Lex’s obsession with me was flattering at first. But soon I realized his smile wasn’t derived from the joy in his heart. His snaggled-tooth grin was evil. He was plotting something against me.
Whenever I finished fighting some monster attacking Metropolis, I could see him off in the distance using my telescopic and x-ray vision. He was always staring at me with his arms across his chest. His heartbeat was steady. I could tell he wanted something from me, but I wasn’t sure what. My respect? My fame? My adoration from billions of people across the globe?
Months and months of this, our paths never intersecting, yet he always remained a superstrength stone’s throw away. I could feel his eyes on my back wherever I flew. He was the opposite of a guardian angel watching over me; he was a demonic force, an archdemon, studying my every move.
For months now, I’d been analyzing his every move. He had to have more weaknesses than some otherworldly stone. If not physical, then either intellectual or emotional. A love for whom he’d sacrifice his life. Acting too hastily. Perhaps his naive idealism could land him in hot water, causing the public to turn against him. I refused to believe Superman was invincible. Every man, alien included, has his faults. And those faults can always be exploited. I just needed to learn what they were.
The love for the alien is unprecedented and unjust. He is all brawn and no brains. What he accomplishes doesn’t require courage. If he were weak and stood up to forces stronger than him, that would be courageous. That would be worthy of applause. But he cannot lose. He cannot get hurt. He has fucking lasers shooting out of his goddamn eyes. The people hail him as some sort of David, when by all accounts, he is Goliath. He is no hero, and he must be revealed for the fraud that he is.
People will say I’m motivated by jealousy. But they are wrong. I am envious. I’m not afraid of losing something; I want what he has. Jealousy is pathetic. It’s about fear. Envy is emboldening. It’s about desire, getting what you want. It’s a powerful and motivating emotion. It can inspire greatness. It’s what’s inspiring me.
He stole my dog, Krypto. Well, Krypto isn’t really my dog—I’m just fostering him, but I still consider him family. This is a low blow, even for Lex. Who takes a man’s dog, his best friend? If he wanted my attention, he got it. I hope he knows what to do with it.
I flew from the Fortress of Solitude to LexCorp in less than a minute, breaking through his office windows that overlooked all of Metropolis. He didn’t flinch at the glass shattering. He remained, seated calmly, holding a mug with a photo of his face on it.
“Out!” I shouted to his staff and security. They didn’t move. They just looked at Lex, waiting for his response. “OUT!” I belted, this time louder.
“You heard the alien,” Lex said. “You’re all excused.” His staff frantically scurried out of his office.
“What can I do you for?” Lex asked.
“Don’t play dumb.”
“Me,” he pointed at himself, feigning shock. “Play dumb? I’m the smartest man alive, I don’t think I could play dumb even if I tried.”
“Shut it,” I said, hovering over his desk. My presence should have intimated him, my broad shoulders, long torso, and thick thighs. But Lex remained seated with a shit-eating grin stapled to his face. I floated closer to him. “Where’s my dog?”
“That skimpy little red underwear doesn’t leave much to the imagination,” Lex said. He was eye level with my trunks. “Why are you circumcised? Is that also a barbaric tradition on Krypton? Or I guess I should say, was a barbaric tradition. Your entire world is gone. Your entire family is dead.”
I punched Lex’s desk, splitting it into two. I knew I shouldn’t let him get to me—I knew he wanted me to lose control. But how could I not get angry?
“I’m only going to ask you again once. Where’s my dog?”
“Calling your bluff,” Lex said, waving me off. I wish I could wipe that cocky grin off his face. “You are going to ask as many goddamn times as I please because you can’t do anything to me. What? You’re going to laser me in half in broad daylight, in front of the dozens of video cameras in my office? You’re going to throw me off my own building? You are all bark and no bite. Just like your dog, who’s barking in a secret location so far from here, so secluded that even you can’t hear him.”
I knew that would piss him off.
“Enough,” Superman said, swiping both sides of the table so they crashed against the office walls. There was now nothing in between the Man of Steel and me.
I stood slowly, “Or what?” I asked, my face inches from his. “You act all tough, but you don’t kill. You barely hurt people.” I pulled out a remote that I had stored in my jacket pocket. “Whereas I do. With the click of this button, six ounces of concentrated kryptonite will be shot directly into your dog’s bloodstream.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Superman said. His rage was causing him to unravel. It was all going accordingly to plan, and I couldn’t stop smiling. I loved seeing Superman lose composure. I loved seeing him fearful, acting mortal. He is not better than me. He is not above the law. He will suffer like I have, like all mortals have.
“I think we both know I would very much dare.”
I shut my eyes, just for a moment, so I could think without looking at his pompous face. I quickly calculated dozens of scenarios, but they all led to the same outcome: a dead dog.
He had won. I had lost. I needed to accept it. The only thing I could do now was resign with dignity.
“Okay, Lex. What do you want from me?”
“I want you to feel how I feel every day,” Lex replied. “I want you to feel vulnerable and angry. I want you to feel the pain that consumes me. I want you to feel human.”
“And how do you plan to do that?”
Lex took off his jacket, folded it neatly, and placed it on his Italian leather office chair, which costs more money than I make in a year at the Daily Planet. Slowly, he started to undo the top buttons of his silky shirt.
“I am going to fuck you,” Lex said, sustaining eye contact with me.
I do my best to plan for every scenario in combat, but I had not prepared myself for this.
“You know my superstrength is both inside and out. You can’t hurt me with your…”
“Oh, Superman, how you continue to underestimate me,” Lex said as he continued unbuttoning his shirt. “I know I can, but physical pain isn’t even the best part. I am going to humiliate you. I will own you. And every time you look into my eyes, you’ll see me as your god, and I’ll see you as my bitch.”
A shirtless Lex dropped his trousers to show his small, erect dick enhanced with some outrageous high-tech machinery. Of course, Lex would have a small dick. Of course, he’d find a way to make it bigger.
The metal was somehow translucent, and bright blue cogs continuously rotated in the metallic sheath. With that thing on, he must have been 18 inches with the thickness of a wine bottle.
Okay, that might hurt a little bit.
I did my best to conceal my surprise. I didn’t want to give Lex the satisfaction.
Lex raised the device, his thumb over the red button. “Well, what’s it going to be?”
Superman averted his eyes as he removed his cape and the ridiculous red underwear he wears over his blue bodysuit. “Look at me,” I said. Superman pulled down the bodysuit until it was on the floor at his ankles. He stood, nude, staring into my eyes.
Superman’s soft cock hung a half-foot past his testicles. I shouldn’t have been surprised that Superman would have a supercock, but yeah, no wonder he’s so confident.
“Seriously, why are you circumcised?” I asked, knowing it would infuriate him.
“Let’s get this over with,” he replied.
“No, I’m going to take my time with you. I’m going to relish every last minute of this. Now bend over.”
Superman bent over at a perfect 90-degree angle, showing off his muscular hamstrings. He didn’t need to steady himself on a wall or chair. He could hold the position. I walked closer to the man of steel’s steely ass. I placed my hard cock between his ass crack and slid it up and down, before walloping Superman on the ass. He didn’t flinch.
“You like that?” I asked. He didn’t respond. I raised the remote to the side of his face. “I asked you a question.”
“Shut up,” Superman said.
“So that’s how this is going to be,” I replied, smacking his ass again. “Spread your cheeks for me.”
I thought about quickly grabbing the remote and destroying it. It would only take a fraction of a second, but it wouldn’t do anything. Krypto would still be stored away somewhere I can’t reach him, and surely, Lex had other remotes and ways to murder Krypto.
So, I did what I had to do. I reached behind me and spread my cheeks.
“That’s a good boy,” Lex said. I felt a pinch in my asshole as he inserted the tip of his mechanical cock inside of me. “You’re going to take all of it,” he continued.
Lex grabbed the sides of my hips and violently thrusted the rest of himself inside of me. I had never been more grateful for my skin’s enhanced durability, for my superstrength. Still, though his cock deep in my ass wasn’t the most painful sensation, it still wasn’t a pleasant one. I would have much rather taken 1,000 punches to the face.
“I own you now,” Lex said, thrusting maniacally. I didn’t respond. “Say it.” Again, I refused to answer. “Say it or I’ll murder your stupid, fucking dog.”
“You own me,” Superman said. The despondency in his voice. The hopeless. The shame. I could have cum right then and there. I, for once, was the god. Superman was powerless like the rest of us. He was getting a real glimpse of what it was like to be human.
I reached around his long torso and pinched his nipples. He let out a little moan as his asshole tightened around my mighty cock. “Oh, so Superman is into nipple play?” I said. “So much tamer than I expected. Peacemaker told me you had a poop fetish.”
“Jeez,” Superman replied. “I told him to stop spreading that rumor.”
“Shut up!” I replied, squeezing his nipples harder. I could tell he was trying to curb his moans, but he couldn’t.
I hate myself for how my body’s responding. I shouldn’t enjoy any aspect of this. But the sensation is overwhelming: a massive cock in my ass, my sensitive nipples being squeezed.
Lex is doing something behind me. I hear him gripping the base of his cock, and then a beep.
“Holy Moly,” his dick started expanding inside of me. It’s getting even bigger, filling me up, pushing out my inner walls.
“Fuckkkk,” I said.
“Wow, I got the great Superman to curse,” Lex replied. “You really are enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Lex kept thrusting harder and harder until I swear he was reaching my lungs. “Get on your back,” he said suddenly.
There was a glass desk in the corner of the room that hadn’t been shattered. I lay on it. “Put your legs in the air.”
I raised my quads, and Lex grabbed my ankles, holding my legs in a V formation. The tip of Lex’s cock circled my hole until he pushed his way inside. “Ummmfff,” I said.
“How does it feel to be powerless?” Lex asked. His eyes were sparkling—a malevolent sparkle. “How does it feel not to be in control of your fate? Of your body?” Lex was picking up the pace—each thrust like a dagger to my insides. “How does it feel to be like the rest of us?”
I tried my best, but I couldn’t help myself. I was getting hard. It was all too much.
“Wow!” I said, “Somebody likes it.” I had pictured being in this exact position hundreds of times. I’ve dreamed about it. I’ve masturbated to the thought. But in all my imaginations, I never imagined him erect while I humiliated him and used his body.
I gripped his supercock. It was roughly the same size as mine, only his was all natural. I felt my tiny cock pulse in the sheath. I spat on his dick and started to stroke it. “I’m going to cum inside you, while you cum for me,” I said. “I want you to make a mess, shooting your load all over your face and body.”
“I will never cum for you,” he replied.
I smiled. “Oh, I think you will.” I wrapped one hand around Superman’s throat. I knew he could still breathe. It wasn’t about the asphyxiation, it was about the control—his life, metaphorically, in my hands. With my other hand, I began stroking his cock. My hand couldn’t fully fit around his girth, but I stroked hard and fast as I thrusted deeper inside the Man of Steel.
“I own you,” I said. “Because you are weak. You will always be second to me. Brains beat brawn every fucking time.”
Superman’s low-hanging testicles started to rise, and I knew he was about to shoot.
“That’s it, Superman. Shoot for me. Shoot for the god who owns you.”
“No, no, no,” he said right before shooting a load so powerful that it flew over Superman’s body, at least thirty feet, past the broken windows. Someone 60 stories beneath us is going to end up showered in Superman’s cum. And he didn’t stop shooting. It was gallons of cum—white thick ropey cum.
“Holy shit,” I said. Superman was squeezing his asshole as he shot, and the sensation plus the visuals were too great. I let loose inside of Superman, filling up his insides with sticky cum. I had done it. I had marked Superman. I had made him mine. I had made him feel like the rest of us—weak and powerless. And he will forever remember this feeling every time he looks me in the eyes.
A minute later, Superman stopped cumming. He was out of breath. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever seen him this out of breath. Actually, that’s not true. He was this winded with Doomsday, but that’s really it.
I felt accomplished. I had won.
I stood up from the table, Lex’s cum leaking out of me. I felt immense shame, but I still stood erect and proud. I didn’t want him to know just how much he’d gotten to me.
“All right,” I said. “Release Krypto.” Lex paused. “Release. Him.”
“Calm down, Superman,” Lex replied. “I’m a man of my word.” He took out his iPhone and typed a few words. “Okay, do your stupid whistle.”
I whistled. Nothing. I whistled again. Then I heard him in the distance, soaring in the sky, yapping away as he flew through the clouds. Krypto came bursting through the open windows, tackling me to the floor, licking my face.
“Okay, okay,” I said. “That’s a good boy. That’s enough.” This ordeal was finally through. I could forget this ever happened and put this all behind me. I could return to being the Man of Steel. I pushed Krypto off me and grabbed my suit.
“I wouldn’t put that on just yet,” Lex said. I cocked an eyebrow. He was holding a different device, this time with a blue button. “I forgot to mention I also have Lois Lane, locked in a cell in a pocket universe.”
My face dropped. “What?”
“I suggest you get down on your knees, Superman.”
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