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04:14am
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Agent Andolphson Speaking: Before I start, I take full responsibility for what occurred, I was in charge of the asset and should have anticipated his behavior…
Female voice: Agent Andolphson, just give your report please.
Agent Andolphson: Right, sorry.
I was given possession of the asset and ascertained he was encoded to follow my commands. His implanted memories were confirmed, he believed he needed to come along with me since Mr. Luthor had saved his sick brother and he seemed compliant with the mission. I then proceeded to the secondary location, which was an abandoned Luthorcorp distribution center that had been repurposed into a base of operations for a crew of career criminals.
These men were under the impression I was a former military member who was looking for a quick score by leading a group of men to break into Jurgens Loan and Savings. I brought the asset with me to the…
(Sound of an opening door and a chair is pushed back quickly.)
Agent Andolphson: "Mr. Luthor sir!"
Luthor: "Sit down agent Andolphson."
(Sound of a chair being moved.)
Agent Andolphson: "Yes sir."
Luthor: "How is the debriefing going?"
Female answers: "Slow sir, he seems determined to enunciate every single detail."
Luthor: "Yes, he was cloned from a career military man, it's the only way he knows. Mr. Andolphson?"
Agent Andolphson: "Yes sir!"
Luthor: "Elba."
(Subject's head slumps down as if asleep.)
Luthor: "Gunnar, can you hear me?"
Agent Andolphson: "Yes Mr. Luthor."
Luthor: "Just tell us what happened in your own words."
Agent Andolphson: "Yes Mr. Luthor, we disabled the normal security, and the men went to work on the vault. While me and the asset waited, we had bypassed the normal security but left the special alarm intact. So, it was just a matter of time before he showed up."
High Above Metropolis
Sept. 18th, 20XX
11:53pm
Metropolis was quiet, a little too quiet for Superman's taste.
Not that he was wanted crime, but Lois was in the last few weeks of pregnancy, and she was handling it about as well as she handled a Friday afternoon deadline. Loud, obnoxious and dangerously close to hurting someone. So, Clark had found patrol a good way to give his wife some space and do the world some good.
Unless of course nothing was happening, then he was just floating above the city avoiding his cranky wife.
He was about to call it a night when he heard an ultrasonic whine travel out across the city. The city had grown tired of criminals disabling the normal security systems the banks possessed so they had, with the help of STAR Labs, installed the same ultrasonic technology that was used in the various signals watches Superman gave out. Each bank was given a signal that was to go off in case normal security was cut.
It was coming from Jurgens credit union over in the financial district. Superman sped across town in a blur, wondering if he had jinxed himself by complaining.
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Female Voice: So, what happened when the subject arrived?
Agent Andolphson: He was fine for a moment, and then he seemed confused.
Luthor: Confused how?
Andolphson: When he arrived, he was his normal smug self, and then he seemed to pause…and then seemed off balance.
Luthor: I'd pay good money to know what was going on in his head…go on, what happened next?
Jurgens Loan and Savings
Sept. 18th, 20XX
11:55pm
Superman
I floated down from the skylight and took a long look at the situation.
There were six men working on opening the vault, while there was a lone man in the lobby…with what looked like a teenager with him? Seven guys and a kid…looks like it was going to be a quiet night after all. I didn't see any special tech on them, no lead lined containers…with all the robberies at STAR labs recently I had been doublechecking to make sure a break in was just a break in.
This seemed to be just a break in.
A burst of super breath slammed the door to the vault shut, sealing the men inside as I touched down in the lobby, "You boys are here after business hours…anything I can help you…"
I smelled something in the air and paused…what was that?
"Mr. Superman," the kid said frantically, "Run!"
The man pulled a gun out and placed it at the kid's head, "Don't move Superman…I will kill him."
His heartbeat was steady and his eyes…his eyes were that of a killer. I completely believed he would kill the boy. I landed gently and held my hands out, "Ok, let's calm down…no one needs to get hurt."
What was that damned smell? It was like…I swear it was ma's rhubarb pie.
The man jammed the barrel into the boy's temple, "Oh I am calm, just do what I say, and no one will get hurt."
I was fast, but not that fast. I needed to play this out and hope he moves his…I swear that is ma's pie!
"Please Mister Superman, you need…"
"Shut up," the man snapped, and the boy's mouth clamped shut.
"What do you want?" I asked the man, taking a good, long look at him. He was former military, there was no doubt about that. He had short cropped blond hair and piercing blue eyes and a face that belonged on a recruitment poster. He stood about 6'2" and had an impressive physique for a normal human, but nothing that would cause me concern.
"I want you to realize this punk's life depends on you following my orders, got it?"
I nodded, not wanting to escalate this.
"On your knees," he said, gesturing to the floor.
"Let the boy go and I'll do what you say."
The boy whimpered as the gun barrel dug into his temple, "Kneel. Now."
The terror on the boy's face was palpable, I slowly got to my knees, hands out where the man could see them.
"See?" the man said, "You can be trained."
I sneered at him, "Let the boy go…"
The man cocked the gun, "One more word and he's dead."
I closed my mouth as the boy fought back tears.
Now I had time to look at the boy, he looked like he was still in high school, floppy brown hair, huge hazel eyes and a slim build. He was wearing a gray hoodie so it was hard to judge, but he looked skinny as a rail. He was trembling as he watched me submit to the man.
"You scared now?" the man asked the kid.
He nodded frantically, sweat dripping down his brow.
"Take your hoodie off," the man ordered.
The boy's hands shook as he unzipped the hoodie and shucked it off. I could see sweat stains under his pits and the smell of ma's pies was everywhere! I inhaled instinctively…where was it coming from?
"You know what to do," the man said to the kid, pushing him forward.
He stumbled to me, and I saw my chance to end this…
"I'm sorry," he said and threw the hoodie over my head.
He was far enough from the man now…I went to tear it off and move…
But the smell…oh my god the smell was all over me! Instead of throwing it aside I pushed it to my face, inhaling deeply…it was ma's pie! Fresh from the oven…still cooling…as I got to the arms, I swear I could taste it and began to lap at the dampness…it tasted just like the pie! Oh, so good…
"Mister Superman," the boy said hesitantly.
I moved to the other arm, licking the rhubarb tasting dampness as quickly as possible…it was even better than I remembered!
"Mister Superman?" he called out again.
"Say it like you mean it," the man suggested.
"Superman!" he snapped, and I instantly pulled the sweatshirt away…
And was struck by the creature in front of me.
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Luthor: He did what?
Agent Andolphson: Just stared at him open mouthed.
Luthor: Superman? Was gaping at a teenager?
Agent Andolphson: Yes sir, he looked like a preteen girl at a New Kids on the Block concert.
Female Voice: Who?
Luthor: (Sighing) I swear we need to stop cloning people from the 80's, continue, Superman seemed distracted.
Agent Andolphson: He was more than distracted sir, he seemed entranced.
Jurgens Loan and Savings
Sept. 18th, 20XX
11:55pm
Superman
I had to shake my head I was so stunned.
For a second I didn't even recognize him he looked so different to me. What was seconds before, just a timid, teenager was now the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
Where did that thought come from?
I tried to close my eyes so I could refocus…I was straight, always had been…I'd never had thoughts like that before…but here I was…staring at another male.
"Keep going," the man said to the kid.
"Look at me," the boy said unsure.
My eyes immediately went back to him, and I was lost again.
His face was angelic…I mean so pretty I could weep…I had been so wrong about his form. He wasn't skinny, he was all mean muscle with definition that defied description. His eyes were wide with terror as his head shook slightly, like he was trying to warn me off, but it was no use…
I was instantly obsessed with him.
"M-my name is Peter…and I am your better."
His words seemed nonsense at first, I mean he was a kid…how could he…but then it began to dawn on me. His perfection, his beauty…he was better than me…but…but…
I winced, a spike of pain going through my brain.
"Hit him again," the man ordered.
Peter grabbed the sweatshirt and pressed it to my face again, that smell engulfing me…I inhaled deeply and felt a wave of relaxation…
It was pulled away from me and Peter stood there, "I am your better."
I slowly nodded my head, unsure what was going on.
"I am your superior," he repeated, as if he was reading off a script.
I nodded, "You are my superior in most things."
"I told you it wouldn't work," Peter said turning to the man.
"How is he not your superior?" the man asked me.
I looked over to him, gritting my teeth to keep from answering.
He nudged Peter, "Make him answer."
Peter looked at me and under his breath he said, "I'm so sorry…" and then louder, "How am I not your superior?"
"You are a boy…I'm a man," I said, that pain screaming in my head.
The man chuckled, "Ah, so that's how it is."
"What?" Peter asked him, confused.
"Hit him again," he ordered, and Peter covered my face with the hoodie…leaving me in peaceful bliss for a moment.
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Luthor: So, it's true?
Agent Andolphson: It appears it is, so I remedied the situation.
Jurgens Loan and Savings
Sept. 18th, 20XX
11:57pm
Superman
I heard Peter arguing with the man, but one sharp word and it went silent.
The hoodie was removed, and I blinked a few times, trying to gather my wits. I looked up…
And I felt my ego shatter.
The man had stripped Peter, who stood before me naked as the day he was born. His body was fully revealed, and it was a work of art. Every line of muscle was clearly defined on his body, smooth, supple skin, pert, chewable nipples, insane abs…
But all I saw was his member, it was enormous.
To make it clear, it would have been massive on a grown man, but on a teen, it looked ludicrous. I couldn't stop staring at it as my mouth went dry…
"I am your superior," Peter said again, and my head bobbed up and down of its own accord. And in my mind, he was. Growing up I had always possessed the biggest penis around. I hadn't been aware of it but by junior high my size had become a legend and I realized that I was not normal in any way. Once I realized I was bigger, I had become obsessed with making sure I was the biggest. It was an almost compulsive behavior that had worried me for a while until I asked the hologram of my late father if that behavior was normal.
It informed me that it was normal for Kryptonians and then explained why. Somewhere in Krypton's past, leadership was based on dominance and the ability to further the species. Men with larger endowments were chosen by the women to mate with and therefore became leaders. Dick size became synonymous with authority, so two things happened genetically. One, because of selective breeding, the men of my race are well endowed, it is just a trait passed down for centuries. Imagine what kind of cock you would have if all of your ancestors possessed the biggest dick of the tribe and passed that down. But the second thing, and more importantly, was that subconsciously, we were always checking size. It wasn't even a thing that we did on purpose, it was inbred into us that the biggest dick wins…so we are always on the lookout for it.
It was the first thing I did when I saw Conner, the very first thing was check his size. And from the way he hung on my words and followed my orders, he had checked as well. So up until now, I had been the biggest man I had ever seen, therefore, I was the superior man.
Until now.
My mind began to unspool as I watched that fucking monster swing between the boy's legs like a my very own sword of Damocles waiting to fall on me. I was more than transfixed, I was nearly hypnotized! Millions of years of evolution fought with my common sense that I was a heterosexual male and that this was a teenage boy! Ancient urges that hadn't been unleashed on a Kryptonian since the dawn of time were now rushing through my body and I couldn't stop them.
My hands fell to my side as I stared, mouth slightly open as I just…surrendered.
The man nudged Peter, "You know what to do."
Peter took a deep breath and said in a miserable tone, "M-mister Superman…kiss my thing."
My mind screamed, my thoughts raced, I could feel every single atom of my being fight it…but something deeper moved me forward…extending my tongue…
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Luthor: AND??
Agent Andolphson: And he did it.
Jurgens Loan and Savings
Sept. 18th, 20XX
11:58pm
Superman
My lips touched the warm shaft and I felt something shift in my soul.
"Oh…" Peter softly gasped as he felt Superman's lips touch his penis and it began to grow.
I wanted to stop, I wanted to fly far away…but as it got bigger my desire grew with it, it got to half mast and I moaned as it filled my vision.
"Y-you don't…" Peter began to say but the man cut him off.
I was trembling, trying to fight my urges but as it got fully hard, extending away from his smooth, flat stomach I lost it and began to lick up the long shaft like it was a popsicle. Peter lost his balance, and his hands gripped my head to steady himself, but all I felt was him pushing me down on it. The compulsion to obey him was maddening and I began to really slather his cock, moving up and down the towering piece of flesh, finally grasping the base of the monster with one hand to hold it steady.
"Oh god…" Peter exclaimed, and it was obvious this was the first time he had been touched like this. The fact he was a virgin shamed and enflamed me simultaneously and I began to lick harder, rolling my tongue around his thick head as I looked up at him. He looked down in shock, seemingly amazed that the world's strongest man was sexually pleasing him.
The man leaned and said in Peter's ear, "Force him."
Peter closed his eyes and gulped before looking down at me with a sad expression said, "I have to…" and then in a much louder voice, "Suck it!" and pushed my mouth down on him, impaling me on his length.
This couldn't be happening, Superman on his knees sucking a teen's cock? I was screaming internally as I became more and more obsessed with him, I had never sucked a dick before, but I was quickly finding myself drowning in the need to please this boy. At first, I was hesitant, trying to maintain my sexuality the best I could but when the first drop of precum hit my tongue…
I was lost.
I heard myself grunt as I worshipped his cock, my mind encoding his dominance over me as he forced my head down further and further. There was a fire burning through my thoughts as I felt him hit the back of my throat. As I began to gag, I could feel my past start to burn to ash. I vaguely knew I was married but I couldn't remember her name as my eyes began to tear up. I felt his head push the opening of my throat and I knew there had been a girl in the past, as I feel myself start to choke on him the color of her hair faded, her eyes vanished until all I knew was him.
I slapped at him to let me breathe but the man snapped, "Keep going!" and Pete said, "Take it…oh jeez, take it all."
His words seeped into my thoughts and my hands fell to my side as he began to force more and more down my throat.
"Again!" the man commanded.
"Um, keep going, swallow all of it…more…oh god!" he exclaimed as he finally pushed past my tongue and began to fuck my throat. It hurt, the huge, bulbous head stretching my neck out as my vision blurred. I couldn't remember a time before this cock, all I knew was being a hole to him, submitting before his magnificence. His words were coming from far away now as he began to pump in and out of my mouth, using me as the cum receptacle I was born to be.
"Choke him out!" the man yelled, from what seemed very far away, "Do it!"
Pete's thrusts became frantic, and I dimly realized he was going to cum down my throat…and I felt my own cock throb at the thought of it. I felt my consciousness start to dwindle away as I heard the boy gasp and then start to empty his balls down my throat…
The realization I had brought him to climax sent me over the edge, I began to convulse as I came untouched…staining my uniform before finally succumbing to the darkness…
And then nothing.
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04:25am
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(Silence for several minutes)
Luthor: Tell me we have the footage of this.
Female voice: We do sir, it's stored on your private server.
Luthor: Excellent, so he is unconscious, what did you do then?
Agent Andolphson: I prepped the asset for when he woke up.
Luthor: How did that go?
(Pause) Agent Andolphson: I should have known there was going to be a problem then.
Jurgens Loan and Savings
Sept. 18th, 20XX
12:01am
As soon as Superman hit the floor the boy lost it.
"Oh god!" Peter cried, "Is he dead?"
Agent Andolphson pulled the boy away and checked on the Kryptonian, "No, but he sure seems happy."
The front of Superman's trunks were wet, it was obvious he had ejaculated in them as he passed out. His pulse as strong and he was breathing…which meant on to phase two.
He stood up and looked at the terrified boy, "Ok, you know what's next. When he wakes up you assert dominance and then tell him to obey me."
"Just leave him alone!" Peter demanded, "He's Superman, you can't do this to him!"
Agent Andolphson growled and approached the boy, "Listen punk, you have to do what I say, and I say when he wakes up, assert dominance and then tell him to obey me. You got that?"
Peter nodded, clearly terrified.
"You know the sad part is you don't even know you're a clone. In fact, right now, you aren't even understanding what I am saying because you've been programmed not to hear anything that might tip you off. You're just a rich man's toy and have no idea, pathetic."
Peter just stared at him, as if he hadn't spoken.
Agent Andolphson shook his head, "Just do as you're told or else!"
Peter nodded, hating every second of it.
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Female Voice: So, he isn't aware he is a clone as well?
Luthor: Of course not, I've learned my lesson about letting clones know they are clones. It goes to their head.
Female voice: So, he is unaware of everything we are saying right now.
Luthor: Agent Andolphson, what was the last thing I said?
Agent Andolphson: You asked me how it went prepping the asset.
Female voice: Fascinating, what a limited existence.
Luthor: So, what happened when Superman woke up?
Agent Andolphson: The asset asserted dominance.
Jurgens Loan and Savings
Sept. 18th, 20XX
12:12am
Superman
I slowly woke up, images of lewd and disgusting acts dancing though my head as someone told me to wake up. I must have overslept again, and Lois was waking me up for work. I opened my eyes and saw a blurry figure looking down at me.
"Ok, ok…I'm up," I croaked.
A hand slapped my face, and I was instantly awake.
"Wake up I said!" Pete said, slapping me again.
I flinched as he raised his hand again and he froze.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" he said quickly, and the man cleared his throat. His expression instantly changed, "I mean wake up, now."
I sat up, my memories coming back to me in a flash. I was still in the bank…oh my god the things I had done!
"Look at me," Pete said, and my eyes immediately snapped to him. He was so gorgeous; I had no idea how such a creature could just walk around like the rest of us. I glance down and saw his cock, swinging between his legs and I felt my own ego shrink again as my mind focused on his tool and I accepted my position under him.
"Say it as we practiced," the man said to Pete.
Pete closed his eyes, seemingly resigned to his fate. The man nudged him, and he looked sternly at me, "My eyes are up here," he said, slapping me again.
My eyes watered from the sting of his hit, which shocked me even more. That hurt…part of me asked myself how this kid could hurt me, but the rest of my brain accepted it…he was my superior, of course he could harm me. I looked him in the eyes, hoping he didn't hit me again…
"I am your superior, right?"
I nodded as a lancing pain shot through my skull. I winced and grasped the sides of my head, so the man said, "Do it again."
Pete grabbed a chunk of hair and raised my head, shoving it under his arm.
I was expecting to be disgusted but there was that scent again and I inhaled deeply…just getting lost in the scent…
"I am your superior, aren't I?"
I nodded, burying my nose deep in his pit.
"And you'll do anything I say?"
Another nod.
He ripped my head out from under his arm, "You will listen to this man like he is me." I glanced over to the man, "He is your superior as well."
I looked at the man, he didn't seem that impressive…
"Again," the man ordered, and Peter grabbed my head and shoved it back into his arm.
"I am your superior," Pete said soothingly, "You will do what I say…"
I nodded again, my tongue starting to slip out of my mouth…
He made me look him in the eyes again, "Then this man is your superior as well."
I looked at the man again and Pete's words seemed into my brain, and I slowly nodded.
The man pushed Peter aside and smiled down at me, "Hello bitch, my name is Gunnar…and I'll be your master tonight."
I just stared blankly at him…unable to resist.
He stripped his shirt off and I was impressed by his physique, he was clearly in great shape for a human. From the look of it he had been special forces, very cut, very lean, very powerful for sure. His short, blond hair still looked like he was active duty, I wonder how a man like him had ended up robbing a bank.
The bank! What was I doing!
I shook my head and looked around, what was going on.
"Look at me bitch," he ordered, and I looked up at him and scowled. I had to give him credit, he didn't panic, instead he just said, "Hit him!"
Before I could react, something was thrown over my head and my senses were engulfed in his musk again…my mind instantly fogged up and I felt all of my anger just vanish. I relaxed completely and just inhaled as much as I could.
When it was removed Gunnar was there, clad only in a jockstrap.
"I am your better, aren't I?"
I nodded mutely, not sure where I was.
"SAY IT!" he said punching me in the jaw. I went flying to my ass, more shocked than hurt by the blow.
He took a step forward and I cowered, "You're my better!" I screamed in a panic.
"You're my slave," he added, and I balked.
"Again."
The hoodie was put over my head and this time I was ready, I inhaled the best I could…but the scent was fading…lesser…I pushed it to my face to get that feeling back…but there was no denying it wasn't as strong as before.
It was pulled away and Gunnar was there, "You are my slave."
I shook my head agonizingly slow, my defiance coming from somewhere deep within me.
"Ok, Pete…give him a taste from the source."
I didn't know what that meant until Peter knelt down next to me, "Just do as he says," he whispered before he raised his arm…exposing his armpit.
The smell was overwhelming! I dove into his pit, my nose burying into the damp hairs, sending my body into overdrive. I sniffed and sniffed, feeling my urge to fight just die inside of me as I wanted more. The smell wasn't enough…as my self-control crumbled my tongue darted out and took a swipe of the ripe pit. Tiny explosions went off behind my eyes as my whole body responded to the pleasure and I dove in, frantically lapping at this youth's armpit.
I don't know how long I knelt there, grunting like a pig, debasing myself but it was some time before Gunnar said, "That's enough."
Pete shoved my face back but I tried to dive back in.
"HEY!" Gunnar snapped and I jumped, looking up in shock, "Bad dog! Heel!"
The words were disgusting but I still found myself doing as he said, getting close to his legs and staying perfectly still.
"There we go…you're my slave, right?"
I nodded and he slapped my face, "Bad dog…you're my slave, right?"
Rationally I could feel my horror as barking for him, but he was my better, my master…he was the one in charge, the one who was better…all I could do was follow.
His smile was huge, "Good dog…bark again."
I barked louder, loving his praise like it was candy.
"Who's the best boy…ok Superslut…kiss my feet."
He extended his foot, and I hesitated slightly before I took it and began kissing the top of it. As he laughed, I felt my rage returning and stopped. I looked up, my brain processing two images of him. The god one and the real one…
"God damn," he said shaking his head, "Other side Pete."
The kid appeared next to me and pulled my face into his other pit, and I meekly began to submit again. Gunnar knelt down next to me, pushing my face into the boy's body, "Get in there you mutt, get all of it…that's it…what a good pit pig you are."
His words were stinging but not to me, I was in heaven as I lapped at the teen's sweaty pit like it was the finest meal I has ever had. After what seemed like forever Gunnar pulled my head back my hair and made me look at him, "Kiss my feet."
I moaned as I went down and began kissing the top of his foot, lavishing it with all my attention as Gunnar laughed, "Come on bitch, get in there."
I did as he said, willingly licking between his toes and up the sides, tying my best to comply to his wishes.
"Ok, enough of that…look at me."
I stopped and looked up at him, my heartbeat racing.
He cupped his jockstrap, "This is a little dirty, clean it up some for me."
I lunged at his crotch, liking the material covering his cock the best I could. The smell was foul and as I continued, I found myself hating it more and more, until I was mortified at what I was doing! I pulled back and he sighed, "Jesus fucking Christ, kid, toss me your jock."
Pete moved over to the pile of clothes where he had stripped and pulled a jockstrap out of his jeans and threw it at Gunnar. He caught it and looked down at me, "You're really making this take too much time."
He pulled the jockstrap over my face, putting the pouch over my nose and mouth…
My entire world shrank as I smelled Pete's scent and was transported to nirvana. Again, all I knew was worshipping these men and nothing else. Gunnar looked down at me and asked, "You're my bitch?" I nodded. "You'll do anything I want?" Another nod. "Use your heat vision and free my guys so we can rob this bank."
Without a second thought I let a burst of heat and melt the door away, freeing the criminals.
"Ok then…now we're talking," he boasted, "Now let's see if this works like I read…" he began to fish his cock out and I was ready to suck it instantly. He took it out and aimed it at me, "Smile."
I did as he told as a stream of warm liquid hit me dead in the face.
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Luthor: You did what?
Agent Andolphson: I urinated on him.
Luthor: Why?
Agent Andolphson: I read the report of the first asset doing the same on Superboy. He was marking his territory; I did the same.
(Luthor chuckles)
Luthor: Billions of dollars and years wasted when all I needed to do was piss on him. Ok, continue…
Jurgens Loan and Savings
Sept. 18th, 20XX
12:14am
Superman
Something inside me died as I felt his piss rain over me. I could hear me true self sob as I let this normal man, who I could destroy with a thought, defile me like I was some common whore. That small voice told me to fight back, to resist, to fucking do anything…I was Superman! I couldn't just let this happen…
But I did…on some level I wanted this…liked it…
And I heard that voice die.
I began to laugh as he coated me in urine, "Thank you sir! Thank you!"
He finished and shook the last drops on me, "Well now…looks like we broke him."
His words were nonsense to me, all I knew was that I needed to please him, serve him…
"So, let's try this…suck my cock cunt."
Without a thought I took his member into my mouth. I rolled my tongue around it, desperately trying to get him hard as quickly as possible. As he began to harden, I moaned, knowing I was bringing him pleasure, therefore justifying my existence. I could hear Peter sobbing no as I worked the growing dick.
"Please don't do this Mister Superman…" he said quietly, but I ignored him because he wasn't talking to me, I was just a hole to be used…I didn't have a name.
Once he was hard Gunnar grabbed my head and shoved me down on him, I gagged as his cock hit the back of my throat but neither one of us cared. He was intent to strangle me with his cock and I was willing to let him. I began to choke as he lodged his cock down my throat, I was struggling to breathe but it didn't matter…I was serving him…obeying my better.
"Come on cunt," Gunnar raged, "Fucking gag on that tool."
"You're killing him!" Pete screamed and Gunanr looked over at him.
"Shut up, stand there and watch me choke him out."
Pete's mouth closed as he stood there, tears running down his face.
Gunnar grabbed my ears and began to viscously thrust down my throat. My neck burned as his huge cockhead forced its way further and further down my throat. Drool ran down the sides of my mouth as he just jackrabbited his cock in and out of my mouth while I just let him.
The worst part was all this had turned me on more than I could ever recall being. My cock was rock hard in my trunks, ready to shoot at a moment's notice without being touched once. My vision was blurry with my tears as he choked me slowly with that massive cock. My hands hung at my side uselessly as his balls slapped my chin…I could hear him grunting…getting close.
"Am going to shoot down your fucking throat," he growled, "You ready to take it?"
I dimly nodded around his dick…a roaring sound filling my ears as the world began to grow dark around me. Thought I had no memory of who I was…I knew that dying like this…on my knees sucking a cock…wasn't right.
I ignored that of course because it felt so perfect…
"Fucking choking Superman out…" he marveled, "You make such a good slut…"
His words brought me joy, even as I started to lose consciousness.
"Do it…drink my load…" he cried as he began to shoot down my throat. As my eyes rolled back and I passed out I knew I was cumming as well…from a job well done…I was a good boy…a very good boy…
Undisclosed Lexcorp Site
Sept. 19th, 20XX
04:38am
Transcript of Lexcorp Interim Action Report Case Number DON 1.05
(silence for several seconds)
Luthor: Well…all of that sounds productive…what went wrong?
Agent Andolphson: I left the asset with him as I went to check on the men. By the time I realized my mistake it was too late.
Luthor: What mistake was that?
Agent Andolphson: I didn't tell the asset not to do anything.
Jurgens Loan and Savings
Sept. 18th, 20XX
12:17am
Superman
I felt someone slapping my face.
I groaned, the taste of cum in my mouth. My eyes fluttered open and I saw Pete…
"Wake up!" he said in a hushed tone, "You have to wake up!"
I nodded dimly and he rolled his eyes and pulled my head into his arm pit, I inhaled deeply and the next time he said, "Wake up," I was instantly awake.
"Listen to me," he said quickly, his eyes darting behind me to where the bank vault was, "You have to go…fly as far away from here as you can. You got that?"
I nodded.
He leaned in and kissed me; it was surprisingly tender given the night's events. I felt myself melting into it before he pulled back, "Go. Now!"
Without hesitation and I took off, flying straight up as fast as I could. It took seconds to leave the atmosphere…and the full brilliance of the sun hit. Bathing me in its power…
I feel an intense flare of pain in my head, and I curl into a fetal position as I ride through the agony…
And then it's gone…I blink a couple of times…how did I get up here? I looked around…my mind was so foggy…what was that taste in my mouth? Images danced across my memory…
Nothing…
Oh well, it will come back to me, I'm sure.
Undisclosed Lexcorp Site
Sept. 19th, 20XX
04:41am
Transcript of Lexcorp Interim Action Report Case Number DON 1.05
Agent Andolphson: As I said sir, I take full responsibility for what occurred. I should have never let the asset alone…
Luthor: Agent Gunnar…it's ok.
Agent Andolphson: It is?
Luthor: I never expected this to succeed, I was more interested in seeing if command could be transferred, you've proven it could. From where I am sitting that's a win."
Agent Andolphson: But we lost Superman sir…that was the objective. I understand if you wish to deal with the asset and me.
Luthor: Trust me, the alien is going nowhere. You did fine work, and frankly you two cost too much to destroy. Mercy here will find a place for the asset; you can wait in my quarters. Trust me when I say, you will be rewarded.
Agent Andolphson: Thank you sir, I hope to do better next time.
Agent Andolphson: I am sure you will, we're done here.
Mercy: Yes sir, end recording.
2121 Webster St
October 26, 20XX
09:03am
"How old is this?" Tim asked.
"A month," Waller said putting her coffee down, "I had heard of some talk about some thugs claiming that they had seen Superman blow some guys. It seemed too ridiculous to be true, so I tracked it down. I was surprised to find that."
Tim looked over the transcript again, "He isn't after Donnie."
Amanda shook her head, "He's making a new one."
"Fuck…" Tim said, transferring the data to his private server before handing the tablet back to her, "This is bad."
She smiled, "And now you know why I'm here."
He thought about it for a very long time, moving the information around in his head, trying to find a win.
After five minutes he realized he couldn't.
"Is what you told me true?"
She nodded, "If it isn't we're all dead."
Tim had to agree with her.
"Ok, I know what I need to do now."
"What's that?" she asked as Tim out a fresh uniform on.
"Speedsters," he said grabbing his motorcycle helmet, "I'm going to need speedsters."
He turned and walked out the front door, "Lock up when you're done," and left.
He had work to do.