The police were busily scanning the area for the notorious cashier robber that has been succeeding in disappearing after every heist somehow, even from Superman. It's suspected he has managed to escape from view thru a use of lead covering which Superman finds hard to penetrate with his xray vision. Somehow he plans his robberies after burying a small lead type escape portal from which he hides until the coast is clear. So far no one has been able to prove it. Superman thought it would be a good idea to foot walk the area and notify the impending neighborhood busineses that the robber was seeming to travel towards this direction next. After notifying the local drug store he went around the corner and came across a small worn out building called KATIE'S ADULT BOOK STORE. He went inside and the door was rigged with a ringing bell, but nobody was inside except a balding cashier man slumped down appearing to read an old newspaper. Superman cleared his throat and said to the cashier, "Excuse me, but could I have your attention please." The old man looked up and was wearing bi-focal glasses. He looked curious, winced at Superman and layed his paper folded. "Can I help you", he asked. "Yes," Superman went on, "I'm here to warn you of a notorious robber that may be in the area soon and please be aware of it to lock your business with tight security." "Oh, we dont keep much money around here," said the old man. "Our sales are slow and we probably wont stay open for business for more than a year before we sell this place. I'm not worried." "Oh," said Superman who was standing right next to the old man within good viewing range and holding his left hand steady on the counter while proping his left foot across th right. Thereby exposing the fact that he was indeed, A SUPERMAN. The old man who had worked at this adult book store was well aware of the properties of manhood. He had noticed Superman was showing quite a crotch full of radiant manhood that seemed almost ripe for awareness. Although Superman was getting ready to excuse himself and walk out the door, the old man got an idea. A very quick, mischevious idea to input a very boring afternoon. The room itself was full of x-rated books and x-rated gadgets filling the tables full of technology gone to waste. It seems the Internet systems had take a good deal of business away on the convenient online catalogs. Everyone was recieving shipment orders rather than being seen in an adult book store. It was time for a bit of naughty fun with Superman. As Superman walked away heading for the door, the old man called out, "Just one minute. Could I interest you in a delightful gadget, Superman?" Superman stopped and looked about, but shrugged he was not interested. Too bad for Superman though, cause he happened to stop near a remote controlled device that could be operated from where the old man was standing behind the register. Standing much too close to the table with the operating device of a sex invention called THE SUPER SUCKER. The old man held the remote and clicked it on. Superman became slightly alarmed at the machine for turning itself on next to him and looked down at it with confusion. The machine began to move in a vibrating motion towards him. He could feel the opening of the device force itself to heave a heavy suction power that mocked a working vacuum cleaner. and this thing was noisy which made it seem more frightening. The machine was quick, though, and it began to move very close, very quick. It moved so close the spout removed itself from the bulk of the machine and shot out grabbing onto Superman's bulge in his crotch. Superman's first thought was, YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. This is a kids toy gone amuck. However, the old man had other plans and he was way ahead of Superman. With the slight move of the dial on his remote control box, the suction unit drew a much more powerful force of suction. It was almost stimulating now, and just before Superman could lay his strong masculine hand on it, the suction tube swallowed the tip of his cock thru the shorts. Slowly digesting it by a quarter of an inch with each gulp. Working it's way to what seemed like a mission. Superman was still convinced this was a kids toy, but he watched it with a kind of pity as it drew in his cock bulge little by little. Then he noticed his dick was becoming thicker in circumference as it made it's journey inside the hungry suctioning tube going reluctantly in deeper and deeper. The machine was not giving up. Unknowing to Superman, this machine was well thought out by it's inventors. It was indeed built for a reason. TO SUCK DICK MEAT. And that's all it was made to do, and to do it with unrelenting powerful strokes. Unlike the first few sucking motions the final remaining ones were more severe. It clasped his dick full throttle as it began to suck and stroke in soft agonizing motion. While it was conducting this maneuver, the vacuum pak force kept a steady pace to make sure there was no chance for a drop or escape. Since there was nothing to hold onto and Superman was standing in the middle of the aisle, his hands were held motionless to his sides, but his knees were feeling shakey. The old man in the meantime went to the entrance door and locked it making sure Superman did not release his bonds at the same time. Superman was feeling mystified that such a machine could develop such a sensation as it was doing. The sucking power alone was mesmerizing. This little machine was actually sucking him off right thru his shorts and not doing a bad job. It also had an interior rib design that drew attention by forcing a consistent rubbing over his cockhead with a continual agonizing growl of aching comfort. All this while the sucking force remained cool and steady. He gazed slightly towards the old man who was standing some distance away, but could be seen with undeniable satisfaction in his face. Not laughing, but smiling unlike he was doing upon entering the building. The machine began a steady slurping noise that had occurred over a small period of time. Perhaps it was the lubrication happening inside his shorts. The open mouth area of the sucking mechanism seemed to be gratified on it's magnificent performance at doing what it does best. Pleasing and making a stud man go crazy. It's movement kept a steady rhythm of ongoing maddening sucking that started to make Superman's forehead catch fire with droplets of sweat beads. It seemed oblivious to the fact it had a good deal of fabric to deal with, but on the other hand, seemed victorious that such fabric could not keep it's mouth from doing it's chore engulfing the hardened dick meat over and over again. This time Superman could feel his neck muscles stiffen and his mouth begin to widen with hesitation that the machine was aiming for one thing only. To make this muscleman CUM entirely in his shorts. And probably make a run for it's money by devouring what it could to siphon out thru the fabric what the shorts could not contain. It's impending eagerness seemed to defy rationality in that it's capabilities seemed to be tireless in it's search for glory. Suddenly Superman found his hands want to grab ahold of something, but still couldnt. So he raised them up from his sides a bit as the machine whizzing in noisy capture began deep throating The Man of Steel viciously. He closed his eyes and could feel sweat pour from his eyebrow as the sucking machine kept it's vigil of nonstop continuous sucking motion wrapping itself with satisfaction like a cobra devouring a huge rat. Sucking and sucking away with spurts and slobs, his dickmeat seemed to wanna bust out of it's shell in order to find release into the suctioning unit hole bringing to it unequivical helpless pleasure of SEX. It was outrageous, and Superman could no longer hold his legs steady, but they were involuntarily bending knees inward and shaking with the chill down his spine of growing pleasure. The machine kept sucking and sucking and his tongue made it's debut to begin to hang straight outward as the steady sucking power kept going on and on over the bulk of his cock. Superman started to heave deep sighs now and bent over slightly to alleviate them. Unlike his conscious self he noticed he was beginning to do things he would never do. His sweating face was grimacing and he could feel a wary smile journey itself to it's sides. His eyeballs were traveling in a direction he could swear was becoming crosseyed. Everything was seeming to double in the room. The old man became five old men moving back and forth. His huge chest muscles began to tense with a force that drove his tits to feel like tacs. But most of all, his thighs were like mush. No longer capable of holding him in a dignified manner while the Super Sucker was ending it's course with it's final suctioning power. But it stopped, briefly, while the motor was still going and it picked up the pace once again and devoured and encompassed Superman's entire dickwad holding him steady as the suctioning vacuum drew it's last strong breath. His eyeballs hit each other in the most farfetched crosseyed fashion as his tongue stretched out in sweat and agony as the Super Sucker Machine full throttled it's devouring mechanism to piston suck all the cum juice flow Superman could muster. AND THERE WAS ALOT!! His black curly head spasmed in heavy held back convulsions and sweat dripped everywhere around his face. His huge chest went the entire distance of movement as his legs shook with agonizing vigor. The machine took drop after drop right thru Superman's shorts and kept sucking slowly til he looked up at the ceiling lights and was ready to collapse. The machine released him and he stumbled towards the door, unlocking it, and fell face first into the parking lot dirt with his butt in the air. The old man stood and watched and nodded his head. "Tsk, tsk." The "We are closed" sign was posted, and Superman was left in the dirt with a giant sized grin. Eyes still crossed.
THE END