The brawny dozen dragged their captive, led by his tightly grasped dick, to a nearby table marked “ONE”. The choking cape was removed from around his throat allowing him to breathe easier, even through the gag. The muscular men placed the Man of Steel in a seated, slightly reclining position at the center of a large cushioned table. His hands were secured to a wide bar above his head and slightly behind him, stretching his arms to their muscular limit, causing his massive chest to expand to its fullest. His muscular thighs and calves were secured and belted in a position that caused his knees to be spread widely apart, his balls hanging freely, without support. His ankles were chained to steel rings; their bases embedded into the painted concrete floor. A strong leather harness bound his upper body to a cushioned backrest and his head was pushed back and buckled into a pre-formed rest that hugged his cheeks tightly, restricting lateral movement. The chair had obviously been custom-built to accommodate the exact shape of his body. Grips, footrests and handrails jutted from sides and top. Thus, the Man of Steel was immobilized. Bound and gagged. Splayed in front of these muscular, numbered fiends with his boiling, raging hard-on in full view. Now that the helpless hero was secured, they pleasured themselves while they stared at him and laughed and jeered. Superman ignored them. The cool air circulating and whispering around his penis and testicles was a new and welcomed feeling. His body was now ultimately super-sensitive, immersed in the rapture of the alien aphrodisiac being circulated by the ventilation system. The opening in his leotard was pressing tightly on the base of his cock, easing his urgent need to explode; his body hungered for more sensation. It was his costume itself, such a source of erotic delight before this point, that brought him out of his reverie as the hard belt buckle began to painfully dig into the sensitive skin behind his scrotum, where Luthor had jammed it. His drugged body magnified the pain just as it did the pleasure. His mind cleared momentarily. “Luthor! That evil motherfucker!” he thought, then immediately admonished himself for using profanity. He quickly and secretly tested his bonds and felt a slight bend of the overhead bar. He backed off. He didn’t want to give himself away. Superman considered the recent past. He had not only been initially devastated by the weakening rays of the red sun but he’d also been forcibly drugged and furiously struggling and fighting his bondage hard for the last forty-five minutes. Perhaps, if he rested, he could summon up his reserves of super-strength once more. He wasn’t given the chance to attempt a recovery: Luthor strode confidently into the room. His manhood swayed in his crotch as he walked towards the splayed superhero. “Comfy, Superman? Do you like the chair I had made specially for you?” he asked tauntingly. Superman’s eyes flashed anger as Luthor approached. “I see my clients haven’t touched your dick, just as instructed. Good.” He climbed up onto the table and came over to where Superman sat, helpless and exposed. “Don’t worry, Kal-el, I want nothing to do with your ridiculously oversized horse cock.” He smiled evilly. “Actually it disgusts me. You see, alien, I am a true pussy man. I love the feel, the taste and the smell of a woman, particularly one woman. I think you know her. No doubt you’ve torn and spoiled her with your repulsive tool and spilled your vile Kryptonian slime into her delicate and fragile flower.” Superman’s eyes widened. “Yes. You know I’m speaking of your beautiful wife, Lois. She was the only woman worthy of me and I almost had her before you plucked my lovely blossom from my grasp.” Luthor went on. “Oh yes, I’ve known for years that you and that dolt Clark Kent are one and the same. It took me this long to finance your undoing, Superman. Now you will be humbled before me in a most cruel and enjoyable fashion.” He stepped down from the platform and said, “Gentlemen, please present our other prisoner.” Superman grunted with surprise as a gagged Jimmy Olsen was led into the room. His hands were cuffed in front of him and he wore only crotchless leather biker chaps. Superman noticed his bright orange pubic hair. Jimmy’s exposed penis and testicles were wrapped in a black fishnet sheath, making the flaccid dick jut limply from his groin. Dried blood crusted on his chest, having leaked from where his nipples had been crudely pierced with large metal rings. Chains were attached to a collar around his neck and his captors tugged cruelly at his tethers. A purple bruise covered one side of his still-boyish face. Tears began to well in the Man of Steel’s eyes. He winced at his friend’s obvious discomfort; Luthor relished his pain. “Bring our other guest over to say hello, men,” Luthor sneered. “Don’t worry Superman: at age twenty-one, he’s still a virgin in every way. But we’re going to take care of that, aren’t we boys?” The “dozen” laughed and hooted, their stained and oozing crotches beginning to swell again as Luthor roughly grasped the young man by his flaming hair, bringing him to within a few feet of the Man of Steel. “What do you think of your hero now, young Olsen?” Luthor laughed. “Remove his gag.” A man came forward immediately, cum dripping lazily down his legs, and removed the gag from behind, making sure to rub his oozing, seeping pouch across Jimmy’s buttocks, leaving a glistening smear. Jimmy rubbed his jaw. “G-Golly, Superman!” was all he could say as he stared at the Man of Steel’s helpless form, his huge cock on display right in front of Jimmy’s face. Superman’s face turned bright red and he winced with shame. Luthor howled with laughter his dick beginning to swell at the sight of Superman’s humiliation. He fingered his cock and smiled with satisfaction as he mounted the platform. “Prepare him, please!” he ordered. Two of the muscular men removed Jimmy’s cuffs and pushed him towards Superman’s crotch. Jimmy started to back away but a few rough tugs on the nipple rings made him submit. “Ow!” he whooped in pain. “Jeepers, that hurts!” Superman closed his eyes and grimaced or he might have noticed the aphrodisiac-soaked cloth before it was pushed again into his face. His confined body arched in the seat as the overwhelming tingling began again. Superman could feel the ultra-magnified sensitivity racing again through his costumed body, his skin tuned to the slightest sensation. “That dose should just about saturate his body with the drug,” Luthor cackled. “Numbers Eight and Nine, get Olsen into position!” Luther ordered. Jimmy was led to the area between Superman’s legs and was told to get down on his knees. “Put your arms up and around the outside of each thigh!” ordered number Nine. Jimmy hesitantly touched the fabric of his hero’s costume, not believing that this could be happening. His scrawny arms encircled the powerful thighs, each as hard as a rock, each muscle outlined by the moist, clingy fabric. He could smell the Man of Steel’s sweet musk rising from his moist loins. Superman moaned and he tried to thrust his hips forward, overcome again by the rapture of touch. His penis was swelling again to straining proportions and it poked Jimmy in the face. “Lick it,” said Luthor as he looked down from above. “Take it in your mouth.” Jimmy’s eyes were wide with dread as he looked at the throbbing rod. He stuck out his tongue and touched the very end to Superman’s throbbing cock head. “Take it in your mouth and suck it!” he heard and he felt a hand smartly slap his exposed ass. His hair was tightly grasped, forcing his face forward. He opened his mouth wide and placed his lips around the engorged shaft. He sucked the dick in a little further but realized his gag reflex was going into effect: He choked and spit out the cock in a shower of spittle and drool. Rough hands once again seized his hair and he was ordered again to suck. Someone sat heavily on his back, preventing him from moving away. Jimmy closed his eyes and opened his mouth and as his lips enveloped the crown his head was pushed savagely from behind. The saliva-drenched cock slid all the way down his throat but he couldn’t move to spit it out. His head was roughly pulled back and forth from behind, causing the engorged phallus to slide in and out against his teeth, the head swabbing past Jimmy’s tonsils. Two and Four moved in and grabbed the supercock to help push the shaft in and out of the violated mouth. Superman shivered with pleasure. He was surely going to cum soon but vaguely remembered that there was a reason he shouldn’t. He felt someone straddle his chest and he opened his blue eyes. He was staring right at Luthor’s rigid, oozing, eight-inch, circumcised cock. He could smell his sex as Luthor reached toward the grab bar over Superman’s head. “That gag you’re wearing is designed to emulate your wife’s vagina, Kal-el. Since you’ve soiled hers, I’m going to fuck your cherry pussy mouth instead, Man of Steel, while your little pal sucks you off!” Luthor produced a tube of jelly and he slathered gobs of it around the opening of the gag and along his engorged shaft. “This lubricant contains some of your favorite Kryptonian love juice, Alien. Thank god your teeth are muzzled. Oh baby, this’ll blow you away!” he said as he roughly rammed his full eight inches into his captive’s mouth. Superman tightly closed his eyes as his mouth was filled with the hard, fleshy cock. He swallowed reflexively and the melting aphrodisiac coated his mouth and throat. The drug took immediate effect and Superman sucked and sucked as the cock pounded in and out, again and again. He never tasted anything as wonderful in his whole life. He tried to swallow the delicious cock every time it rammed down his throat and worked his tongue frantically, causing Luthor to scream in ecstasy. Meanwhile the pleasure of having his own cock sucked and handled was bringing him rapidly to the brink himself. Luthor felt his orgasm coming and he ground his hips in closer to the sucking mouth. He was pounding mercilessly at the Man of Steel’s face, knowing that his ultimate goal was about to be realized. Just as his orgasm exploded he removed his spewing cock from Superman’s mouth and shot a stream of glistening jism onto the hero’s handsome face. Luthor then re-deposited his gushing rod into the waiting mouth. His cock pumped what felt like a gallon of cum down the Man of Tomorrow’s eager throat. The hot wetness enveloping his shaft was heavenly. Tears of evil joy trickled from his eyes and splashed on Superman’s face, mingling with his evil load. This was his greatest, his most triumphant moment. Superman was ecstatic with his oncoming orgasm. He could no longer contain his electric excitement and his abdomen constricted as his own penis erupted with his hot, creamy cum, its incredible force blowing the mouth from around his shaft. He simultaneously felt the dick in his mouth start spewing its salty liquid, then spurting on his face. He savored the sensory delight of both feelings. When the cock was presented again he zealously swallowed and swallowed the tasty sauce as it spewed from the cock head, sucking mightily until the soft, flaccid dick was withdrawn. He felt himself continuing to cum long after the object was removed from his mouth and he now concentrated solely on enjoying just that. He moaned with pleasure at his release. It had been so long and he had experienced so many new feelings. The tip of his cock was still dripping and as rock hard as ever. He could feel his juices flowing rapturously from the tip of his cock and soon other hungry mouths came to feed. His ejaculation lasted for almost ten minutes and One through Twelve had sucked him and swallowed his hot, sweet, alien cum. Superman was totally spent. He was drenched in sweat and the cool air of the room felt fabulous as it cooled down his tight, wet, spandex costume. He finally felt some of the rigidity going out of his cock but the massive shaft was still semi-erect. He had broken down the outer door only 98 minutes ago, but now it felt like a lifetime. Peacefully, amazingly, he dozed off. Comments to: JohnanymousDoe@aol.com
