On a late evening in June, when all the crime fighting was done for the day Superman flew home to his Metropolis apartment, unaware of the danger that lurked therein. He walked in tiredly (it was a ruff day, even for him) and not bothering to remove his costume (the one that clung tightly to his body and outlined his gorgeous physique, I might add), he fell over on his bed into sleep. A dark figure entered the room, walked over to our super hunk, and shot him up with a liquid. He jumped up, only conscious for about 3 seconds, and then fell to the floor sleeping even harder than before. He woke up, chained to a cold lab table, in Kryptonite plated stainless steal cuffs. He was as weak as a human man, lying their alone. There was a bright light shining on him, it would not allow him to see more than 2 feet away, for the rest of the room was dark. A shadow slowly approached. It was the shadow of a man, but Clark didn't know who it was. The shadow spoke with a deep, smooth sounding voice, "I have you now, and there is NO escape." "Who are you, what do you want with me," Clark asked in repetition. "You don't know?" Clark thought about that voice, and the sinister memory came to mind, as it stepped into the light...Lex Luthor! "Luthor, I should have known. What do you want," Superman asked with a low tone. "I want YOU." "I know that -- why?" "Do you not understand, I WANT YOU." Horribly disgusting thoughts began cycling through Superman's head. He struggled to get free, but it was no use. "Wanna have a little fun," Luthor asked smugly. Clark shamefully looked away. Luthor took out a knife and cut Superman's wrist. I simply grew back together before the knife was out of his skin. Luthor, thinking that trial and error might work, cut Superman's ear off. The old ear dissolved, and a new one grew back on Clark. Luthor looked into Clark's eyes and said again, in a slightly more seductive key, "Wanna have a little fun?!" He pulled Clark's collar out, then slashed his costume's shirt off. Superman was the most divinely built person on Earth. Everything was perfect. Muscles perfectly in place, two erect nipples (of perfect size) from the cold room, and no chest hair. Lex stradled our hero at the waist, and rubbed himself all over Clark. He held a Krytonite chunk right in Clark's face and said smugly, "If you don't do exactly what the fuck I say I am gonna ram this shit so far your fuck'n ass, you'll be able to lick it, go that?" "What are you gonna do," Clark asked in a quivering voice. Luthor looked down at Clark's bulging briefs, ripped them off in the heat of passion, and said, "Anything I want to." Superman's impressive limp cock rolled out on the table, along with two huge, finger lick'n good balls. His cock laid perfectly aligned with his perfect balls, limping at 9 inches. "Good God," Lex exclaimed in awe. His balls were like eggs, and Luthor tried to fit them both in one hand, and it didn't work. He played with his balls and cock, causing a deep groan to emit from our hero's well plated chest. Luthor pulled out his latest invention. It rolled, and fit right under the table. Clark felt a hole open beneath him. The machine started ass fucking him with a plastic dildo. Clark didn't have any pain, even though the dildo was as thick as a sausage. "Think you can take more?" Luthor turned the controls all the way up. Clark began bucking up and down faster than a greyhound panting after a race. A deep groan came from Superman as the machined ass fucked like it would never happen again. Luthor stripped naked, kind of impressive, but he was so small compared to Clark. As the machined fucked on, Clark started to moan, in pleasure, as Luthor got on the table and took one of his balls and sucked it. Superman was really whining by then. The machine started to tickle his prostate, and he yelled, "Aiyeee!!" Luthor pressed a button, the chains came up and flipped in mid air, causing Clark to flip over and land on the table, he landed, well, on himself, smashing his balls. He said ouch, but the pain was gone before he finished to word. Luthor began ass fucking Clark. I neglected to mention, that his cock was now stretching from that hole in the table, so the machine took it in, and spoiled him. Superman began bucking again, but only because he wanted to. Luthor penetrated the virgin super-ass, and shot his wad into the hunk. Luthor walked into a room, and pressed a button, releasing Superman, but simultaneously shielding him. Buck naked, and horny as ever, Clark beat through the tough steal shell surrounding Luthor. He said, "I am still horny, and you are going to learn a lesson!" Clark flipped Luthor over and began plowing his super-manhood into Luthor. Luthor screamed for mercy as Clark's massive dick, now standing at attention at 12 and a quarter inches, rammed up his tense faggy super villain ass. He then did something no man has ever done. He shot his load up Luthor's ass, and flew home with his suit. Luthor looked at the liquid dripping off his leg. IT WAS BLUE!! Superman's wad is blue, wow?! He thought about it. And three months later, he noticed a bulge in his stomach. Doctors X-rayed it, and found out something incredibly weird. Superman had impregnated Luthor. I guess it goes to show you, never tie down people to fuck them, 'cause it ain't right, or something. Superman came and picked up Superboy later in that year, and Luthor was horny. But all Superman had to do was whip out his massive tool, and Luthor would understand right away. The end.
