Ten a.m. came too quickly for Clark. He had done as Lionel had instructed and was shivering naked on the steel bed. He had strapped both ankles and his wrist down just as they had been the previous day. His one wrist was free, but he noticed that the leather strap had been repaired since he had snapped it yesterday.

He turned his head towards the door as it began to slide open. Lionel stood observing the scene before him. "Well done young man. I especially like your keen attention to detail. I do believe that you are exactly as I left you. I am curious though," Lionel had crossed the room and was standing over the table. He picked up a syringe and began rolling it between his fingers. "Did you come up with a solution to yesterdays little dilemma?"

"I think so."

"Do tell. What is the solution then?"

"I just have to focus on letting the needle go through my skin. I practiced relaxing at home so it would work today." Clark lied, hoping he sounded convincing.

"Really?" Lionel paused trying to read Clark's expression. "Well, let's give the theory a try then, shall we?"

He reached down and grabbed Clark's arm. He stared intently at the skin as the needle began its assent into the tissue below. He was so focused he had not seen Clark's leg shift slightly under the restraints. He had lifted his leg just high enough off the table to raise the lead cover that was taped onto the back of his thigh just above his knee. Under the lead cover was a tiny piece of Kryptonite, just small enough to cause Clark minor pain and discomfort while weakening him enough to allow Lionel to do his tests. To an onlooker, Clark's movements to uncover the Kryptonite and the following squirms of pain would look like a reaction to the needle's prodding.

Lionel was successful in removing three vials of blood before the strain to keep his leg up became too great and it fell covering the Kryptonite again. Immediately his skin healed forcing the needle from his arm. He was covered in sweat from the exertion and was breathing as if he had just ran a marathon.

"No, no Mr.Kent, it is far too early to quit on my now. We are just getting started." Lionel informed as he picked up the scalpel next. Clark refocused and shifted his leg again, shaking from the effort.

What seemed like an eternity of pain passed before Lionel concluded his tests. He had removed three vials of blood, skin and tissue samples from various locations on Clark's body, samples of his hair including pubic, leg and armpit hair, as well as samples of his saliva.

"Almost done for the day Clark. Just on more sample of some delicacy; your semen." He watched Clark's face for a reaction. "How do you propose we do this, hmm?"

"Mr. Luthor I, um I –" Clark's words were cut short by the feeling of panic rising in his throat. "Please." He murmured hoping the rest of his sentence could go unspoken.

"Really Clark, a young man of your stamina shouldn't have a problem filling up one little cup, or maybe you would like my help?" His words hung in the air of the empty room.

"No." Clark said refusing to look at his captor.

"Good." Lionel reached forward and unbuckled the straps at Clark's wrists. He pushed the cup into Clark's hand and proceeded to the chair a few feet away. Clark sat staring at him in shock.

"Well get going." Lionel prompted from his viewing point.

"Do you," Clark cleared his throat, "Do you have to watch?"

"Of course I do Clark. Just think of it as research. I need to see you in action, so to say."

"I don't think I can if you are watching me." His voice took on a whine that he disliked the sound of.

"Rule number one Clark." Lionel reminded simply as he thumbed his cell phone in its holder.

Clark could feel the flush of embarrassment creep from his cheeks down to his neck. His hands were shaking as he tried to open the lid of the bottle. He slowly reached down and grasped his penis and gently began to stroke it to hardness. His eyes were blurred with tears and as he closed his eyes they spilled down his cheeks again.

Clark's eyes were shut tightly as he tried to envision Lana and the dreams that had brought him to the brink many times before. He struggled to keep his breathing slow and steady. His lips were parted and for a moment he felt certain he would succeed. He was brought back from his euphoria by the sound of a moan from close by. He opened his eyes to see Lionel slowly rubbing himself through his pants.

"Don't wait for me son." Lionel smiled unnervingly.

Clark was soft again and giving that he was once again aware of the situation he wasn't sure that fact was going to change.

"Do you need a hand?" Lionel purred from his chair.

"No!" Clark jumped in reply and began to stroke himself back to responsiveness. He began to close his eyes again.

"Look at me Mr. Kent." Lionel commanded.

Clark opened his eyes stopping his hand yet again.

"Keep going, but I want you to look at me while you do it." Lionel explained.

Clark obeyed, realizing the intensity of the order. He stared blankly at Lionel. Even though he looked at Lionel his mind was elsewhere. It had to be or this would never be over.

He came suddenly, barely getting the cup into position in time. His stifled groan was no match for Lionel's throaty moans as he came moments after.

"Very well done Clark." Lionel smiled in satisfaction. He crossed the room and placed the lid on the cup. Gathering up the rest of the samples he began towards the door.

Clark watched unsure of what to do next. "Mr. Luthor?"

"Not to worry son. I will be in touch." Lionel disappeared through the door and Clark was left behind with the daunting task of getting the Kryptonite back into its lead case.