Superman Shaved and Enslaved
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Superman could barely contain his contempt for Luthor in his sneer. As strong as this titanium cable binding his wrists and ankles might be for common Earthly uses, it was as worthless against Superman's super-strength as cotton thread, and as for the large ring-shaped metal frame the cable was bound to, the Man of Steel could rip that apart with ease if he wanted. The threat to Lois was the same whether Superman was bound or not. Why did Luthor require him spread-eagled like this? The answer was obvious - Luthor was determined to do anything he could to put Superman in a humiliating position. His ego demanded it. Or maybe he was videotaping this to post to the Internet. Well, let him play his little games, Superman thought; the second Lois is free I'm going to deal with Luthor as I should have done long ago - by imprisoning him in the Phantom Zone...
"And now," Luthor said with a sly grin, "it's time for show and tell." The bald supervillain walked over to a stainless steel cabinet and pressed an unseen button. A panel slid open and a tray slid out containing what looked like a cross between a straight razor and a surgical blade. It was about eight inches long, slightly curved, and colored like bluish stainless steel. Yuri Ramokov, Luthor's Russian mob henchman, looked at it and then looked at Luthor questioningly. Even Luthor's trusted bodyguard wasn't aware of this little surprise. "Pretty, isn't it? It's probably the rarest prize in the world right now - made even more so by the United Nations' misguided but unfortunately successful program to rid the known universe of Kryptonite. It is the last remaining remnant of Kryptonian mineral matter."
Luthor loved the puzzled, maybe slightly worried look on Superman's face.
"No," Luthor answered, before Superman could utter a word, "it is NOT some new form of kryptonite. Which is a shame. Hence my regrettable need to bind Ms. Lane's fate so tightly with yours." He glanced apologetically up at the image of the bound and gagged Lois on the closed circuit television screen on the wall, showing a naked Lois trapped by Luthor in an undisclosed location. But despite her fear at having twin lasers attached to her temples and a laser dildo inserted in her vagina, the tough but beautiful newswoman scowled at Luthor until he turned away smirking. "No," Luthor continued, "it's not kryptonite. It is the only known remnant of the spaceship that carried you to Earth, Superman."
Superman looked shocked.
"H-how? Where?" stammered the Man of Steel.
"That's my little secret, but as far as anyone knows this is all that remains of your family's spaceship. No one knows what became of the rest of the ship. I suppose it mostly disintegrated in Earth's atmosphere, held together only long enough to deliver you to Earth, completely dissolving on impact. This metal is NOT entirely immune to extreme heat, as you are - a fact that worked decidedly in my favor, as I was able to shape it just perfectly for the task I have in mind. I am willing to wager that it IS, however, more than a match for you in indestructible hardness. As I am about to demonstrate. Yuri?"
"Yes, master," Yuri replied, and following Luthor's cue he lifted Superman's right shirt sleeve up above and away from his wrist.
"Okay, Superman," Luthor sneered, "I've shown you mine. Now it's time for you to show me yours!" As he said this he ran the kryptonian blade along the top of Superman's shirt sleeve as Yuri pulled the skintight material away from Superman's body, slicing the sleeve up to the neck, at which point it fell limp below Superman's armpit, baring Superman's bound right arm, revealed in all its hairy muscular glory.
Superman glared at Luthor with a feeling of anger tinged with a slight fear - anger for Luthor harming his prized Kryptonian uniform, fear because he realized that if the blade could so easily slice his indestructible uniform it might even be able to slice his only slightly more indestructible skin.
Smiling broadly and brandishing the blade with a swaggering flourish, Luthor minced over to Superman's left arm and with Yuri's help sliced the other sleeve so that it, too, flopped to Superman's side. The Man of Steel's hairy, wiry-muscled collarbone and upper chest were exposed and his cape flopped down his back.
"And now if you'll be so kind, Yuri, Supeman wants to show us even more of "his". Some of it anyway." Together Luthor and his henchman, Luthor in front, Yuri in back, peeled Superman's skintight shirt down over his chiseled pecs, over his deeply defined eight pack abs, and off his muscular torso, letting the broadchested shirt slip over his slim waist and narrow hips down to his ankles.
Carefully cutting the shirt free from the Man of Steel's bound ankles, Yuri tossed the shirt and cape to Luthor, who placed them gingerly on the large stainless steel table behind him.
Superman stood there stripped to the waist, his rock-hard yet sensitive nipples erect from the rough treatment they had received from the uniform's superfabric as Luthor and Yuri had pulled the shirt off over them. Yuri was surprised to see that the Man of Steel looked like a real man with his shirt off, albeit a really muscular, athletic one. He'd expected the Man of Steel to look like a bodybuilder, a prancing poser like a Hollywood action star, with ridiculously bloated, useless muscles, almost feminine in their narcissistic vulgarity, and completely hairless as a little girl's butt. Instead Superman had the lean, corded, sculpted muscularity of an athlete or a working man, and his chest, stomach, and arms were covered with a pelt of thick dark hair - like a real man, the former Russian mobster thought.
Almost as if he were reading the Russian thug's mind, Luthor walked up to the stock-still Man of Steel and put his hands on the luxuriant mat of hair on the superhero's chest, each palm cupping a chiseled pec. Luthor ran his hands through Superman's abundant manfur, stroking it, tugging it, twisting it around Superman's large nipples. Luthor seemed to be enjoying this a great deal, Yuri thought while chuckling to himself, but didn't dare to say so. Luthor took himself really seriously. Superman turned his face away in disgust, embarrassment, and humiliation.
"Yessss," Luthor slurped and drawled, as if speaking and salivating at the same time, "I was trying to figure out how to subdue Superman ever since those imbeciles at the United Nations, with the help of the American military, collected and destroyed every last known piece of kryptonite. So I began reviewing what I knew about how Superman converts solar energy into superpower and realized I knew nothing of it - nor did anyone, including Superman himself. Many of my theories for his solar power conversion turned out to be invalid. For example, my instruments proved to me that he didn't convert solar energy through his skin cells. It was a mystery to me. Then one day when I was reading the Daily Planet and looking lovingly at those glorious photos of Superman after his battle with Doomsday - you know, when Superpussy here is lying there beaten to a pulp and we all thought he was truly done for at last? You may recall that in that battle much of Superman's uniform was shredded and I noticed something I hadn't noticed before - how very hairy his chest and arms and thighs are. And then it hit me - that maybe Superman absorbs and converts solar energy through his body hair! Again I tested, unknown to him, at long distance with our instruments but this time the results were positive."
"So..." Yuri seemed to be slowly processing this information and seemed about to draw a conclusion from it when Luthor finished the thought for him, "So we give Big Blue here a total body shave and he'll be as weak as - maybe weaker than - an ordinary man!" Luthor laughed lustily.
Yuri yukked it up with the boss while Superman glared down at the megalomaniac Luthor with disgust. How pathetically desperate the man was, to resort to this kind of quackery. When he got Lois free...
"Okay then," Luthor said, "let's finish undressing Supercunt here, then, shall we?" Superman's contempt turned to outrage at the brazenness of this madman, but Luthor just gleefully reached for Superman's gold belt and removed it. Then he slowly pulled Superman's red shorts and blue tights down. Superman's dense pubic forest emerged.
"Wow, boss, that is thick bush there. His cock get lost in it." Yuri chuckled.
But as Luthor continued to pull Superman's bikini shorts down, this turned out definitely not to be the case. The root of Superman's cock emerged, and it was as thick around as a salami. Luthor continued pulling the red shorts down but seemingly couldn't reach the end. Finally after about 7 inches of flaccid cock, the uncut head, visible through the foreskin and almost 3 inches long by itself, popped out. Luthor stood back to survey Superman's supermeat. Not only was the Man of Steel's dick a foot long soft, but his ballsac hung down almost as low as his cock and his balls were the size of lemons. Luthor continued to pull Superman's shorts and tights down over his boots, exposing his muscular thighs, knees, and part of his calves.
Luthor whistled in admiration. "I've always wondered why Blueballs here wore his jockey shorts outside his tights. Now we know. That little red scrap of Kryptonian lycra is a super jock holding Bigboy's cock and nuts in place, and tightly, keeping him from looking like a freak. I mean, we've all seen that fat bulge and speculated about it, but this is unbelievable!" Luthor grabbed the huge penis and twisted with all his might but it might as well have been a steel cable. He instructed Yuri to take a steel pipe to the Man of Steel's privates, which only resulted in a seriously bent pipe.
"Well, that settles that question - whether Superman's genitals are an Achilles' heel. Maybe in comparison to the rest of him..."
Superman scowled furiously at the archvillain and his idiot henchman, but said nothing. The Man of Steel was stoic to a fault.
Having amused himself with Superman's genitalia, Luthor's gaze drifted down to the hero's muscular thighs and noted appreciatively that they too were covered with thick dark fur. He walked around behind Superman and investigated his muscular round ass, hairy and firm. He kneaded the dimpled ass orbs, imagining what it would like to spank these perfect buttcheeks, then tried to spread them for a peek at Superman's manpussy, but a crowbarr couldn't have parted those buttcheeks without Supersman relaxing them. Instead Luthor had to satisfy himself with stroking the hair on Superman's furry ass, cupping each cheek as he had cupped the Man of Steel's supertits. Yes, he told himself, if he was correct then the amount and density of Superman's manfur would mean that he would be all the weaker when it was removed. If Luthor was correct, then Kryptonians were truly more manly and powerful the hairier they were, something that was merely mythical with regard to Earthmen. His hairiness might explain why he usually bested other Kryptonians, and why he was so much more powerful than his cousin Supergirl, who had only a tenth of the Man of Steel's power, nothing like the ratio of male to female strength among Earthlings. He walked around in front of Superman again, enjoying the sight of the Man of Steel bare-torsoed, his trousers yanked down below his knees, helpless and ridiculous.
"Boss, how we get his boots and girly tights off?" Yuri looked puzzled.
Luthor just smirked and, with the touch of a button on a remote, caused the O-frame to swivel on its supports and the cables binding Superman's ankles to be elevated until he was suspended on his back in mid-air. "Lois isn't in any danger so long as you're in contact with the cables, Superman - in case you're wondering if the cable tension might cause the lasers to fire." Superman grimaced and said nothing. Luthor and Yuri, laughing, each yanked off a boot through the strap holding him and then peeled Superman's tights and superjock off his furry legs. When they finished, Luthor signaled the frame to swivel back down, standing the now completely naked Man of Steel up again.
"We've seen that my Kryptonian blade has no trouble whatever slicing Kryptonian fabric," Luthor said, "so now let's see if it has trouble with a Kryptonian man. As you know, Superman is almost completely invulnerable - even his little body hairs. But this blade should be able to give Supes at least one clean body shave. In the future, he'll be as vulnerable as any mere man, and I can have him shaved him at my leisure - and when I get bored with that, there's always waxing, which I hear is especially painful and humiliating! Ha ha ha."
"So you're gonna have to shave his head, too, Boss - right? Kind of a nice revenge, since he was the one that made you bald in the first place."
"Well, I don't really need to do that, and I'd prefer not to - baldness is my trademark, not his! You see, as with humans, Kryptonians, especially male Kryptonians, have two types of body hair. The hair on their heads and their equivalent of human vellus hair – the hair they have as children – does not have the solar energy properties that their equivalent of our androgenic hair has. Androgenic hair is the hair that both men and women get when they enter puberty, but of course men, with more androgen, develop thicker body hair and in more places. So no need to remove his head hair, or his eyebrows or lashes, which he's had since boyhood. But the rest of it is coming off!"
"The hair on Superman's body transmits energy to those muscles closest to them. In addition, the more his body hair is related to his maturity, to his manhood, the greater a source of power it is to him. The Kryptonian equivalent to androgen that produces these hairs make these the greatest energy transformers, the way sex hormones create more powerful muscle tissue in the human male as he ages into manhood. So his chest and arm hair, obtained only when he was a fully matured man, yields the greatest power to him; his facial hair, the next greatest amount; his armpit, leg, and pubic hair the next, and his eyebrows and the hair on his head, which he's had since birth, none at all. We won't need to touch a hair on his scalp, but we will need to make sure to shave his five o'clock shadow carefully, as his beard is where I calculate he gets his supervision, heat vision, and superhearing from."
Superman smirked. Luthor had had some crackpot ideas before, but this one was the most ridiculous. He wondered, not for the first time, if Luthor was a closeted or latent homosexual with a lust/hate fixation on Superman. Maybe he had concocted this crazy scheme just so that he could perform this deviant S/M ritual on the Man of Steel. And yet, Superman realized, he didn't develop his superpowers until he hit puberty. But he was certain there were other factors involved than Luthor's ridiculous body hair theory.
Luthor was happy not to have to shave Superman bald for reasons other than he'd stated, however. For all that he hated Superman, part of him hated more the thought of upsetting the gorgeous balance of his face - surely, he thought, one of the most handsome faces he'd ever seen, a perfect specimen of male handsomeness the way Wonder Woman was of female beauty. His dark slightly wavy hair, thin at the temples; his lean, narrow, chiseled features; sharp cheekbones; straight well-proportioned nose; gorgeous bow-shaped lips, neither too full nor too thin, their rosy brown color contrasting beautifully with his swarthy skin and heavy beard; the cleft in his squarish chin so deep it looked chiseled; and finallly his steel-blue eyes. Gazing at the Man of Steel, Luthor wondered if his hatred was mixed with a kind of lust, whether sexual lust or just greed he couldn't really say to himself. He realized that he didn't really want to destroy Superman outright but to possess him, dominate him, own him, humiliate him, enslave him. Destroy his will, his ego, his manhood by making it subservient to his own and in that way become his superior. To his surprise, Luthor could feel his penis swelling, which instilled deep in his consciousness the seeds of another, related, revelation, one that he had blocked for so long. Luthor realized that he was gay for Superman in a big way. He chuckled to himself at the irony that he had a crush on Superman, the man he hated more than anyone in the world.
A sudden awareness of how close he was to achieving his goal of possessing Superman snapped Luthor out of his meditation. "Ahem," he continued, "So by my calculations, shaving his furry torso alone will reduce his power by over half! So that's where we'll start." Luthor placed the Kryptonian blade at the base of Superman's neck and with a long expert stroke - he'd been training for the past year with professional barbers for this, taking it very seriously - he'd shaved a swath down the middle of Superman's right pectoral muscle. Superman experienced a slight light-headedness, and immediately felt noticeably weaker. Could Luthor's insane theory be... correct? Superman had the sudden urge to rip free of his bonds, but one look at Lois's still-terrified eyes on the monitor above convinced him otherwise.
"Luthor, stop. You don't want to do that." Superman bellowed in his commanding, manly deep voice, but mixed in with his usual macho confidence Luthor detected a note of maybe not fear exactly, but uncertainty at least.
"Oh, but Superman, I can assure you that I definitely do. In fact, I don't think I've ever wanted anything so badly." And with that Luthor shaved another wide swath of luxuriant black chest hair from Superman's chiseled tit muscle. Superman again felt as if a huge surge of energy had just been sucked out of his body. "They say that your torso is your center, your core, Superman - and I suspect this is more true of you than even for an ordinary human. This is where you have the greatest concentration of man-hair, it's the most mature, the thickest, and the largest single area on your body. In fact with every swipe of my Kryptonian metal razor, I bet you're feeling your superpower being sucked out of you, aren't you?" Luthor chuckled, then continued to carefully trace the curvature of Superman's right chest muscle with the razor, scraping away the thick dark fur. He then yanked the mantit up by tugging brusquely upward on the quarter-sized nipple, to shave away the hair growing on the curved sides and underside of his thick pectoral muscle. Just as Luthor predicted, Superman felt weaker with each patch of hair removed, as if he were being exposed to an increasing flood of kryptonite radiation.
Luthor then proceeded to the left pec, again grabbing the nipple roughly to lift the muscle up to shave under it. With relish he then attacked the deep valley between his Kryptonian mantits, down to the sternum. "Luthor, stop, this is ridiculous. It's not having any effect," Superman said in a voice that belied his attempts to appear calm and reasonable. In fact Superman's voice sounded as if he were not only losing strength, but willpower and courage as well. "Ha ha, I don't think so, Superman. In fact, from the slight quiver in your voice it sounds to me like my theory has been confirmed. I know you too well for you to bluff me, Superman."
Inspired by what he perceived as the success of his experiment, Luthor finished his work on Superman's pecs with relish, then proceeded down across Superman's stomach, taking great care to get every last hair hiding in the deep crevices of the superhero's octet of protruding abdominal muscles. As he did so, Luthor could feel Superman's diamond-hard muscles softening slightly, becoming somewhat closer to human flesh even as Superman himself felt as if his powers had been cut in half. Luthor found he could now actually twist Superman's nipples, and squeeze his balls.
"My research appears to have been right on target!" Luthor proclaimed proudly. "Bring me Superpussy's gold belt." Yuri jumped up and fetched the belt, placing it in Luthor's hands.
"Now, watch his face carefully Yuri, and tell me if you see any reaction in his eyes, brow, mouth..." And Luthor hauled the belt back behind his head and whipped Superman's cock and balls with it as hard as he could.
"Ha, he wince. You nail him, boss. He feel that!"
"Are you sure?" laughed Luthor. "Let's be certain, shall we? And Luthor smashed the belt buckle against Superman's genitals again and again, then moved on to spanking his asscheeks and upper thighs.
Shocks of raw pain ripped through Superman, and with them a chill of fear. The Man of Steel tried to remain impassive, to show no pain, but he groaned once when Luthor struck his testicles, and now he could feel moisture welling in his eyes from the lashing of his bubblebutt and thighs.
"Look, boss, he crying!" Yuri laughed in astonishment. "You make Superman cry, and he still got half his superpowers!" It was true; a single tear had dribbled its way down Superman's face. Luthor realized it was probably an unconscious reaction to the pain caused by his body to compensate for the stoic hero's refusal to flinch, but he seized the opportunity to gloat.
"The mighty Superman, reduced to tears already? Wait until we've robbed him of ALL his powers! Yes Yuri, he still has half his power, but the belt still has all of its super indestructibility. When we're done, this uniform will be the only super thing left of Superman, and now I own it, like I own him! Hmmmm. This has given me an idea!"
Luthor carefully shaved Superman's right arm, which was covered with heavy manhair on the outer arm up to the middle of the bicep. He then used the remote control to raise the arm, revealing a deeply furred pit. Luthor moved closer to it, running his fingers through the heavy, but soft, fur. A musky odor, in no way foul but deeply masculine, came from it. Luthor drank in the aroma until his head swam. He could feel his penis getting hard. Luthor took the blade to Superman's right arm pit and in no time it was a bare as a Playboy playmate's airbrushed butt.
Luthor and Yuri then repeated the process with the left arm and underarm, Luthor being careful not to let Superman's studly body odor distract him this time.
Yuri went around behind Superman. "Boss, his back should be easy. He got no back hair, except for this bit on delts here. Then starts again just above asscrack."
"Yes, Yuri," Luthor replied. "But let's not miss a follicle of his manly late-maturity hair." Luthor had already started on Superman's shoulders, and noticed some thick dark hairs on his shoulder blades as well, which he made sure to trim.
"Now we do lower half?" Yuri asked, surprisingly gung ho with the idea of handling Superman's supermanhood.
"No, not yet. I think by now Superman's down to about 1/3 of his full power. I think the next thing we do is shave that five o'clock shadow." Luthor realized, but dared not say out loud, that if Superman thought his situation was desperate enough that the superhero might still resort to killing him and Yuri with his heat vision and then hope for discovery by authorities before Lois died of dehydration or starvation. It was the remoteness of this mountain sanctuary that probably had stopped Superman from having resorted to using his heat vision in this manner already, but Luthor didn't want to take his chances on a Superman with dwindling options. The fact that Superman hadn't thought to just melt the blade with his heat vision showed that the Boy Scout chump was still concerned about accidentally killing Luthor with the heat it would require to affect kryptonian metal.
Luthor lowered the cables now until Superman's wrists rested at his side. With his pecs and abs relaxed these ripped hunks of muscle protruded from Superman's slender frame as if they had been carved by Rodin. Luthor gazed admiringly at these protruding sculpted muscles before taking the razor to Superman's cheeks.
"If Superman wasn't such a straight arrow," Luthor rattled on, "and let his beard grow a little, his vision powers would probably be twice as great as they are - and he never realized it. He might not have any vision powers at all if his beard wasn't so heavy it seems like he has a perpetual 5 o'clock shadow. Lucky for us he's such a cleancut little prig. I bet he even enjoys this little body shave; he's probably ashamed of his manhood. Look at the way he hides behind that pussy Clark Kent's identity, and he's famous for avoiding women."
Little did Luthor know that he was partially correct. Superman wasn't ashamed of his manhood; in fact he had been very proud of his macho hairiness, as proud as he was of his muscled physique, his great looks, his superpowers. And he didn't avoid women because he was a prig so much as because sex with human women would be deadly for his partners; his only successful sexual escapades had been with superhuman females, such as Wonder Woman and Lady Maxima, and very careful encounters with Lois. Although, deep down, he knew there was something else to his sexual standoffishness that he couldn't quite identify...
But Luthor was right about the shaving; despite his concern, even fear, about Luthor's plans for him, Superman was for some reason he couldn't explain to himself at least partially enjoying his deforestation. Something about it was remotely pleasurable or at least sexually titillating. He'd even been somewhat thrilled by the pain of having his privates flogged - or was it the humiliation of being whipped like a criminal, beaten like a slave, spanked like a boy? The idea was repugnant to him and he put it out of his mind. He focused instead on his immediate situation. He'd felt the power draining out of him as Luthor had shaved his chest and knew that by now much more than half his superpower had been stripped from him, as if he'd been partially castrated. He was starting to have to consider the worst case: using his heat vision or superbreath on Luthor and Yuri and then figuring out some kind of way of alerting authorities to Lois's plight.
Luthor was shaving Superman's face now with great care, negotiating the sharp angles of Superman's sculpted cheekbones and jaw, and the deep cleft in his chin. If he didn't know better, he'd have described Luthor's touch as "loving" but he knew Luthor was incapable of love. Instead he knew Luthor was merely taking great care not to damage his new possession, his trophy, his toy. And there was also the aesthetic element - he seemed to have an appreciation for Superman's male beauty that was disconcerting to say the least. The careful way he shaved Superman's upper lip, the way he studied Superman's deep blue eyes, his obvious appreciation of Superman's rippling torso...
Superman decided he had to do something. He stared at Luthor and reluctantly decided to try to use his heat vision on him. He had never done so on a helpless human before, but now he had no choice. He would try not to harm him too badly; maybe overheat the blade so that Luthor couldn't touch it... He summoned his heat vision and stared at the blade, and... nothing. He tried again, and again... nothing happened.
Luthor lowered the blade from Superman's chin, stepped back, and admired his handiwork. "Well, that should take care of his vision powers - don't have to worry about getting boiled alive by his heat vision. Over half done, now, Yuri. Let's get going on the bottom half now."
Superman groaned inwardly. He had waited too long to do something. He tried his superbreath, but though he blew some strong gusts that whipped up papers and dust around the office, he couldn't generate the supercold he hoped to use to freeze Luthor and Yuri in place, nor could he even knock them off balance.
"Ha ha ha, you decided to act a little too late, you kryptonian pussy! Face it Supes," Luthor crowed, "you're nothing but a big blowhard now! But don't worry, I plan to let you blow us later - when I have you where you belong, on your knees!" Luthor laughed and roughly grabbed a handful of Superman's pubic bush. "Ha ha ha we've got you by the short and curlies, Blueballs, literally. With your invulnerability down to elephant hide tough, I could cut off your balls now, Supercunt. And no man, not even Superman, is gonna sacrifice his nuts for the mere preservation of Truth, Justice, and the American Way. Isn't that right superpussy? So stop with the Superbreath stuff now or I might just decide to make you Supereunuch."
"Now, Yuri, it's time for Superbitch to get her legs shaved. Except for the power this former stud gets from his bush and ass he'll be as powerless as an ordinary man when we're done with them." Luthor set to methodically shaving Superman's right thigh, as unhurried as if he were taking a walk in the park. He pulled the supercock and balls out of the way roughly, and shaved right up to where Superman's right asscheek met his right thigh. Then he proceeded down over Superman's gorgeously shaped right calf muscle, then finally finished with the foot and toes. He stood back and looked at the contrast between the hairy left leg and the right one, as smooth as a woman's. He smirked at his continued emasculation of Superman, then languorously repeated the procedure on the left leg.
"Ha ha, his skin feels almost like an ordinary man's now. An ordinary, very muscular man, of course. I think shaving his asshole is going to be a LOT of fun now!"
Luthor walked around behind Superman and studied his furry ass, which looked ridiculous now when contrasted with his smooth thighs. Tucking the super-razor under his arm, he grabbed the hero's asscheeks in his hands, kneading the tough, hairy buns. Luthor had never touched another man's butt before, but it seemed to him that these asscheeks felt the way a very athletic man's would feel - firm, but pliable. They certainly weren't literally buns of steel any longer. Luthor carefully shaved them, then spread them open, something he couldn't do before. Superman's virgin asshole was revealed. Luthor felt as turned on as if he had ever been. His cock, which had been hard now for the past ten minutes or so, started to leak precum. He wanted to fuck Superman, right then and there! But he put these feelings out of his mind and instead set to work shaving the bountiful fur from Superman's asscrack. When he was done he couldn't help lightly grazing Superman's bunghole and saw it clench up in pitiful self-defense. Once his mighty asscheeks could have slammed together and crushed Luthor's hand but now all that Superman's body could do was quiver in fear at his touch. He could feel himself about to come in his pants.
"Yuri," he announced, "I think that Superman is now only as powerful as an ordinary man. I think we've succeeded."
"But Boss, we haven't shaved off bush yet! No telling what power he get from that."
"Yesss," Luthor hissed in his most self-satisfied way. "No telling. But I tell you, his flesh is as vulnerable as yours now - maybe more so, since he's not as used to pain as you are."
"You wanna test and see, Boss?" Yuri was grinning from ear to ear.
Unable to move his bound arms into position to protect himself, Superman was helpless as Yuri landed a punch in his sculpted abs that doubled him over with the pain. He dangled from the O-frame, suspended by the cables like a puppet, groaning pitifully.
"You're right, Boss! Worth risking broken hand to be first man to hurt Superman with fist!" Yuri's smile was now a triumphant smirk too.
"Yess, stand him up again Yuri. Let's see what does happen when we give his beaver a shave."
"You got it, Boss." The thug bent down and yanked Superman up by his scalp. Superman groaned with the pain.
Luthor grabbed Superman by the balls and flicked them with his finger, enough to send nauseous tremors through Superman's burning gut. "Arggghhh nooooo" he moaned, to Luthor's amusement. "Now be still Supercunt while I shave your pussy, or..." Luthor raised the razor like the sword of Damocles over the super ballsac, "or I'll shave these off instead." He grabbed and twisted Superman's huge penis, causing Superman to moan again in pain, and added, "And I'll slice this thing off too." Superman had no choice but to obey Luthor or become Superwoman, so he did. Luthor felt another ecstatic rush as he realized, finally, his dream of commanding Superman.
Luthor took his time shaving Superman's crotch area, starting with the balls, which were the most difficult and required the most care. As he did so, he thought he noticed something strange, but put it out of his mind. As he was shaving Superman's bush, though, it became undeniable.
"Yuri, am I going crazy or..." Luthor started.
But Yuri had noticed too. "No boss, you see right. His balls, his cock - they shrinking!"
And they had. His balls were still larger than most men's, but they had certainly shrunk. And his soft dick was now less than five inches long.
"Of course! Kryptonian evolution would have ensured that their sex organs were as superpowerful as the rest of them. If you've evolved to process solar energy for superstrength, superhearing, superspeed, then of course it would evolve your sex organs for supersex too!"
Superman looked down pitifully at his shrunken manhood. Seeing his enormous supercock trimmed to a mere few inches of flaccid flesh made him feel like he had been reduced to boyhood, especially now that his manly body hair had been removed as well. But he knew that worse was to come.
And come it did. Laughing gleefully to himself, Luthor finished completely shaving Superman's crotch. Superman was now completely shaved, head to toe, except for the hair on his head and his eyebrows and lashes. And his cock, once a foot long flaccid (and unknown to Luthor but a painful memory to Superman now, a mighty 15 inches in length when erect), was now a pitiful, soft four inches hiding inside a drooping foreskin. His balls were merely the size of small eggs, not potatoes. He was probably still decently hung for an average man – no way of knowing until he was erect; his flaccid cock was still somewhat thick and the bullet-shaped head was large - but his genitals were a mere shadow of what they had been.
Luthor surveyed his handiwork with glee, then grabbed the remote and pressed a button. On the monitor the red light over Lois's head went off. "Ms. Lane is no longer in danger of a laser lobotomy – or a laser douche." he smirked to Superman. "But I've changed my mind about letting her go. Yuri, change the setting on the dildo-laser to `pleasure' and put the nipple stimulators on Miss Lane. The psycho-monitors tell me she was very turned on by seeing Superman's big cock, or maybe she's got a bit of dominatrix in her and she enjoyed his humiliation. Let's see how she enjoys what's next, shall we?" Yuri agreed, snickering.
"And now, release Superman's arms." At this, Yuri hesitated. He seemed wary of letting the Man of Steel free, but seeing what Luthor had just done to the mightiest man in the world he knew better than to question Luthor's wisdom, so he released the once-mighty superhero's arms from the metal cuffs that bound him.
Yuri's concern was well founded; as soon as he released Superman, the former Man of Steel lunged for Luthor. Luthor, however, was more than ready. A lifetime of hatred had made him long for this moment, this opportunity. He had spent the last five years studying the martial arts with Yuri and a Chinese master in the hope that this moment would come. Luthor deftly sidestepped Superman, grabbed his now merely human arm, twisted with enough force to break a smaller man's arm, and had him on his knees in seconds. With a kick in the side and a backhand across the jaw, Luthor had the Man of Steel sprawled on the floor. He walked over, grabbed Superman by the hair, and smashed his fist into Superman's rippling gut, causing the formerly impervious super hero to double over in pain.
"You're my prisoner now, Superman. My slave. I'll do with you as I please. Yuri!"
"Yes, Boss?"
"Bring that wonderful gold super-belt over here please."
"Sure, Boss." Yuri replied, smirking at the humiliated superhero.
"Place the belt around Superpussy, below his waist but an inch or so above his tiny little pecker. But twist it around each of his wrists at his side as you put it on him. Then buckle it tightly. That will hold him in place nicely."
Though Superman struggled with all the signfiicant human strength of his still-ripped physique, Yuri eventually overpowered him, securely locking him in the super bondage belt, but not before Superman had blackened his eye. "I repay you, Superpunk. Yuri will own your ass," Yuri threatened
"On the contrary, Yuri," Luthor said menacingly, "his ass is MINE, Yuri - as is yours. And - don't - you - ever - forget - it."
Yuri looked at Luthor angrily, but Luthor's imperious gaze quickly reminded him of his place. (What he did to Superman, he can do to you much worse, he told himself.) "Sorry, Boss," he muttered.
"Don't worry, Yuri, you'll be revenged. Big time. Now if you look in that drawer," Luthor said, gesturing toward the cabinet he'd drawn the Kryptonian blade from, "you'll find a 2 foot spreader bar. Please retrieve it and attach it to Supercunt's ankles. I don' need him kicking about as I turn him into my bitch."
"Sure Boss," Yuri said, chuckling now.
"Now then, Yuri, let's have some fun, shall we?"
"Heh heh sure, Boss!" Yuri seemed to slobber with excitement at the thought of his Boss's revenge on Superman.
"Oh, and Yuri?"
"Yes, Boss?"
"Before you attach that spreader bar, put Supercunt's booties back on, would you? I think that would be really kinky."
"Sure thing, Boss!" Yuri chuckled as he went about attending to Luthor's commands. He even stole a peek at the closed circuit TV monitor where, watching in writhing horror – or was it twisted sexual pleasure? - Lois Lane stared wide-eyed from some far away dungeon.
"Luthor, you sick bastard! Isn't it enough that you have me for your twisted games? Let Lois go now!" Stripped of his powers, of his uniform, of his manhood - Superman was still barking orders in his deep manly voice. Luthor chuckled to himself, and thought, "That's right, Superman, keep acting like the big manly hero! It just makes your emasculation so much more fun!"
Luthor reached down and picked up Superman's red jockey shorts, surreptitiously sprinkled some drops from a vial onto them, then walked over to the helpless hero. He gave Superman's chiseled cheek a slap, then struck the other cheek, then repeated the slaps, striking with just enough force to sting the hero and redden his taut, angular cheeks. Luthor continued to bitch slap the bound stud until Superman's eyes seemed to glaze over, then grabbed the hero's jaw, squeezed his mouth open, and stuffed the superjock deep inside. "Chew on your little red panties for a while, bitch. I'm sick of hearing from you."
Then Luthor reached for Superman's balls, carefully wrapping his thumb and forefinger in a circle around the now hairless sac just above the testicles. Superman stared at him, wide-eyed with rage and what seemed to be fear, attempting to say something that was muffled by the Kryptonian jock-gag. Luthor pulled the not-so-super testicles up and away from the hero's bound body, causing Superman to first step up on his toes and then to shuffle his bound feet forward as best he could with the spreader bar attached to his ankles.
"That's it, Superman," Luthor sneered. "You have no choice but to follow me now! Let's dance, bitch!" Luthor started slowly prancing around the room, pulling the Kryptonian's testicles far away from his body and stretching his nutsack as if it were made of rubber. Superman was helpless to do anything but to hobble along ridiculously, trying to keep up, groaning in his gag as he did so. When Luthor had had enough of this humiliating dance, he gave Superman's balls a parting squeeze and slapped them away, causing the hero to bend over in pain and almost sink to his knees. Luthor laughed and looked up at Lois, who had shut her eyes and was now trying to pull away, in vain, from the pulsing dildo now slick with pussy juice. Luthor chuckled again. Lois seemed to be enjoying Superman's humiliation in spite of herself. "The twisted little bitch," the villain thought, "Well, then, I'll give her a show to really get excited about."
"You're no longer super, and now you're not even much of a man, are you, 'Superman'? I think I should just remove your balls altogether, as much good as they seem to do you now. They'll make a nice trophy for my desk and you won't be needing them any more." Luthor picked up the Kryptonian blade again.
Luthor was only joking, but Superman's eyes still grew wide with fear, and he tried to bend over protectively and back away from Luthor, but Yuri caught him from behind and with a knee thrust into Superman's muscular ass, forced the hero to stand upright again, as Luthor lurched toward the former Man of Steel and placed the blade under the hero's low hanging nuts and gently lifted them. Superman was mouthing something frantically through his panty-gag, but Luthor ignored him. The perverted villain reached down and squeezed the no-longer-super balls just firmly enough to cause fear but not pain, as he lifted the knife upward menacingly. "Your manhood rests on a knife edge, punk," Luthor sneered. Then he removed the gag from Superman's mouth. Superman coughed, then looked down at Luthor, looking both fearful and weary. "Beg me not to castrate you, boy!" Luthor demanded. "Beg!"
Superman tried to muster the last of his manly resolve but fear of emasculation won out and the defeated hero muttered softly, "Please, Luthor..."
"What did you say, boy? Speak up! Let's hear that deep, macho heroic voice you use in making your pompous pronouncements!"
Superman cleared his throat and spoke more loudly, but there was still a quiver of fear in his voice that made his voice sound unnaturally high, as if he had already been partially unmanned.
"Please, Luthor..." he again said, his voice breaking a little.
"Please, what, boy? Please cut off your little balls so you can stop pretending to be a man? Why gladly..." Luthor playfully raised the knife underneath the former superhero's nutsac.
"No!" screamed Superman, unmanfully. If not for the deepness of his voice he might have been mistaken for a shrieking girl.
Luthor laughed. He had never had so much fun - or felt his dick get so hard.
"Oh, Supercunt? Then what do you want me to do?"
"P-Please spare my testicles."
"What did you say bitch? Please spear my testicles? Oh gladly!" Luthor lightly poked at Superman's balls with the pointed end of the Krytonian knife.
Exercising more self control than he really felt, Superman just said, "No, no..."
"I think you mean to say, 'No, Master,' don't you bitch?"
"Yes... Master. I m-mean No, Master. No, please don't cut off my testicles."
"Why shouldn't I? They apparently don't do you any good any more. You shriek like a girl and you're as weak as one. And you'll never be having sex again, if you ever did."
This last point struck Superman especially hard and caused him to redden with embarrassment. Because of his great power, sex with Lois and other human women had to be extremely restrained, when he had it at all. And even sex with superwomen like Wonder Woman and Lady Maxima was only moderately pleasurable at best, because his invulnerability made it as difficult for him to feel pleasure as it was for him to feel pain.
"Ahhh," Luthor smirked. "I see I've touched a nerve. Superman wasn't so super in the sack now was he? What do you have to say about that Lois?" he asked, looking up at the camera. Lois's eyes were still glued shut and she was pretending not to hear. "That huge equipment - and it was next to useless because you were such a self-righteous prude. Or maybe you were just a closet case, hmmm Superman? Maybe you just preferred getting it on with that masked pervert Batman? You two always seemed a little too close if you know what I mean, and Batman... the mask, the creepy voice, running around with that twink Robin in tight shorts like that.... hmm? Maybe he tied you up in that Batcave dungeon of his and worked you over with a Kryptonite dildo - hmmm?"
Luthor had let the tormented testicles drop and had picked up Superman's cock and was working the foreskin up and down. To his surprise and delight, the no-longer-supercock was getting longer and thicker as Luthor worked on it.
Superman again burned with shame, but he couldn't help it. He'd never before felt the pleasurable sensations from his penis that ordinary men did. And the images of firm, beautiful naked bodies, human and superhuman, female and male, that came to mind as Luthor talked, didn't help. Superman realized that he had been so repressed, so superhorny with no real release, that although he was by nature straight, even the idea of sex with men appealed to him now. He also realized that, like many other powerful men, he was turned on by the idea of being dominated sexually. He tried to ban these ideas from his mind, but he couldn't help it. Having his now-human penis worked over, even by a man, even by a feared enemy, was too much for the hapless hero.
"Or maybe you prefer blonds? Aquaman maybe? He certainly looks like he's got an eel stuffed in his tights, but then Atlanteans are famously well hung. Does the King of Atlantis make you get on your knees and service him like a peasant? Or maybe Cyborg? I hear that part of him is still human, and in no need of enhancement at all! Or Green Lantern? He could create all kinds of kinky devices with that ring!"
The images of first Batman, and then Aquaman, and Cyborg, and Green Lantern dominating him sexually caused Superman to get even more aroused. "What the hell is wrong with me?" the former superstud worried. "I've never had a homosexual thought in my life! Did losing my manly hair also make me sort of gay somehow?"
"Oh lookie here," sneered Luthor. "Big macho superstraight Superman is getting off on the idea of being the bitch of the Justice League!"
It was true. Superman was partially hard, and precum was leaking out of the engorged head of his cock. Superman was disappointed to see that his hardening penis was still only about six inches long and only about as thick as a pepperoni sausage.
Luthor snickered. The potion that he'd concocted and sprinkled on Superman's briefs before stuffing them in the erstwhile superhero's mouth was doing what it was designed to do - humiliate the hero and make him think he was being turned, or had always subconsciously been, gay. In fact it was a combination of a viagra-like chemical mixed with various proven aphrodisiacs as well as a substance that altered a man's hypothalamus to induce a kind of temporary bisexuality. Superman's masculinity had been severely compromised with the ritual castration of body shaving and the threat of actual castration, and now his straight identity was compromised by Luthor's pharmaceutical experiments. Everything was going according to Luthor's plan to finally conquer Superman. Now it was time to take it to the next level.
Luthor dropped Superman's semi-rigid cock and grabbed the hero's chiseled pecs in his hands. They were no longer as hard as steel, but were still extremely firm. Luthor squeezed the perfectly carved filets of kryptonian manmeat and mashed them together, remarking on Superman's extensive cleavage, enjoying the way his feminizing remarks made the hero blush with shame. Then he grabbed the quarter-sized aureoles and began to softly work the plump protruding nipples in between the thumb and forefinger of each hand.
The humanized and humbled hero could no longer restrain himself. The pleasure from his nipples was even greater than that from his cock! He had no idea male nipples could produce pleasure. In fact, he wasn't sure this was entirely natural for a human man. Maybe kryptonian men without their powers were feminized somehow, or maybe it was just him. He had never felt less like a man than now, but he couldn't help it - the pleasure was too great - it had to keep going until he came. Superman threw back his head and moaned with pleasure, a long, deep lowing like that of a cow. A cow being pleasurably milked.
Luthor laughed, slapped the hero's nipples hard, and stood back. Superman's cock was now fully erect and leaking cum like a broken faucet. "Oh God Luthor," the Kryptonian manbitch moaned, "please don't stop! Please make me cum! My balls are aching!" Superman was redfaced with shame at begging like a male whore, but he was beside himself with the need for release. He'd never before experienced real sex - he was like a fifteen year old boy in his first masturbation session.
"No, I'm finished with your tits for now, but if you beg Yuri, maybe he will take over for me," Luthor said contemptuously. "He prefers women, you know, but maybe I've rendered you sufficiently female for him now."
Yuri chuckled wickedly and Luthor snorted, but Superman was now too consumed by desire to care. He needed release badly. His superpowers had been stripped from him, as had his supermanhood, but in their place he now had a supersexed carnal appetite, born of his newfound sensitivity and made even more extreme by Luthor's chemical experimentation on him. Whatever was required, Superman would now submit to it, however degrading. Who knew nipple play would be the thing to turn Superman into a completely submissive little cunt?
"I play with your titties, superbitch," Yuri sneered. "But you gotta suck my cock whole time. Stop sucking, I stop with nipple massage, got it?" Superman stared at the Russian thug. "Great Scott," the hero thought to himself. "Have I become so degraded I would suck a man's dick just so I could have my nipples stroked like a woman?" Superman swallowed hard, his sharp adam's apple bobbing down and then up his corded muscular neck. Apparently the answer was yes. Superman nodded slowly, again turning red with shame and embarrassment.
Yuri grabbed the former Man of Steel by his large throbbing aureoles and pulled him over to a stainless steel operating table, then forced the hero onto the table on his back, the soles of his bound and booted feet resting on either side of muscular asscheeks on the edge of the table, his neck resting on the opposite edge. Yuri removed the spreader bar from Superman's ankles, giving the helpless hero's balls a squeeze and warning him not to kick. Then Yuri quickly stripped, revealing a lean, shredded physique, relatively hairless but still a good deal more hairy and more masculine than Superman now was. His cock was soft but looked like it might be large when hard - soft it was only a little more than three inches long but it was as thick as a burrito. The Russian musclegoon walked to the other side of the table, forcing Superman's head down and cramming his fat uncut cock into the hero's mouth. As promised, he took the hero's nipples in hand, but whereas Luthor's soft manicured hands had felt almost feathery as Luthor playfully teased Superman's tits, Yuri's calloused workman's hands were matched with a rough, aggressive treatment as the thug pulled, pinched, twisted, squeezed, and slapped the hero's engorged throbknobs. But in his newly submissive mindset this turned on Superman even more. He could feel warm precum leaking down his modest but rockhard cock like wax on a candlestump.
Yuri could feel his own cock starting to grow inside Superman's mouth. Surprisingly, the hero seemed pretty good at this cocksucking thing. He avoided contact with his teeth, and even worked his tongue inside Yuri's foreskin a little. But as the thug's cock grew longer and thicker, Superman began to choke on it. Yuri withdrew long enough to let the sweating, coughing hero catch his breath, then rammed the fat, hard boner in all the way, forcing Superman to catch a mouthful of straw-coloured pubic hair. But Superman was ready this time, and managed to take the whole fat cock without choking. "Wow, Superman now not great superhero but primo cocksucker! We have new job for you! Supersucker!" Yuri gave the hero's nipples an extra hard twist and Superman responded with a pleasurable shudder as jolts of painful pleasure racked his muscular but powerless body. Yuri in turn responded by ramming his cock in and out of Superman's mouth faster and faster, pulling completely out from time to time to let the humbled hero catch his breath, only to ram it in all the way to the pubes again.
Meanwhile, Luthor had not been idle. With Superman on his back and his knees up in the air, his hard cock, balls, and asshole were all exposed and vulnerable to Luthor. The hero's nutsac drooped down over his bunghole protectively. With his left hand Luthor slowly, teasingly started working Superman's foreskin up and down his cock, now a modest seven inches long, then picked up the helpless Superman's balls in his right hand and stroked them with his middle two fingers even as he gently squeezed them together. But when he felt the hero's body shudder as if he were about to come, he stopped stroking his cock and lifted the hero's balls up and away from his asshole, letting them flop around on either side of the base of the erect cock. the rest of Superman's body had fallen to Luthor; now was the time for to assault the final frontier - Superman's mancunt.
Luthor pulled out some lube pre-mixed with the potion he'd sprinkled on Superman's panties. The various chemicals would work even more quickly being absorbed anally rather than orally, and there would be a lot more of it. Superman would be helpless in the grip of a profound superhorniness that would have him doing anything at all for release. Luthor smeared the super-aphrodisiac onto a latex-gloved finger, then worked the lube teasingly around the rim of the hero's now-hairless asshole. Superman stopped sucking Yuri, almost spitting out the Russian hoodlum's fat cock, then leaned forward as well as his bound arms allowed him to, his rippling abs bunching up as he struggled to see what the cause of this tremendous new sensation was.
"Like that Superman? Like having your pussylips stroked? Then I"m sure you'll like having your hole poked!" Luthor inserted his well-lubed index finger into Superman's tight asshole. A hot stream of precum leaked from the hero's throbbing cock. It almost looked like he was pissing there was so much of it.
"Uhhhhhhhh ooohhhhh," the bound hero threw his head back and moaned, his face reddening, his neck muscles stretched taut like steel cords, his entire ripped body slick with sweat. Yuri smirked, now stroking his still hard cock over Superman's face, slapping his cheeks with it and wiping his own precum off on Superman's lips. Luthor worked the finger in farther until his finger was all the way in, then hooked it upward behind Superman's pubic area, teasing the hero's prostate.
Superman howled with pleasure as he did so. Sweat flowed down the hero's face and across his torso. Yuri began massaging the hero's ripped pecs and abs, then resumed manipulating his large nipples, but more gently, teasingly almost, this time.
Luthor pulled his finger out and then added his middle finger to his index finger as he worked some more lube around the rim of Superman's asshole before inserting both fingers in an inch or so. Superman again howled like a caged animal with the intensity of the pleasurable feelings Luthor was forcing on him. Luthor slid both fingers in all the way and renewed his attack on Superman's prostate. He could feel the former Man of Steel turning into warm jelly in his hands.
He would have loved to have stroked Superman's cock as he manipulated his manly g-spot, but Luthor knew that if he did so the hero would come in two seconds. Even with just the continued teasing of his nipples that might happen anyway, so Luthor shooed Yuri (who himself looked pretty desperate to come, too) away and pulled his fingers out of the helpless hero's mancunt. Superman began to squirm and buck, as if by doing so he could force his way back into the hands of the men who had been sexually abusing him, to get them to finish the job.
"Luthorrr," Superman moaned in a low husky voice, "Please make me come! Yuri, please!"
Luthor just laughed. "Well, Superman, Yuri looks like he could be demanding the same of you. But he, like you, is going to have to wait. It's my turn to plug your slutty mouth!"
Luthor walked around to the other side of the table and took Yuri's place standing with his crotch near Superman's face. The pudgy supervillain undid his belt buckle and unbuttoned the top button of his white lab trousers. Then he reached over and pulled teasingly on Superman's cock.
"Poor Superman," he said. "Once you had the largest dick on Earth. And now you have the cock of a boy, or at best a poorly endowed man." Luthor didn't mind stretching the truth to humiliate the helpless hero. In fact Superman's reduced cock was still respectable, even a little large, for an average man. "I've shrunken you down to size in every way," Luthor smirked triumphantly. "But, I on the other hand," the supervillain continued, undoing his zipper and dropping his trousers and then his underwear, "have made good use of my technological and financial superiority to experience profound personal growth." Superman strained to turn his head and faced an enormous cock, much longer than his own and even fatter than Yuri's. It was probably no more than nine inches long, but it was hugely thick. In fact, it looked fat, kind of lumpy and malformed, and the head was small compared to the midsection. It was fully erect - or at least as erect as this flabby looking cock seemed capable of becoming. But Luthor waved it around proudly, repeatedly prodding Superman's handsome but helpless face with it.
"Yes, once I had a cock even smaller than yours, Superman," Luthor explained. (This was quite an understatement since Luthor's cock for most of his adult life had been a mere four and a half inches.) "But with the right doctors and medical technology I now have a truly super cock, one that as a newly converted faggot I know you will not be able to resist sucking. So get to it, superfag!" Superman looked stunned, completely humiliated by Luthor's new sexual superiority over him and unsure just how he was going to fit this huge tool into his mouth. Luthor slapped him on the cheek and when Superman's mouth opened a little to try to halfheartedly refuse the enormous tool, the villain crammed half his dick down the helpless hero's throat. Superman began to turn red and thrash about on the table. "You're choking him, boss," Yuri said. Luthor laughed. "Why so I am," he said, and pulled his cock from the hero's mouth. Superman coughed and drooled a little, looking up at Luthor in a kind of daze. Luthor's plump cock grew even fatter and harder.
"Open wide, my little man-whore," Luthor said, squeezing Superman's rugged jaw until his mouth opened up. This time he eased his cock in more slowly, and Superman was able to handle it as Luthor slowly worked it all the way in. If nothing else, Superman had always been an apt pupil. The superhero turned superslut even started cleverly working his tongue around Luthor's fat member. As the supervillain withdrew his cock, Superman dabbed his piss slit teasingly with the tip of his tongue. "Why I think the little whore is flirting with my dick," Luthor said, laughing. He pushed his big dick into Superman's mouth again, then began working it in and out.
Now Yuri had taken over the job of foreplay on Superman's mancunt, working his large fingers around the rim of Superman's asshole and teasingly inserting them in the hero's hole, working them in, and then pulling them out when it seemed like Superman was getting a little too worked and he might blow. From the sound of things, Luthor himself might blow any minute.
"Ohhhhhhh, you're not a man any more, but you are still pretty super - a super slut!" Luthor said, laughing and moaning at the same time. The villain pulled his cock from Superman's gorgeous mouth. It was now a rock hard nine inches long and as fat as a burrito.
"Superman's learned very quickly - I've turned him into a very very good cocksucker, Yuri! See for yourself - and give him a bit of a reward by playing with his tits again."
Yuri smiled and exchanged places with Luthor as the villain positioned himself in front of the hero's spread legs again. Yuri jabbed his fat member into Superman's mouth, lifting the hero's head up so that he could see Luthor straddling him.
Luthor reached down and pulled Superman's balls away from where they had fallen in front of his asshole, concealing it. "Got to get those ovaries out of the way, bitch. Time that virgin cunt got what's been coming to it for a long time!"
Superman's eyes grew wide with both fear and excitement as the threat and promise of Luthor's fat cock in his mancunt made his own cock dribble with more precum. Luthor worked the head around the rim of Superman's asshole, causing the former hero to moan loudly and buck and thrash. Yuri removed his cock from Superman's mouth, worried that in his ecstasy he might just bite it off. Instead he raised the hero up into a half sitting position, propping the former hero's broad shoulders against his own abs, and started toying with Superman's oversized nipples again. "Watch as Luthor pop your cherry, superbitch!" Yuri said, laughing.
Grinning at Yuri and then locking eyes with his soon-to-be victim, Luthor asked the former Man of Steel, "Are you ready for this bitch?" Superman, in ecstasy from having his nipples worked over by Yuri, just snarled, "Even without my powers, I'm man enough to take anything you've got Luthor!" Luthor just laughed and grabbed Superman's cock, then slowly stroked it as he eased his cockhead into Superman's tight virgin man-pussy.
The hero howled with the pain - and pleasure - and Luthor stroked his cock again and felt more hot precum oozing over his clenched fist. Then he slid his cock in another inch or so. Superman just groaned this time and writhed a little, close to overcome by Yuri's attentions to his nipples and Luthor's manipulation of his cock. Then Luthor released Superman's cock and grabbed his thighs and pulled himself into Superman and pushed harder, the tightness of Superman's mancunt hurting now, until Superman relaxed a little and Luthor was able to push all the way into to the hilt. He and Superman both rested a moment, catching their breaths, but Yuri had grabbed Superman's cock and was working it as he also worked Superman's left nipple and nibbled on his right ear and the right side of his neck. The former Man of Steel was like putty in the Russian thug's hands, moaning and writhing.
Luthor pulled his huge shaft out of Superman a little, then slammed it back in, then pulled out a little farther, then slammed it back in again harder, looking at Superman's muscular arms still bound helplessly at his sides, straining for release in the same way that all of Superman now strained for release - at his rippling abs, tensed and coiled up and ready it seemed to explode - at the chiseled man tits and the nipples erect and raw at having been worked over by the expert hands of Luthor's henchman - at the handsome face that looked as if it were being both tortured and brought to ecstasy at once... And the sight of the gorgeous superstud rendered entirely powerless by Luthor brought the vilain to the edge of orgasm, and he started slamming in and out of Superman, faster and harder, until he could feel himself about to come and then...
Superman howled and cum exploded out of his now-average-white-guy dick in thick ropey globs that flew all over his chiseled torso and handsome face just as Luthor himself let loose a howl and a pint of hot jism into the bowels of the emasculated superhero, and Yuri grabbed Superman by the hair and slapped Superman's handsome face with his own cock and jerked it until fat globs of Russian cum coated Superman's cheeks and nose and lips. Yuri pried the hero's mouth open and scooped his warm seed into Superman's mouth and to his surprise Superman lapped it up hungrily. Then the Russian thug grabbed some of Superman's own seed, as he continued to torment the hero by stroking his post-orgasmic cock, and made him eat his won cum as well.
Luthor pulled his large member out of the former hero and walked around to stand over the hero, and smacked him across the face a few times with the fat lubed cock. He considered making Superman clean off his cock with his mouth, but decided he had already thoroughly broken the former superhero best by making him enjoy his own conquest. No need to push it - yet. He needed to save some degrading acts for next time. Which Luthor planned to make very, very soon.
Luthor instead grabbed Superman by the hair, pulled the helpless hero's lips up to his own and kissed him passionately, thrusting his tongue deep into the kryptonian slut's throat. Then he released the belt that had bound Superman's muscular arms all through his orgasmic ordeal. The freed arms flopped helplessly at the exhausted hero's sides. Luthor pulled Superman by the hair off of the table, and threw him on the ground, where the hero landed on his hands and knees, his head bowed as he tried to regain what little strength was left in his now completely non-super body.
But there was to be no rest for the weary. Luthor sat down on the hero's back, almost causing Superman to buckle, and ordered his little ponyboy to carry him out of the room, whipping the former hero's perfect bubble-butt asscheeks with the Kryptonian belt to prod him along. The helpless Superman gasped and yelped with each stroke, but it seemed to Luthor that there was an unmistakable note of pleasure in his voice mixed in with the pain. As they were about to cross the threshhold, Luthor looked up at the monitor to see a horrified Lois Lane looking back at him. Luthor laughed and said, "Say Goodbye to Superman, Lois. He's mine now! My conquest, my slave, my bitch! Forever!" Then he laughed again, maniacally this time, as he heard Superman groan beneath him, then whipped the hero on the buttocks again and ordered him to carry his master from the room.