Lex Luthor sat in his car and waited.
He hated waiting because it was a waste of money and Lex hated wasting money. It was calculated that if he had paused to pick up 45,000 dollars off the ground, he would in fact be losing money when calculating how much he was worth. According to his calculations he had lost nearly six million dollars before the car he was waiting for pulled up next to his limo, that was just money that he wasn't going to get back.
The window rolled down and an older man with a seal plastic container in his hand, he handed it over to Lex.
"How many?" Luthor asked, making sure the plastic lid was still sealed.
"Four plus a pair of shorts."
Luthor looked up at the man, "Does that work?"
The man shrugged, "He said it couldn't hurt."
Luthor had to agree, "Tell him if this works, I expect a better delivery system than this," he held up the box.
The old man nodded, "Yes sir."
Luthor rolled up the window, "Let's go, we've wasted enough time."
The limo pulled away, leaving the old man to start his long return to Smallville.
Clark
There are days when the crooks make it a little too easy.
Over the past week a group of thugs have been robbing various genetic labs around Metropolis. At first MPD didn't think much of it since there wasn't much resale value in the chemicals they had taken. But by the third one it was obvious this was a problem, which made it my problem.
I wasn't Bruce but figuring out what other labs they might hit next wasn't hard, it was just a matter of f floating above the city and waiting. I closed my eyes and opened my senses, letting the city's sound move through me. Jonn had surmised there was a extrasensory component of my senses as I was able to take in what were basically millions of individual sounds and distilled them into something I could understand and respond to. It should have been impossible to do but I could hear my name called thousands of miles away as if they were speaking directly to me.
People like Lois and Jon's voice cut through the din faster, I've heard Lois say Smallville a continent away, a feat which even using the speed of sound should have been impossible. So flying up here waiting was almost Zen like as I tried to listen for anything out of the ordinary.
Out of the ordinary for Metropolis that is.
I heard several different types of music, the sound of thousands of cars all moving through gridlock, then came the TVs, the endless repetition of dialogue as people watch the same program at the same time. After that it was the people, millions of people, all living their life at once, and that was when it became overwhelming. There was so much need in the city, and in times like this I could hear every single part of it…
And there it was, broken glass, gruff voice swearing followed by, "God damnit be careful, you want us to get caught?"
I focus on the sound and am drawn to the south side, "It's not like we've had any trouble so far!"
I narrow it down to about ten blocks.
"Well let's not start asking for it ok?"
Got it, Conway Labs off Fox Street. I fly over, scanning the building with my x-ray vision. Three guys, younger side for thugs, two of them have handguns, nothing special. I was half expecting something special for all the genetic equipment they were stealing, it seemed more a meta crime than just three guys doing random BEs.
I would have to ask them as I tied them up.
They were going through the cabinets, reading labels, and gathering certain supplies and not others. These guys had a list they were following, meaning they were just random thugs hired by someone else. That meant borrowing a page from Bruce's book and scaring them into talking.
It was easy enough to float in without sound, and hover near the ceiling before revealing myself.
"Were you boys about done or you need more time to browse?"
They all looked up shocked, one ran while the other two pulled their guns. As they opened fire, I thought there was no way they were from Metropolis, local boys knew better than to waste the ammo. Two bursts of heat vision and their screams were followed by their superheated guns falling to the ground.
"So then that's a you're done?" I ask as I blow them down with a shot of super breath.
They let out a grunt as they hit the floor and I sped after my runner.
Running man had gotten halfway down the hall, not bad for blind panic. I figured this was the guy who was the most scared, so time for a show. I blurred in front of him and picked him up by the front of his shirt, legs dangling in the air.
"What part of faster than a speeding bullet did you not understand?"
"Lemme go!" he screamed, his eyes wild with fear.
"That's not how this works," I said with a grin, "This is the part where you go to jail."
He began to squirm and actually slipped out of his jacket, falling to the ground. Gotta give him credit, he was going to try. I tossed the jacket and swooped down in front of him, "Who hired you?" I roar, making my eyes glow for effect.
"Back off!" he said, pulling something from his pocket and shoving it in my face.
Was he trying to chloroform me? Wow he had to be from way out of town to pull that, I go to pull the rag off my face when something in my mind snaps, it's like being hit between my eyes and I fall onto my back. My eyes were burning as I felt my brain start to scream…
"Holy shit," I heard the kid said, "That worked?"
I had no idea what he was talking about but there was a screaming in my ears as I felt myself break out in a sweat. The rag reeked of sweat, but I couldn't stop breathing it in, I kept it pressed to my face as I inhaled deeply…what was this?
I heard the other guys join him, "What the hell?"
"These fucking rags," the first one said, "They work!"
"I thought it was a joke…" one of them mused as I writhed on the ground, trying my hardest not to make a sound.
It was like the rag weighed a ton and I couldn't get it off my face when in fact I was pressing into my nose and mouth, desperate to inhale…
"Well fuck it, let's go…"
"No," the first one said, "Look at him…let's have some fun."
I felt the rag get pulled from my face, I tried to hold on but somehow, he was able to pry it from me easily. I looked up at the three thugs, looking down at me with evil grins. They all looked…better? I didn't realize how attractive they were when I came in, and bigger, much more muscular than I had given them credit for. How had I missed that?
"What's up Supes?" one of them asked, "You came in here and roughed my boys up!"
"Sorry," fell out of my mouth before I could stop it.
They all looked amazed for a moment before the main one smiled and kicked me, "Sorry what?"
The blow hurt! I winced and called out, "Sorry sir!"
They all laughed as I tried to clear my mind, what the hell was going on?
"Holy shit look," one of them said pointing at me, "he's fucking hard!"
I felt my face go red as I realized I was hard as a rock in my trunks, I moved my hands down to cover it, but they moved my hands aside with their foot, "No…don't hide it bitch…"
I was mortified as I felt these thugs rub me through my uniform, my hips moving up to meet their touch, even as I screamed at myself to stop. This wasn't right…one of them nudged my swollen balls and I gasped…taking in a lungful of air…
And my mind began to clear.
"Stop…" I said, moving their foot aside and sitting up, the reality of what I had just been doing dawning on me…
"Fuck hit him again…" one of them exclaimed and I felt he rag get pushed over my face again…
"Noo…"I moaned as I began to inhale again, my desire to do anything but lay there and smell overwhelmed me again…
"Look! He is holding it to his face like a fucking baby!"
He was right, I had the cloth cradled to my face, inhaling deep breaths as I felt my mind go under again, lost in whatever the hell was on this cloth.
"What in the fuck is going on?" one of them asked.
"They told us to use the rags if he showed up!"
"Yeah, but I didn't fucking believe it!"
"Well believe it now," the main thug said, "Let's see how bad it is."
The rag was pulled away and I looked up at him with wide eyes, forcing myself not to beg him to give it back.
"Look at you," he said with a leer, "Sweating like a pig, you hot?"
I nodded, my eyes locked to his. He was huge! When did thugs get so muscular? He looked like a beast…
"Take your shirt off then," he said, "Come on…do it."
His words were like spikes into my head, not just words but orders…I didn't want to do it, I mentally knew it was an insane ask…but I felt my arms begin to pull my top off on their own and mentally screamed at my body to stop.
"Shit!" one of them exclaimed as I pulled the top over my head and tossed it aside, leaving me half naked in front of these thugs.
"Oh look at these titties…" one of them said, straddling my chest and tweaking my nipples.
"No!" I moaned, trying to swat his hands away from me.
"Shut up," he grunted, putting the rag back over my face.
Like a fussy infant, I pulled it back to my face as he went back to feeling my body up against my will. For some reason it felt right to let this guy molest me, my chest pushed up like I was eager for him to use me…no matter how much I screamed about it my body just went with it…
"Is he into it?" one of them asked.
"Fucking looks like it…" another commented as a low moan escaped my mouth.
"Oh yeah he's loving this…" the guy on my chest said as he twisted my nipples harder, "He's grinding his cock up against my ass…"
I felt another wave of shame as I realized he was right, I was pushing up into him, like a fucking cat in heat…what the hell was happening to me? Why couldn't I stop this?
"Dude, is Superman our bitch?" one of them asked.
"My bitch," the one on me elaborated, "Right bitch?"
To make his point he tweaked both my nipples hard, and I nodded through the rag on my face. I couldn't focus past the smell and the emotions moving through me…I was so turned on…I felt so small…so weak…and these guys were strong…so much stronger…even through rational I knew they weren't…that's what I was feeling.
The rag was lifted off my face again and I was transfixed, looking at these perfect men staring down at me.
"Still hot?"
I nodded.
"Maybe you should take the rest of your stuff off."
Again, it was so much more than a statement, it hit like an order, and I felt myself complying before I could even stop myself. My hands went to my belt even as I struggled to stop. My hands shook as I undid my buckle and one of the other guys saw.
"I don't know if he's into it…"
The main guy held the rag up, "Strip and you can have it back."
My hesitation vanished as I undid my belt and began to pull my pants down.
They all began laughing again, "Fucking slut forgot to take his boots off…man he does want this."
"Take his boots off," the main guy said, "I wanna see Superman strip."
I felt my boots get pulled off and there is a moment of panic, but the guy dangles the cloth over me, and I stop struggling. They pull my pants off, leaving me in only my briefs and for a second, the shock and fear of it overwhelms whatever this is and I push the guy off me.
"No!" I bark, aware I could barely move the guy as it was. My powers were fluctuating, I could feel them waver off and on as I tried to gain control again.
"Whoa big guy…" the main guy said, holding the cloth in front of him, "Take it easy…come on…"
I try to back up from it, but the scent hits me, and I curse my super smell. I rush towards him and take the cloth in both hands and grunt as I begin to inhale and then to my horror start to lick it.
"I think it's wearing off," one of the other guys say, "It's not lasting as long."
The main guy nods, never taking his eyes off of my naked form, licking a dirty rag, "Hand me one of yours."
The back one pulled a bag out of his pocket, "Mine's still fresh…"
He handed him over a ziplock and even though I was entranced by these rags, I could feel dread knowing they had more where this came from.
"We need to get going," one of them said, "We can't just stay here and fuck with him."
The main one thought about it, and I could see the look in his eye as he nodded, "Ok let's grab him, make sure the rag stays put, I'll take his costume."
They picked me up with some effort and dragged me out the back door, while I licked and sucked on the rag, trying to get every last drop of whatever the fuck it was off of it. They threw me in the back of their van, the main guy watching me as they drove off.
Silently I was screaming for help, but no sound came out.
We pulled into an old warehouse where they dragged me out and tossed me on the ground like I was a sack of meat. I laid there with the rag in my mouth, getting the very last molecules of whatever, this was, screaming at myself to get up. It was wearing off slowly, I could tell, but I was still under it's spell. I was so out of it I didn't even notice they had set up video cameras around me, as the main guy walked towards me.
"Hey Superslut," he said, pull his shirt off, "How we feeling?"
"Stop…" I said weakly, dropping the spent rag, "Stay away…"
"Stay away?" he asked with a smile, "You sure? You don't want some of this?"
He opened the bag and pulled out another torn piece of cloth, and just like that the smell hits me and I scramble to all fours, panting like a trained dog.
"Oh, you do huh?" he asks as I nod frantically.
"Crawl over here then."
I plead with myself to stop, to ignore what he is saying, but my body ignores me, and I begin to crawl to him on all fours, my cock leaking in my underwear as I force myself not to whimper for the cloth. I can hear the gasps from the men filming me, but I don't care, this rag is fresh, it stinks with sweat and my mouth is watering just being his close.
"Come on…" he said teasing, "Up…up boy…"
I got up on my knees, not knowing why I was doing any of this, but my body sending waves of pleasure through my body as I complied. He dangled the cloth over my head, and I was desperate for it.
"Prove it," he said with a sneer, "Undo my belt."
I could feel the revulsion of what he was asking me to do hit the burning desire to please him and I felt that same pain burn through my brain. It felt like my very thoughts were being twisted under me, even as I hated all this my body kept pushing insane amounts of pleasure through me. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, every single move I made to follow his orders made me feel even better until I was just lost in euphoria.
Screaming at myself to stop.
So even as I wanted to gag, I saw my hands reach out and undo his belt quickly, opening his jeans up.
"Look at me," he commanded, and I looked up at him and caught my beath,
He was amazing! I had never seen such a specimen of perfection in my life, he was just…everything I wanted to me. Handsome, manly, muscled…even as I could see he was none of those things, I felt wholly inadequate just being near him. I couldn't fight the urge just to obey him, to let him tell me what to do…since he was obviously the superior man.
"Pull my dick out."
Good god Clark…don't do this…my hands pulled his boxers down and I took his half hard dick in my hand…
"Hey," one of the guys behind the camera said, "He's naked, how can we tell he's Superman?"
The main guy nodded, "Good point, let's get some proof."
Before I could complain he shoved the rag in my face and I inhaled deeply, feeling that same burning pain in my head as my body shuddered with pleasure. I let out a muffled moan as he shoved the rag in my face and held it there, transporting me to a whole new level of nirvana.
He pulled the rag away and I actually heard myself cry out in disappointment, what the hell were they doing to me?
"Put that back on," he said, tossing my uniform in front of me, "Hurry!"
I scrambled to my feet and pulled my uniform on, feeling better in the moment now that I was clothed.
"Ok bitch…fly…fly for me!"
I closed my eyes, trying to force myself to resist, but I felt my body begin to float and knew it was lost. I could see the awe in the men's eyes as they watched me hover there. It killed me that I had the ability to take these guys out in less than a second, but all I could do was stare at the man with the rag and wait for my next order.
The main guys looked to one of the cameramen, "Toss him that brick."
He picked up a brick with both hands and tossed it up to me, I caught it easily in my palm.
"You want another sniff? Show daddy what you can do."
I was furious with him, but as I crushed the brick into powder there was this rush, this orgasmic feeling as I did as he said that was as intense as any sexual stimulation I had ever experienced. My cock was leaking as I floated there, looking at him for more pleasure.
"Good enough?" he asked the cameramen and they nodded.
He whistled like he was calling a dog, "Ok boy, come…"
I blurred down to my knees, and pushed my face into the rag, another needy moan escaping my throat against my will.
He moved the rag and exposed his hard cock beneath it, I froze.
"You know what to do."
I could feel the room hold its breath as they all watched to see if Superman was going to suck some normal kid's cock. I felt myself shake as I clenched my teeth and forced myself not to move, but he just kept talking.
"Come on Superslut…you know you want to…just lick it…lemme see your tongue…"
My tongue slipped out of my mouth even as I internally sobbed.
"Yeah, that's it…come on you dirty whore…lick it…"
I could crush this kid with my bare hands, I could lay waste to this warehouse without a thought, I had the ability to get out of this at any time…and yet I felt myself lean in, the tip of my tongue touching a man's penis for the first time.
"Oh yeah…" he laughed, watching Superman lick at the tip of his dick, "You can do better than that…"
He pushed my head off of it and rubbed his shaft with the rag, I cried out in my head knowing what I was about to do. As soon as he moved it, I rushed in, engulfing this punk's cock in a second, swallowing my first dick while being filmed in a dirty warehouse, like some 2 dollar whore shooting a porno.
"Oh, so good…" he said, and his approval hit me like a drug, and I began to slather his cock more.
"Holy shit," one of them said under their breath, "He's fucking doing it."
I could hear the cameras zoom in as I slowly licked up and down the shaft of this kid's cock, inside I was curling up in a ball and screaming while my body was reacting to the taste of another man's dick by making my own raging cock leak like a faucet.
The kid grabbed my hair and yanked on my head, "Fucking cover your teeth!" he commanded and a pathetic, "Sorry sir…" fell out of my mouth as I covered my teeth and went back to sucking.
I could hear his heartbeat racing as he realized what I had just said. He looked over to the other guys who hadn't caught it and were shaking their head in confusion.
He pulled me off his cock and made me look up at him, "Say that again."
Don't do it Clark…in Rao's name don't…
"I'm sorry sir…I'll do better," I said, trying to go back to sucking him off.
They were all stunned as I went back to slurping on his dick, hating myself with each lick.
"What the hell is on these?" one of the cameramen asked, pulling out another bag with a fresh rag.
"I dunno," the main one said, "But I wanna see how far he will go."
Stop Clark…fucking stop…
He pushed me off his dick and I went falling back on my ass like I had been thrown. My powers were gone again, this kid who looked like he was 145 sopping wet, was pushing me around like I was in preschool.
"Who's your master?" he asked, I laid there, stunned, not wanting to answer. He slapped my face hard, and the sting made my eyes water, "ANSWER!"
His barking hit something inside me and I flinched, "You sir…"
And then came the laughing, the roaring laughing.
"HOLY SHIT!" one of them screamed, "Superman pissed himself!"
I looked down and saw I had done just that, when he had yelled at me, I had lost control of my bladder. I moved away from it as the punk walked at me, "Bad dog! BAD DOG!"
I flinched with each word; it was like he was slapping me across the nose with each one. I curled back into myself, never feeling as horrible as I did in that moment.
"What kind of fucking animal are you?" he screamed, "Say something!"
I was actually shaking as I began to blubber, "I'm sorry sir…please…I won't do it again…please…"
He slapped me again and I actually cried out, holding my hand to my cheek.
"Suck my cock and you better do it good," he threatened, and I leapt at him, desperate to please him. I began to nurse on his cock as he stroked my hair, "Good boy…that's it…more tongue…"
I moaned as I serviced him, his words sending more waves of pleasure through me, shouting down every objection I had. The place was starting to reek of my piss and the ammonia hit my nose like a hammer…
Snapping me free.
"NO!" I screamed, pushing him off of me and across the room. He went flying as I flew up, "No more!"
They all looked up at me in a panic as my eyes began to glow, "You people…"
"Nu uh!" one of the cameramen said, "Calm down…" he said pulling the rag out of the bag, "You don't want to do that…"
I felt myself pause, but I held my breath and forced myself to push past it, "That isn't going to work anymore, you three are going to…"
"HEY!" the main one snapped and I felt something move through my body as I turned to look at him, "Get the fuck down here!"
I floated two feet off the ground, glaring down at him, "Son, you are in a world of trouble so I would suggest changing your tone of voice."
"Or what? You already sucked my cock!" he said, waving his hard dick around.
I could feel the flashes of memory, déjà vu waves of the pleasure but resisted them, "I don't know what you did to me, but I assure you…"
I heard the guy behind me grunt a second too late, he had launched himself off the top of the van into the air and jumped on my back. I spun to throw him off when he shoved his rag over my face and into my open mouth. The rag touched my tongue, and I felt the same screaming pain as my brain caught on fire and I felt myself start to lick at the cloth…
"Yeah, there you go," the guy on my back said as I floated back to the ground, "Come on slut…on your knees…all the way."
I landed and went to my knees, rutting my head into the rag, my cock once again hard as a rock.
"What the hell was that?" the main guy said, slapping my face away from the cloth, "Answer me bitch!"
I stumbled to my feet, bringing my hands up to defend myself.
"You think your hot shit?" he said, swinging at my gut, knocking the breath out of me, "You my bitch right? Right?"
He kept punching me and I was staggered, hating the fact that there was no way this kid could normally hurt me but all I could do was cower from him, my mind flooding me with terror even though I knew he was just a normal guy.
"Get on your fucking knees!" he said, slapping me down hard, I went to my knees, knowing what came next.
He came up in front of me and placed the rag at the base of his cock, "Suck it cunt."
I did just that, taking his whole cock into his mouth so I could move closer to the rag, I was crying inside as I felt myself revert back to serving, the pleasure returning tenfold as I sucked the punk's cock with all my might.
"He under?" the guy behind me asked.
"Oh yeah," the main one said, thrusting into my mouth, "She's happy again…right Superslut?"
I moaned as licked around the tip of his cock.
"I gotta tag this ass," the one said kneeling behind me, "You got the cameras?"
The last one nodded, "Yeah go for it!"
I wanted to scream as I felt the teen push my cheeks apart and his tongue push at my hole. I felt my masculinity crumble as a man's tongue entered me, touching me in places I never dreamed a man would be able to. As he forced his way into me, I felt my ass relax, my hips rocking back on their own volition. Oh god my body was reacting, I was pushing back onto his mouth as I forced more and more of this kid's cock down my throat…
I was rocking between them!
"Guys…" the cameraman said, "You have to see what this looks like, it's fucking amazing!"
"Yeah, Superslut is into it…aren't you?" the main one said, making me choke on his cock.
I groaned as I spread my legs, letting that tongue go deeper and deeper into me.
There was a squeal, and a voice came over a loudspeaker, "Ok boys, you're done."
The main one didn't stop thrusting into my mouth, "Fuck off! He's ours!"
The one came off my ass and I felt his cockhead touch my quivering hole, "Yeah…we haven't even started yet…"
He was going to fuck me! NONONONO!
"Do not penetrate him!" the voice warned, "That's reserved for someone else."
"Someone else ain't here," he said, as my hole began to stretch around his cock…
There was one sharp blast and red lights began to flash as the sprinkler system came on.
"What the fuck!" they cried as cold water began to fall down on us.
There were sparks as the cameras fried out, more and more water falling…
Killing the scent.
I flew straight up, tearing through the roof and into the sky, not caring about my uniform or the kids…I had to get away from there…far away…
What the hell was that?
And where did it come from?
Lex paused and turned the monitor off, "You just can't get good help these days."
The scientist nodded, knowing better than to do anything but agree with his boss when he was this upset.
"So thoughts," the mastermind began to intone as he walked around his office, "The scent by itself is barely more than a nuisance, it was obvious he was fighting it the entire time."
"The clone had longer exposure to it, it is possible that his healing factor was correcting the synapse allocation as it occurred."
"Then the scent by itself is useless." Luthor asked.
"It's effective in short term, but for reprogramming on the same level as the clone, we would need a long-term insertion."
Lex looked at the doctor, "Not the boy, he already thinks he is some high school student."
"No sir, we'd need another."
Lex thought about it for a long while, no one in the room dared breathe as he pondered it. Finally, he nodded, "Fine, let's move to phase two, take what we've learned from the boy and make a better one, one that can be inserted into the Alien's life."
They all took furious notes as he talked.
"With the boy, press him to have the clone reveal his secrets. He has to know things that might be useful."
They nodded.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked, "GO!"
They all moved at once, leaving Lex in the room with Mercy who was still watching the footage they captured. After a while she asked, "Why stop them from raping the alien? They had him dead to rights."
Lex walked over and watched the Man of Steel beg to suck the teen's cock, "You can't understand this Mercy but I assure you, when Superman gets fucked, when he is on all fours begging to for a cock to rape him…"
Lex smiled and looked at her, "He will be begging me, and no one else."
With a push of a button all the footage was erased, "And he will…count on it…he will beg."