused superhunk stumbled around the old vault picking up the incriminating photographs of his debut as a cocksucker he struggled desperately to reconstruct the events from the night before. With his memory still somewhat of a blur as to exactly what had transpired, the lurid pictures he continued to examine had the diabolical effect "clarifying" the events of that evening -- exactly the effect that Luthor had hoped for. The dozens of graphically explicit photographs of him giving head to scores of lusty males while sprouting a seemingly proud hardon helped to fill in the blanks of Superman's kryptonite-clouded memory. While the thought of sucking a cock disgusted him beyond measure and went against every fiber of Superman's core, the pictures seemed to tell another story. He was totally confused
After picking up the last of the vile snapshots of his night of degradation -- an appalling mid-air picture of a large load of cum leaping from the ejaculating rod of a street gang member named Jerome and landing onto the extended tongue of the opened mouth Man of Steel -- the naked superstud began searching for his familiar red and blue suit. He had no memory as to how he had lost it, but knew that wearing it would make his flight from the hated vault a hell of lot easier. A quick scan of the area with his x-vision revealed the crumbled suit lying behind an old filing cabinet; exactly where his rapists had tossed it the night before.
As the nude superhunk picked up his indestructible suit, he felt an envelope stuffed inside its left sleeve. It was addressed to "Krypton's Greatest Cocksucker." Though still a bit groggy he tore it open and incinerated the offending envelope with a rage-driven blast of his heat vision that was so powerful it melted several inches of the vault's cement floor. Tossing aside his suit, the increasingly angry superhero began to read.
"Dear Superfag, I know that you are probably really pissed off by now. I really don't know why, but they say that displaced anger is often a characteristic of someone who is in deep denial. Hey don't blame me. I won't condemn you for being a cocksucker. Hell, Lois loves to suck my cock, and you love to suck my cock. If I can't condemn her, I surely cannot condemn you. Look, asshole, I did you a favor last night. I helped you discover your true self! You may try to deny it, but as the old saying goes, a picture is worth a thousand words. And from the stiffness of that rod you are sprouting in all those hot pictures while gobbling all that stiff manmeat, I think it is safe to say that you are a cocksucker. And speaking of thousands, those couple dozen Polaroids of your faggot self going down on lots of hot studs, are a tiny, itsy, bitsy sample of the thousands of still shots, and reams of video tape and film that we have of your coming out party, so to speak! Yup, my friend, I have enough footage of you gobbling dick to give every guy in San Francisco a lifetime of hardons. Right now they are safely tucked away in secret places in at least three continents. However, with a single word from me they could show up in video stores, magazines, Internet newsgroups, tabloids, movie theaters and television talk shows all over the world. Now while I'd never condemn you for being a dickhound, I'm not so sure if the rest of the world have the same live and let live attitude. We really do need to discuss your sexual awakening and the impact that it, and the pictures of it happening, will have on our relationship. Let say we meet again 7:00 pm in three days. We'll tell you were one-half hour before. I believe that we can have a mutually satisfying get together. Lex"
The stunned and bewildered superstud just stood there naked, reading and rereading Luthor's blackmail letter trying to comprehend its full meaning, oblivious to the tiny lens that was recording and transmitting the scene of his agony back to the secret command center of Luther's criminal enterprises.
"Hey, our little fag to be seems a bit confused this morning, doesn't he Tony?" sneered Lex as he and the 22 year old Hispanic who had deflowered Superman's up til then virginal mouth, watched the scene inside of the vault as the crestfallen superhero struggled to deal with Lex's letter.
"Yes sir, Mr. Luthor, I think we got ourselves one fucked up superhero," laughed Tony as he lazily rubbed his crotch. "Man that bastard can sure suck cock," he continued. "I guess if your plan works out, he'll be sucking a lot more of it, huh?"
"That's right my friend. By the time I finish with Superman, that "S" on his outfit will be replaced with a pair of lips on a rainbow flag background. And his day won't be complete until he's wrapped his lips around a cock and swallowed a hot load of fresh from the balls goo. Damn I'm good!" smirked the superhero's archenemy.
"You did remember to take care of his suit, right Tony?" asked Luthor as he watched Superman pick up his crumbled suit and begin to get into it.
"Oh, yes. I followed your instructions completely. I had a small amount of red kryptonite pulverized, re-pulverized and ground into the consistency of the finest powders. I then sprayed the inside of his suit with an ultrafine mist of that red dust while Superfag was blowing that construction worker who insisted on dumping two loads in a row down the fag's throat. He'll never notice it," continued the Hispanic stud whose dick was hardening as he recalled Superman's degradation.
"Excellent," said Luthor, as he watched the oblivious superhero don the red kryptonite laced garment. "You're right, he doesn't have a clue. That slight amount should be just enough to keep him off balance. Not enough for him to notice it, but enough to make the difference when we get together for his second feeding session. He is an asshole," observed Luthor as the hidden lens recorded his supervictim's exit from the vault.
"Make certain that the guys are ready for their next session with Superfag. Remember, no sex for three days. I want full loads for that cocksucker. Tell them to take cold showers in the meanwhile," chuckled Luthor.
For the next three days Superman stayed out of sight, shut up inside and alone. For the first time in memory Clark Kent called in sick at the Daily Planet, to the amazement of the everyone except Lois Lane. She could barely contain herself as she snuck out of the building to enjoy a long session of laughter and to report Clark's absence to her lover Lex.
For three days the confused and despondent son of Krypton tried to make sense of that terrible night. His memory of that night was unclear, and the graphic pictures of himself on his knees, sprouting a hardon, while sucking another man's dick kept leading him in a direction that he did not want to go. And to reinforce those images the ruthless Luthor had arranged for daily shipments of envelopes to be delivered to Clark Kent's apartment -- envelopes filled with damning photographic images of the superhero's long night of cocksucking. The subtle personality and perceptional changes that the insidious red kryptonite embedded in his suit was triggering made lucid thought impossible. Even his sleep was violated by recurring images of hard cocks sprouting from hairy crotches advancing relentlessly towards, and then passing through, his unresisting lips to deposit their warm loads of sperm-laden semen down his throat or onto his tongue.
For the first time in his life Superman had no plan of action prepared when he received the dreaded telephone call at 6:30 on the evening of the third day. Luthor and his henchmen would be waiting for the Man of Steel in an abandoned mine tunnel approximately 150 miles away from Metropolis. He left immediately as instructed by his rapists, still uncertain as to how to deal with the blackmail scheme that he saw unfolding.
Flying directly into the mine tunnel with his x-ray vision at full power, the Man of Steel instantly detected Lex and a gang of cohorts approximately 300 feet below the surface. Unlike the night of forced fellatio, there was no lead shielding anywhere in the complex and no signs of the lethal green kryptonite. At least one thing was going right for him.
As the superhero entered the chamber housing Lex and his gang, he was startled to see dozens of large screen projection televisions showing ghastly videos of him naked, on his knees, sucking the sixty one cocks that had penetrated his lips three nights earlier. There were also five three dimensional holographic images of him giving head along with a huge photograph of his supercock ejaculating hot, spunky supercum while his face was impaled on Lex's turgid shaft. The scene actually was making him dizzy.
"Welcome to Cockland, Superfag," proclaimed the mocking voice of Lex, as he watched his supernemesis stagger before the overwhelming images of his night of shame. "We're glad you decided to join us tonight," he continued. "We have a lot of hot studs who are just aching for a chance to spray paint your tonsils with hot dicksauce! I think we even have enough meat to satisfy a Superhomo like you, right boys?" asked Luthor. A defining roar of "yes" immediately sounded in Superman's ears.
"That fucking asshole really doesn't have a clue," chuckled Luthor as he leaned over to one of the veterans from Superman's deflowering. "This room is filled with the gases thrown off from heating red kryptonite. This cocksucker's lungs are filled with it. I don't think he'll give us any trouble tonight."
"Hey Mark, Rob, Antonio. Help our fag friend here get ready for the party. He looks a little overwhelmed with all these videos of his performance. Help him out," directed Lex.
The now totally disoriented Superhero just stood there as the two strong construction workers and street punk walked up to him and began to remove his famous cape and suit. The street punk Antonio thrust his hands inside of Superman's tights and began a nonstop assault on his supercock, while Rob and Mark systematically stripped the superstud of his outfit. The confused superhero's feeble protests to "stop" went unheeded as the skilled street punk stroked his cock and played with his balls while his cape, boots, tights and shirt were pulled off of his magnificent body. By the time Mark and Rob had finished, and Antonio had removed his hands, the totally exposed and dazed superhero was sprouting a full-masted Kryptonian boner.
"I can see by the rod you're sprouting that you've finally accepted that fact that you are faggot," declared Luthor as he pointed o the hand-induced boner that was sticking out of his supercaptive's crotch. "That's very good," continued Luthor as he fought to keep from smirking. "There was a heavy wall of denial that we had to break through in order to help you understand your true nature and your true needs. There are still a few remnants of your old hangup locked inside of that skull of yours, but don't worry after tonight they'll all be gone. Yup, tonight, my friend, we'll eliminate the last of those hangups. Tony! Front and center!"
As he was processing Luthor's words, the stupefied Superstud watched as a grinning Hispanic male in his early 20's emerged from the sea of males and stood a few feet in front of him.
"Remember Tony," asked Lex. "Remember how much you enjoyed it when those supertastebuds first met his hard dick? Remember how completely natural you felt when you were kneeling in front of him sucking his cock? Remember the hardon you got when he let you put his dick in your mouth? Will you ever be able to forget how proud you were when he let you deep throat him and you felt his balls resting on your chin? Do you remember how honored you felt when he shot his wad of hot, white stud juice across your face and into your eyes? Or the sheer bliss you experienced when Tony allowed you to take the rest of his load into your unworthy mouth? Will you ever be able to forget how hard your dick got when you got that first taste of cum? I didn't think so. Well, my cocksucking friend, we have a real treat for you tonight. Tony hasn't shot a load in three days. He's been saving it all for you. And tonight he's gonna let you have every fucking drop of his cum, fresh from the tap. Isn't that right Tony? asked Luthor.
""That's right, Mr. Luthor," said the sly Hispanic who had given Superman his first taste of cock. "I got a load in these balls just waiting for an elevator trip down into Superman's stomach. Come on over here baby," Tony continued as he stared directly into Superman's eyes. I got something for you."
"Go ahead Superman," commanded Luthor. "Tonight we're going to teach you the correct way to take care of a man. Go on. Go for it."
With his judgement still terribly clouded by the nefarious red kryptonite, coupled with an almost imperceptible nudge from behind by the sneaky punk Antonio, the hardon sprouting Man of Steel felt himself walking slowing towards the grinning Hispanic stud.
"That's right man. It's waiting for you," whispered Tony as the superhero came to a stop directly in front of him. "Don't worry, I'll talk you through it. Nothing turns us straight guys on more than when one of you fags drops to your knees in front of us and fishes our dicks outta our pants. It turns us on to see you yield your manhood to ours. To acknowledge us as the superior male while you assume the position of the subservient female. So how about dropping to your knees my super cocksucker. The quicker you get on your knees the sooner you'll be able to wrap those superlips around my big dick. Come on baby, kneel," whispered the gleeful Latin hunk.
At the word "kneel" the Man of Steel, heart throb of women across the planet, and the epitome of maleness, felt his knees buckle and watched as Tony's torso passed by his eyes as he was drawn irresistibly towards the floor. Just like he had knelt on that first night, only this time no one was shoving him downwards. He was doing it on his own.
"Go for it, baby," urged Tony as Superman's knees met the floor. "You're gonna be doing this for the rest of your life, so you might as well do it right. Take it out. We straight guys ain't gonna do it for you. Besides, we know that it really turns you faggots on to be allowed the honor of fishing out the dick of a real man. Go ahead, sweet lips, take it out. That's right." Tony continued as he watched the hand of the confused Man of Steel clasp the tab on his zipper. "Show us all how much you need what's inside of these pants. Come on cocksucker, keep on going," smiled Tony as he stared down in triumph into the face of the subservient Man of Steel.
Once again Superman found himself kneeling naked in front of the man whose dick had stolen his virginity. Only this time no one was holding him down or forcing him to do anything. This time it was his hands who moved to the top of the bulging fly of the hot stud standing over him. It was his hands who pulled Tony's zipper all the way down, and it was his hand that entered that open fly and started working on extricating that hot slab of Hispanic cock from its underwear confines. That was his hand that encountered, hot, raw, Latino dickmeat, and it was his hand that pulled the stiff, bullet headed phallus into the open air.
"Ahhhhh, yes! You are a quick learner my faggot friend," moaned Tony as he felt the hand of the super-confused Superstud grab a hold of his meat and pull it out into the open for all to see.
A chorus of "Alright! Yeah! Look at that faggot go! I always knew he was queer wearing that fag outfit. Atta way Tony" erupted from the surrounding crowd of lust-filled males and assaulted Superman's ears as he pulled his Hispanic conqueror's baby maker into the open, just inches from his slowly opening Kryptonian lips.
"Whoa, my maricon friend," laughed Tony, as he stopped the mind-fucked superhero from inserting his hard dick into his mouth. "Not so fast. Look, we all know that you like cock, but us straight guys need to have our fag cocksuckers show their appreciation. Take a close look at the meat before eating it. Yeah, that's right. Take a good look at the reason for your existence. We hetero studs like to be shown gratitude. Why don't you start off with a nice, superkiss? That's right, plant those made for dick lips of yours right on the tip. Ohhhh, that feels so good," groaned Tony as Superman compliantly, repeatedly and gently kissed and nuzzled the head of his incredibly hard penis. "Oh, yes, make love to that dick, man. Treat it right. Show your stud master how much you appreciate it. Ahhhh, that's the way."
Luthor could barely contain himself as his archenemy made love to the Latin cockhead that was pressed up against his lips. "Damn, these pictures are gonna be better that the last set we got," he mused as he watched several of the monitors that were transmitting live footage of Superman's degradation.
Oblivious to the impact of what he had been maneuvered into doing by the diabolical Luthor, the hapless Man of Steel went about fulfilling his Hispanic master's instructions. He felt himself pressing his lips against the hot head of Tony's cock, and then laying a series of passionate kisses on its tip and around its corona. He had some guttural sense that what he was doing was all wrong, but he was simply incapable of resistance.
"That's wonderful my homo friend," Tony exclaimed. "My buddies here are really gonna appreciate it when you try that out on their cocks tonight. As a matter of fact, a bunch of em are gonna be so happy that they'll let you have a second and third helping of their dick."
"So let's get on with your training so that you can give the rest of these horny bastards proper head," chuckled the cocky Latino stud as he twisted his hips and interrupted the Man of Steel's smooch session with his dick. "Now that you've shown proper respect to a real man's dick, it's time to get on with your lesson," he explained as he stared down on the naked prostrate superhero. "Take your faggot hand and get a good grip around the base of my cock," the hot male commanded. "That's right. See how good and natural that feels to have a real man's cock in your hand? Now, open that pretty, made for dick mouth of yours. That's right. Form your lips into a nice round o'," he continued. "Good boy," whispered the beaming stud as he placed his hands on the back of Superman's head and pulled the head of the dream date of millions of women inexorably towards his fully erect hardon.
"Ahhhhhh, yes," moaned Tony as the head of his cock pushed its way past Superman's unresisting lips. "Excellent," he moaned as he freed one hand and began to stroke the face of the confused Man of Steel. "You are a fast learner. Now you know why we straight guys call it head. That is what you have in your pretty little homo mouth," said Tony as he continued to softly pet the cheek of the debased son of Krypton. "Let's clamp those dick lips of yours around the rim of that meat. Let's start sucking it on. Pretend its a nice, big straw. That's right. I like seeing those cheeks of your go concave. It just looks so natural for you," chuckled Tony as he continued to implement Luthor's plan of degradation. "Now, why don't you take that super tongue of yours and give it a real super treat. Start lapping away at my dickhead. Give those Kryptonian tastebuds of yours a treat. Ohhhhhh, shit." groaned the Hispanic stud as he felt Superman's tongue begin its assault on his cockhead.
"Lick all around that head. Rub your faggot tongue underneath it. Yes! Damn that feels great. Go for the piss slit," he urged as he fought to prevent himself from shoving his cock down Superman's throat. "Pretend that you want to get that tongue inside my sperm hole. Go for it! Keep licking and don't stop that suction. This is great! You are going to be one fine cocksucker," declared the horny male as he watched his superslave obey his directives.
As the bewildered superhunk found himself lapping away obediently to the humiliating instructions of his Latino exploiter, his tastebuds detected the unmistakable flavor of a male's precum -- that clear lubricating liquid produced by all cocks when they are subjected to intense stimulation. "This is disgusting and wrong," thought the Man of Steel as his true heterosexual psyche struggled vainly to stop his lips and tongue from performing the repugnant act on the head of Tony's hot penis. But the gaseous red kryptonite continued to do its dirty work; Superman's tongue continued to lap at the leaking cockhead of his dominator; and his tastebuds continued to detect the pure, unadulterated flavor of a rutting male.
"This is fucking great," chortled Luthor as he watched the monitors record each and every moment of Superman's debasement. "These latest shots are unfucking believable," he said as he watched the transmissions of a special camera that one of this henchmen had quietly slide onto the floor between Tony and the dick gobbling superhero. It was a panoramic view looking upwards showing the strong thighs of the kneeling Man of Steel; his heavy balls; his strong, hard, full masted boner; his washboard abdomen; his powerful and muscular chest; and his dick punctured lips. The shot graphically showed the full majesty of the proud 22 year old cock as it formed a natural flesh bridge from Superman's violated mouth to the hairy groin of the proud Hispanic stud. Tony's hairy ballsack, sturdy, hair coated thighs and legs, flat stomach, smooth chest, and beaming face completed the hot picture on the monitor. "I could get several million bucks for this total vision shot alone," mused Luthor as he watched in disbelief as Superman's degradation continued. "With shots like these hanging over his head, we'll have him sucking cock without the help of the red powder."
"You are truly going to be a mui magnifico maricon," laughed Tony. "And now it time for the next lesson," he said as he reluctantly extracted his tingling cockhead from in between Superman's lips. "There is one other act that you must perform in order to truly express your gratitude to a straight stud who has consented to allow you to suck on his dick and swallow his sperm. You must honor these with your mouth," said Tony as he lifted his cock, and began guiding Superman's face towards his hairy testicles. "These produce the sperm for the semen that you crave," he intoned as he felt the kneeling superhunk's lips press against his balls. "Show me how thankful you are."
Once again the powerless to resist superhero felt his lips part and admit the hairy ballsack of his Hispanic controller into his mouth, and once again he felt his tongue begin to explore the entire surface area of his hirsute meal.
"Look at him go for those nuts!" shrieked Luthor as he watched his archnemesis take Tony's entire ballsack into his supermouth. "This is awesome! Fuck! You can see the outline of Tony's balls inside of Superman's cheeks! Holy Shit!!! I can see his tongue moving! Fuck, Tony didn't even have to coach him. He just did it! Unfucking believeable! No one will ever believe that he ain't a faggot after watching this scene," declared Luthor. "This cocksucker is ours!" he yelled as he watched the tongue and ball in cheek action on the screen.
As the unfortunate Man of Steel slobbered away at the hair covered orbs that were stuffed so firmly in his mouth, his brain was assaulted by the terrible images recorded by his senses. In addition to the constant stream of flavor data being transmitted by his defiled tastebuds, his brain was also bombarded by stimuli from his other senses. His powerful sense of smell reported the hot musky odors of the crotch of a male in heat. The skin on his nose and forehead broadcast a constant stream of sensations generated by the hot Hispanic phallus that was so tightly wedged over his nose and firmly against his forehead. And his eyes were filled with images of the dense Hispanic jungle of hair, and the base of the cock that was so proudly wedged against his face. It was as if his entire world had been reduced to a groin, a set of balls, and a hot, hard boner.
"You are a quick learner, my homo friend," observed the leering male as he reveled to the sensations of his superhuman ballbath. "You are truly on your way to being a world class cocksucker," he chuckled. "It is now time for your final exam," declared Tony as he removed his wet scrotum from Superman's mouth. "This is where the real fun starts. And this is where you will get the reward for all of your hard work. Now, let's get those lips back into that o'," the lust filled Hispanic ordered as he thrust the hot head of his erection up against Superman's lips and gripped the back of Superman's head. "Blow me, faggot!" shouted the 22 year old male as he shoved his turgid column of cockmeat into his helpless victim's mouth.
The distressed superhero was stunned by the speed and intensity at which Tony's rod pried apart his ovalled lips, slid across his tongue, and wedged itself deep inside of his throat. Only the collision of Superman's lips with the generously haired groin surrounding the base of Tony's cock, stopped the Latino penis from penetrating any deeper. His nose was buried in cockhair, a large set of balls were lodged against his chin, and strong hands were holding his head -- another magnificent shot for the Superman Cocksucker photographic collection.
Once he had buried his hot boner inside of the vanquished superhero's violated throat, the lust filled Latino stud began gyrating and thrusting his groin up against his captive's mouth. "There ya go, faggot. Is that enough dick for ya? You like having my rod stuck in your throat, don't you? You like servicing a real man, right superpansy? You like having a hot stud fuck your pussy mouth, right?" Tony demanded as he began pistoning his rock hard meat in and out of his captive's throat. "Now play with your cock while I'm letting you blow me," Tony ordered as he assumed a steady fucking cadence across the tongue and into the throat of the dumbfounded heterosexual superhero. "Show the world what really turns you on, cocksucker," ordered Tony as he watched the hand of the disoriented superhunk obediently start to fondle his impressive slab of Kyrptonian manmeat. "That's the way, cocksucker. Keep stroking that meat. Let's show all these guys how much you crave cock. You may be Superman, but you're still nothing but a cocksucker," taunted the hot Latino as he continued to face fuck Luthor's archenemy. "Look at this guys," Tony shouted at the gang of males he had recruited for the evening's face fucking of Superman. "Look at what it takes to give Superfag here a hardon! This cocksucker's dick is at full mast. We got ourselves one hot, hungry faggot. Look at him suck cock," laughed Tony as his superhero saliva coated dick continuously penetrated Superman's unresisting mouth.
The dazed enemy of Luthor could only kneel helplessly and masturbate in front of the crowd of hooting males and all seeing cameras as his face was ravaged by the lust crazed Latino stud. His ravaged supertaste buds instantly recorded ever instance of dick flavor as the Hispanic penis sawed back and forth across his tongue. He became painfully aware of the feeling of the firm ridge of Tony's firm cockhead, and each the contour of each vein that fed blood to the phallic assault weapon that was battering his gullet. And he was also becoming aware of a rising feeling in his own loins as he obediently jerk off in front of the assembled mob.
"Hey Tony," shouted a well built, blond construction worker named Mark. "I think that superpussy here my be getting ready to shoot a wad. He's yanking away on his cock like there's no tomorrow. I'll catch his goo in something when he shoots."
"Thanks, man," panted Tony as he felt his own climax nearing. "We wouldn't want to waste any of that shit. Besides, I think I have an idea of what to do with it. An idea that will make our homo friend here very happy," gasped Tony as he neared the point of no return.
A quickening of the pace at which the 22 year old hunk's cock was ravaging his mouth, coupled with the unmistakable body language of a rutting male on the verge of ejaculation were the only warnings that the facefucked Superstud received that a load of hot cum was about to be dumped into his mouth. "Aaaaah, shit! Yes! Take my load you cocksucking bitch" penetrated Superman's ears as the inflamed stud pulled his dick three quarters of the way out of Superman's mouth and began shooting thick streams of sperm laden cum onto the Man of Steel's tastebud covered tongue.
"It's all yours, faggot! Eat me cocksucker! Swallow my load! This is what you came here for, bitch. You'd better swallow every fuckin' drop," he bellowed as his spewing cock continued to pump warm, white manjuice into his supersucker's mouth.
As the first blasts of Latino stud semen fired out of the gaping piss slit that Superman had so thoroughly tongue worshiped, began to inundate his mouth, the ravaged heterosexual Man of Steel found himself swallowing the awful goo as he mindlessly complied with the shouted orders of the ejaculating stud. He knew that what was happening was terribly wrong, but he was helpless to resist.
"Oh man, she's drinking my load, guys! Look at her swallow that shit! She loves this stuff. She's still sucking on it. Clean that rod, faggot," groaned the exhausted defiler of Superman, as he felt the superhero's tongue go into action on his sensitive cockhead. "This faggot is lapping it up! He's sucking the snot outta my fuckpump. Damn, he is one hot queer," moaned Tony as Superman's tongue began removing every vestige of cum from his softening rod.
"Watch out Tony," shouted Mark, "he's gonna cum!"
And sure enough, it happened. The constant masturbation had done the trick. For even as he continued to clean and service the Hispanic rod that had just finished spray painting the inside of his mouth white with cum, Superman's magnificent body began to shake in the throes of a Kryptonian orgasm.
As the splendid superhero cock began ejaculating its second only load of cum, the quick thinking Mark was there with a shallow bowl to catch each and every drop of the precious superhuman balljuice. It was quite a sustained orgasm that wracked the body of the heart throb of America's women as his dick surrendered its load of sperm rich cum. Had it not been for Tony's tight grip against the back of his head, the Man of Steel would have lost his balance and fallen on the floor.
With the Man of Steel's face mashed firmly against the furry Hispanic groin, the ever resourceful Mark snatched the post ejaculation superdick from Superman's hands and began to skillfully milk the remaining drops of precious Kryptonian cum out of his cock and into the bowl below. It was only after a considerable amount of milking that Mark finally released the now demutuscent phallus. "We got us a good load tonight, Mr. Luthor," shouted Mark as he started to walk towards the mastermind of the evening's events.
"No so fast, man," barked Tony as he snatched the bowl of supercum from the startled construction worker. "Superfag here is always going on and on about protecting the environment through recycling. Well tonight, he's gonna do some recycling himself. Lay down faggot," snapped Tony as he removed Superman's face from his groin and shoved him backwards onto the floor before the crowd of surprised men. Plopping onto the supine superstud's chest, the fast acting Hispanic hunk pried open Superman's lips and began to pour his own supercum into the stunned superhero's mouth.
"Eat that load, faggot," ordered Tony. "No woman is ever gonna want this shit in her. Hell, none of your fellow faggots would want to taste your pathetic goo either," he taunted. "But I know that you want it. It's cum, right? That's what you like right? You're a cum eater. Well, start swallowing!" snapped Tony as he coated the tongue of the hapless Man of Steel with his own ejaculate.
The straddled superhero was appalled as he realized that his own reproductive fluid was being dumped into his mouth by the sadistic Hispanic stud. "I was supposed to make babies with my semen," the miserable superhero thought as he got his first taste of his own balljuice. "This is wrong," screamed his conscience as he felt himself swallowing his own cum in a mindless response to the orders of the Latino male who sat leering at him atop his chest. But the effects of the red kryptonite vapors prevailed. He swallowed it all.
And as the triumphant 22 year old stud watched his pathetic prey gobble down his own cum, the assertive hunk quickly shoved the cum-slicked bowl against Superman's mouth and ordered him to "lick it clean, faggot." He was not to be disappointed. Within seconds of having been issued, the order was obeyed without hesitation by the supine Man of Steel who immediately extended his Kryptonian tongue and began to lap the inside surface of the cum bowl.
"Damn you really love that shit don't you superfag," the beaming male proclaimed as he watched this vanquished prey's tongue meekly obey his command. "Well, we'll try to satisfy your hunger tonight. There is a hell of lot more fresh cum for you in those hot studs here tonight. And every damn ounce of it is going to be poured down that throat of yours. Yup, this belly is gonna be bursting with stud sauce tonight my pansy friend," chortled Tony as he patted the firm abdomen of the naked Man of Steel. Shouts and hoots of agreement penetrated the ears of the spent superhero as his tortured brain began to comprehend the fellatio ordeal that lay ahead. It was going to be another terrible night of degradation and humiliation. Only the voice of his hated foe temporarily broke his terrible thoughts of the night of mass oral rape that awaited him.
"What the fuck did you do that for?" shouted Luthor. "I wanted that stuff for research."
"Don't worry about it boss. We needed to break this faggot. After tonight you'll have all the supercum you would ever want. He had to be broken. We had to let him understand what he is all about, right faggot," laughed Tony as he rubbed his finger across the almost immaculate surface of the well-licked sperm bowl. "Here, you missed a drop," he said as he thrust his finger into Superman's unresisting mouth and felt his compliant tongue snag the last drop of cum from it.
"Well princess," announced the 22 year old as he got off of the chest of the naked and vanquished superhero, "you've eaten two dickloads of that white ball syrup that you like so much. You got a lot more to eat before we kick you outta here tonight. Up on your knees, faggot. These guys are packing full loads, and you ain't leaving here until you've sucked everyone of them out of their hot cocks. Come on over here guys. Superman wants to blow ya," Tony announced as he watched the receptacle of his load of semen struggle to get up onto his knees.
"Here ya' go, dickbreath," announced a 38 year old off-duty Irish cop named Ryan who was on Luthor's payroll, as he whipped out his stiff rod and pressed his cockhead against Superman's lips. "I ain't into that fucking foreplay like Tony, here. Blow me, faggot," he ordered as he stuffed his hardon into the unresisting mouth of the Man of Steel. "Nobody can suck dick like you faggots," chuckled the lusty Irishman as he grabbed the back of Superman's head and impaled his face on his Irish rod. "And I guess I'm gonna get superhead tonight, right dickbreath," he asked as he began thrusting his rigid meat inside of Superman's violated mouth.
"You know dickbreath," said the rutting cop as he slowed his facefucking, put a hand under Superman's chin and looked downwards straight into his eyes, "my kid is a real fan of yours. I mean he thinks that you are just great. Could you imagine the look on his face if he saw a picture of his old man boning you in the mouth? I overheard him and his buddies joking about blowjobs and mocking out homo cocksuckers," Ryan continued as he watched his turgid organ probe the inner reaches of the violated mouth of the Man of Steel. "He would fucking shit, especially when he watched you swallow his old man's load! Damn I wish I had brought him along tonight. He would have really been disgusted watching you lap up your own cum outta that bowl like some kind of hungry kitten. Who'd of though it? Superman is queer," laughed the 38 year old police stud as he resumed facefucking the kneeling superhero. "Well, it will only be a few more seconds, and you'll get your reward. I've been saving up this load for days just for you!"
Unlike the night of his first gang-rape, when his mind had been severely clouded by the red and green Kryptonite dust he had been forced to inhale, the gases thrown off from heating red Kryptonite had a more subtle, but still insidious effect on the flying hunk of manhood. He was still unable to resist, but his awareness of what was going on around him was unimpaired. His nightmare would not be eased by oblivion.
That awareness was abruptly and horribly reinforced when the kneeling hetero superhunk felt a shudder surge through the body of the Irish cop who was feeding him dick. The shudder was accompanied by a groan and those dreaded words "Oh fuck! I'm coming! Damn! Blow me bitch! Aaahhh, fuck! Take it! Yeah!!!!" as the penis around which his lips were clamped began vomiting its load of white, viscous, semen-laden cum down his throat. "Swallow it you cocksucking whore," bellowed the ejaculating cop as he lunged forward burying his dick to the hilt inside of Superman's mouth. "Take my load, faggot," he snarled as he continued to pump his scum into his captive's stomach. "Damn this is great," officer Ryan groaned.
The luckless Man of Steel remained on his knees impaled on the Irishman's cock for what seemed to be an eternity. Although Ryan had blown his load directly into Superman's throat, he remained inside of Superman's mouth until his dick had completely softened. Any relief at avoiding another taste of the hated male reproductive fluid was short lived when Ryan wrapped his fingers tightly around the lips of the Man of Steel, and slowly withdrew his penis, a procedure that squeezed the last remaining drops of cop cum out of his dick and deposited them directly on top of the all sensing tastebuds of the kneeling superstud. It was a terrible reminder to Superman of what he had just swallowed, and what would soon be digested by his powerful stomach acids and circulated throughout his Kryptonian system as nourishment. But a lot more semen was going to be emptied into Superman's stomach that night.
And just as it had happened on the night that he had been betrayed by Lois Lane, the cycle of superhuman fellatio continued uninterrupted for hours upon hours, well into the wee hours of the next morning. Some of the guys were like Ryan --- wham bang, dick in, dump a load, dick out --- while others took their time, like Tony, and made the heart throb of millions of women and hero to men, women and children across the globe, go through the entire humiliating procedure of scrotum adulation, and reverent cock kissing before bathing Superman's tastebuds in cum or dumping their loads down his throat.
The demand for head from Superman seemed to be inexhaustible for no sooner had he swallowed another load of hot, fresh, mancream, then another cock was thrust up against his lips demanding service. As Tony had predicted Superman's firm belly was being loaded up with cum. And to the glee and delight of his archnemesis Lex Luthor, each blowjob by Superman was photographed and videotaped for the future.
"This is simply unbelievable," beamed Luthor as he watched his foe gobble dick after dick. "This has succeeded beyond my wildest expectations," he chortled as he threw his arm around Tony's shoulder. "Next week we'll have him begging to suck dick, and we won't have to use any more red Kryptonite. These pictures and tapes will be more than enough to turn this asshole into a permanent, even if he is unwilling, cocksucker. Yup after tonight, he will be ours! Make sure that Tinkerbell's flying suit has all the red Kryptonite removed before she puts it on," Lex said to Tony. "I want him in full control of his mental faculties, with a completely free will, when he surrenders his manhood next week. As he goes down on his knees, I want him to be painfully aware of what he will be doing. I want to give Lois a video tape of the entire scene as he willing goes down on another guy. A tape of Superman performing his first, fully cognizant, Kryptonite free blowjob will make a nice wedding present for my bride to me," said Luthor as he turned to watch yet another erect penis penetrate the lips of his foe.
The repeated phallic invasions went on until shortly after 4:00 AM; over nine hours of penile penetrations of the unwilling, but unable to resist, mouth of the Man of Steel. It was as if Superman had sucked off the United Nations. By the time the ordeal had ended the dark haired hunk from Krypton had been dick feed Italian, Swedish, Afro-American, Chinese, Puerto Rican, Irish, Mexican, British, Japanese, French, Greek, Arabic, Slav, American Indian, and a large collection of good old American semen; nearly ninety loads of jiss from seventy five assorted cocks. The only exception being the load shot by a six foot, three inch dockworker named Tom. He had pulled out of Superman's mouth at the last minute when Luthor realized that he wanted a new facial cumshot of the Man of Steel.
It was a fantastic shot. It happened around 3:00 AM. The by now well practiced superhero cocksucker was preparing to impale his throat onto Tom's obviously on the verge of erupting cock --- anything to avoid the hated taste of cum, when the dick was abruptly withdrawn from his sucking mouth and pointed right between his eyes. Unable to comprehend what was about to happen, the facefucked Man of Steel just knelt there staring as the hot dockworker's babymaker fired its first cum gob directly onto the bridge of his nose.
"It's time for your facial, jerkoff," announced the grinning longshoreman as his wildly spewing cock shot gobs of warm, white semen onto Superman's cheeks, in his eyebrow, up his left nostril, on one of his ears, in his hair, and of course across his lips. "That looks good on you," said the derisive voice as he looked down as his dickwork. It was an awesome scene that was saved for posterity by the all-seeing lens of Luthor's cameras.
"Look at that drop of cum just hanging on the tip of that cocksucker's nose," exclaimed Luthor as he watched a close up shot of this most recent act of humiliation. "I'm gonna have that shot converted into a bmp so I can use it as my wallpaper on my PC. Maybe I'll have a screensaver made out of some of these shots too,: he mused. "Flying blowjobs! What a concept," he laughed as he continued to watch the torment of his nemesis.
""Way to go Tom," whooped Luthor as he watched the hot dockworker add insult to injury by repeatedly rubbing his dick through his cum on Superman's face, and then ordering the kneeling superstud to lick his rod clean. "This guy's getting a bonus this month," thought Luthor as he stared transfixed by this last innovation in superhero debasement.
The final load of viscous cum was shot into Superman's totally pillaged mouth at approximately quarter after four in the morning. It spewed out of a thick penis that belonged to a 23 year old sailor who hadn't gotten his rocks off in three months. Needless to say it was the mother of all orgasms, and a fitting climax to the night's activities.
As the last drops of seaman semen were emptied into his mouth, the exhausted Man of Steel was shoved backwards onto the floor by the obviously pleased with himself sailor. "Damn we could have used on board our sub," he laughed as he stuffed his well-sucked dick back into his pants. "We would have kept you supplied with dick twenty-four hours a day. As a matter of fact you have a lot in common with a submarine. You're filled with semen! See ya later cocksucker. He's all yours," said the smug sailor towards a small group of males who had quietly gathered around the superstud as he lay on his back on the floor.
Superman' s feeble attempt to get off the floor was interrupted by the group of males who swiftly placed a vinyl bag over his head and began pumping in large quantities of concentrated gas extracted from the dreaded red Krypton. Within moments, the Man of Steel was out cold.
"Good job, fellahs," said Luthor as he looked down on the naked, inert form of his enemy. Wish I could get another load outta those balls of his for my research," he said to no one in particular. Guess I'll have to wait until the next time. Take him away, guys."
"Whoa, not so fast Mr. Luthor," said the street punk Antonio as he grabbed a hold of the flaccid cock of the defenseless Man of Steel and began to stroke it. "I'll get a load outta of this faggot for you."
Within a few minutes the street punk had virtually transformed Superman into a cow; stroking him into a full erection and then milking him of his semen. The unconscious Man of Steel gave up his male essence a second time without a fight.
As Luthor departed with his unexpected bonus of superspunk, Superman was carried into the back of a van by six of Luthor's goons, including Ryan, the Irish cop. The plan was to take the naked superstud to an isolated spot in a nearby woods, dump him, and then drive off. This would give Lex and the rest of the gang enough time to leave the scene.
Things actually went according to plan, well almost that is. As they hauled the nude Man of Steel out of the back of the van and spread him out on his back on top of his red and blue suit beneath some trees, the Irishman made on last minute change to Lex's plan.
"Hey guys," Ryan chuckled. "I gotta take a piss. Anybody want to join me?" he said as he nodded and leered at the inert nude lying under the tree.
A chorus of "Fuck yeah! Right on! My bladder's full. You are a bastard!" erupted from the group as they scrambled towards the comatose superhero. "Hey, the cocksucker's mouth is open," exclaimed one of the guys as he stood over Luthor's vanquished foe and began unzipping his fly. "This is gonna be fun. "It's time to take a shower!" he announced as he began urinating onto Superman's face.
The remaining zippers were instantly lowered and within moments six studs were draining their bladders onto the handsome face and sculptured body of every woman's dream. "Damn this faggot's gonna stink," observed one of Luthor's men as he directed his stream into Superman's hair. "He'll probably love it," smirked another as he drenched Superman's exposed nuts, dick, and pubic hair with his stream.
A few minutes later, they piled in the van and drove off, leaving the magnificent, naked, piss glistening body of the unconscious Superman lying on his piss soaked suit.