Metropolis
Across the river in the city of Metropolis, the farm-boy Clark Kent was doing everything properly. He had a beautiful girlfriend in the name of the star reporter Lois Lane – even if it was kept on the downlow – his dream job at the Daily Planet even if he wasn’t exactly bashing it out of the park, his first-ever ‘best bro’ in the shape of the photographer Jimmy Olsen, even if city life was so expensive they had to share a flat, and oh wait, a highly successful career as a superhero. Yes, the thing he was born to do, save the world, that he could manage. But if he was being honest, the rest of life though, well that was proving a little more challenging.
It had taken Clark a while to realise that growing up in a little town like Smallville, with its black and white separation between right and wrong; what was cool and what wasn’t; it had all been great training for fighting aliens and super villains with maniacal plans to take over the world. Where it wasn’t so useful was in a big city like Metropolis, with its many shades of grey.
When people stole because they were starving; or getting one criminal off the street simply meant another became more powerful; or calling the cops would likely mean retaliation by the criminals they were meant to protect you from; then it wasn’t so simple to just swoop in, arrest the bad guys, and fly away. People weren’t always friendly, and they didn’t always know your name, and heck, sometimes they didn’t want to. Not everyone had a boyfriend or a girlfriend that they’d known for years and some people, actually lots of people, didn’t want to go to the movies on a Friday night, and just make out. And while it had shocked Clark to begin with, he was very rapidly starting to marvel at this array of humanity, at this diversity, at this free choice that he realised he’d not been aware of before now.
The time he spent with Lois was great, and making love to her was amazing. But she’d made it clear to him that right now her career came first, and that he was too young and too inexperienced for her, so if he wanted to see other people then that was ok with her. He’d never met someone who viewed the world like that, and it made him concerned that he wasn’t enough. He struggled with that idea to begin with but as he patrolled Metropolis at night, he found himself fascinated by the diversity of sex and love that was going on out there. It couldn’t be that there was just one type of person, so it made sense that there was not one kind of love… or he almost blushed at the thought, one kind of pleasure. He was an alien after all, but if these people were here for him to protect, then he had to get to know them and what made them tick. It was only right.
Which made sense at the beginning, but the more he watched these humans interact, the more it made him question himself. He had not appreciated how much he had been influenced by Smallville, he realised. In a small town, nobody had ever bothered to acknowledge anything other than heterosexuality. If they did, it was mentioned as the sort of thing that happened in Metropolis, or even worse, Gotham. As if degenerates were created, fully formed, in the big city. No one ever seemed to acknowledge that they must have come from a place just like Smallville before they moved to the big city. It made him think about the kids he saw in old yearbooks. The ones that looked different. The ones that had left Smallville and never returned. The ones talked about by their family in hushed tones when everyone thought the younger children weren’t listening, as if it was somehow catching. Superman watched, and listened, and learnt not to judge. He convinced himself that he was learning about these humans, to better protect them. But he now found himself waking up in the middle of the night, recalling all sorts of sexual kinks that he had witnessed, more than a fair share involving men. And it was only a hop and a step before he started to wonder what it would be like to feel this pleasure, to participate in these sorts of encounters.
At first, he dismissed these ideas. He couldn’t possibly do this. What would people who knew him say? But it dawned on him that in a big city, no one knew him. No one even knew that he was a reporter. To virtually everyone in Metropolis he was the anonymous Clark Kent. And if he was going to be the journalist that he wanted to be, he should explore the whole world and the people on it. To know the world, Lois would often say, you needed to know yourself. And Clark was pretty sure that he didn’t know himself. Over the coming months, he went to his first swingers party, his first gay bar, his first dark room, his first BDSM party, it was all fascinating. He had his dick sucked for the first time – properly that was – by a guy. He found that his Kryptonian body with his muscles bulging from the Earth’s yellow sun, was highly attractive to gay men, and they showered him with affection and desire in return. He was introduced to orgies, to threesomes, and lots more. But it was that first time when he was fucked, that first time that he had two men shower his face with cum, those were the moments he truly relished.
Clark was surprised to learn that the gay men of Metropolis thought Superman was hot too. But not in the way that he’d presumed. Unlike women, they didn’t dream of Superman saving them. Unlike other men they didn’t want him on their side in a fight. These gay men dreamed of him fucking them, or of them fucking him. They saw him as innocent, and buff, and in need of a good pounding. Clark was horrified, but also amazed and, well more than a little delighted. These men saw him as real, as someone that had desires. Everyone else in Metropolis just wanted something from him. They wanted him to save them, to protect them, to beat up the people they didn’t like. But not his gay fans.
He was a little panicked when several of his fuck buddies pointed out, he looked like Superman, but the idea that he actually was The Man of Steel, didn’t seem to have entered their heads. As a joke, one of them bought him a costume from a fancy dress shop and dared him to put it on. He wasn’t sure about it, until his new friend pretended to be a super villain, ripped a hole in the suit and fucked him from behind.
It was the hottest encounter that Clark had ever had, and it was the moment that he decided this was how he would free himself from the weight of the whole Superman persona. Superman would always be part of him, but it no longer meant that he was restricted to having dual lives. From that moment on, he started to have sex exclusively as ‘Superman’. The real him was Superman, Clark Kent was the joke. He made a second costume specifically for sex play, which could be torn off easily if someone grabbed it by the neck, or if someone bent him over and ripped open his arse. There were still a few gay men out there who wanted Superman to fuck them, but Clark instead found himself drawn to those who wanted to fuck and dominate Superman. His favourite play was to pretend to be captured, and then to be forced to remove his uniform, or in some situations, have it stripped off him. Clark would allow himself to be handcuffed, or tied up, and then humiliated as he struggled. The existence of Kryptonite was known to very few, but the idea that something or someone might be able to hold back this alien with his superpowers, was greatly discussed. “Come on Superman. Can’t you escape? Don’t you want to escape?” They would tease him, and he would pretend to strain against the constraints, careful not to actually break free. The more he played around, the further and hotter the humiliations got. Guys would piss on him, spank him, shave his pubes off, fuck him with toys, put a collar on him and make him bark like a dog. After the play was finished, Clark would disappear, and no one asked any questions. He felt freed from the stresses of saving the world in these encounters, knowing that at any time, he could escape. He felt closer to humankind than ever before, he understood their vulnerabilities, how they might feel when an alien with extreme superpowers arrived on their planet.
And then he was fucked. Human sperm did nothing to him, nor did his insides hurt like theirs did. But he did feel the pleasure. His prostrate still hummed when it was fucked, the internal nerve endings in his hole still tingled, his brain still produced endorphins when he felt a load of cum flood his throat. He could take multiple cocks in one night; he could be spit-roasted and double-fucked without the slightest worry. When he realised this, it made Clark even more sure that he was sent to earth for pleasure as well as pain and suffering. Fucking a woman gave him only a light tingling of pleasure. But this… getting fisted by a big man, while having load after load dumped down his throat, it wiped his mind clean of the traumas of the day. He found himself unfazed by the challenges of saving the world, unfazed when his boss yelled at him at work, unfazed when Lois cancelled date night because she was investigating a story. He could not be happier. And he was rapidly becoming the toast of Gay Metropolis. He was soon the centrepiece of exclusive parties hosted by powerful gays, who invited handsome muscled men to humiliate and fuck this ‘superman’ for their enjoyment. Clark loved it, and being at these parties gave him access to vital information. In exchange for a chance to cum in his legendary arse, Clark would ask for information that he could use in his articles. And no one even thought of refusing him.
However, the intense pleasure that Clark was getting from this, somewhat dulled his crime fighting senses. It never occurred to him to let anyone know where he was going, or what he was doing. He’d lead a life of secrecy for years, so what if it wasn’t fighting crime that he was disappearing for now? Why did he need to tell Lois or Jimmy? His colleagues in The Justice League noticed the difference though. Martian Manhunter couldn’t get him interested in his suspicion that there had been signs of unusual energy pulses in the universe that seem centred in and around Gotham. Batman hadn’t been to a meeting in weeks, and when Hal Jordan tried to irritate him by questioning a decision, the others had been surprised that Superman was open to thinking differently. The Green Lantern had sulked afterwards, saying that there was no fun if the Goody-Two-Shoes wasn’t going to be all black and white about things. Only Diana Prince had no comment.
And yet, it didn’t take Lex Luthor long to hear the rumours of this handsome bodybuilder, who dressed up like ‘superman’ and was willing to be humiliated and fucked. Lex didn’t see himself as gay or straight. To be either would imply he felt anything for his fellow man. But he saw the power that sex could give you, and therefore he’d always been a dom in the bedroom, just like he was in the boardroom. Lex was unsure how this situation made him feel, as on one hand he knew it would give him instantaneous pleasure to play out his fantasies with this actor, but on the other, his fantasy was to fuck and humiliate Superman, not some pretender.
Ever since he had arrived in Metropolis several years ago, this alien had annoyed and frustrated many of Lex’s plans, often without him even knowing it. And yet Luthor’s attempts to repel him had failed miserably at each turn. What was worse, was that the meddling Daily Planet had given him a name and endless publicity, of which this alien had reluctantly embraced, becoming the goody-too-shoes of the city. Even offering to buy the Daily Planet had been rebuffed, and Lex was left to fume in frustration. Hence, it was no wonder his desires had turned to a need to full on humiliate this alien, before total destruction.
Lex ignored the rumours for several weeks until he saw several of his security personnel watching a video they’d procured on the dark web. That, it seemed was the final straw, and he instructed the same security team to find out how he could be invited to one of these parties. It was resolved in days, and sooner than he’d expected, Lex Luthor found himself standing naked with the exception of a bat mask – they were all the rage these days and for their own protection, all party guests were wearing one – in the lavish penthouse apartment of the owner of an accountancy firm, who used it to cover his true business as one of the East Sides most notorious drug operations.
Hercules looked at the headlines blaring around the buildings. He had to give it to these humans; they certainly knew how to garner attention for something. And the number one headline seemed to be that this Superman was off his game, and nobody knew why. Hercules and Thor had been in Metropolis for several days, trying to get to the bottom of it. Their new best buddy – Bruce Wayne, aka The Batman – had offered to help, but they had been told by Dr Strange in no uncertain terms that the sacred timeline did not take kindly to too many disturbances. So, they needed to apply a soft touch. He’d said it in that tone of voice that suggested he considered them entirely incapable of such subtlety.
Thinking of the warning took Hercules’s memory back to the last days they’d spent in Gotham. As promised, Bruce had taken them back to Wayne Manor, where he’d introduced them to Alfred and Dick Grayson. As also promised, Bruce had come out to the people closest to him, and told them that he knew about their relationship, and he was happy for them. It was a strange encounter, Hercules had to admit, as he and Thor found this human need to state things a little unusual. Still, as Thor declared, love was love, right?
When the events of that night had been explained, Alfred declared that they should all go down to the really secret cave and do some redevelopment. Everyone agreed, and a little light touch from Thor tore all the electronics out in one go. By the time it was finished, Alfred declared it was time for dinner, and he served up a huge roast dinner, proving he was more than capable of rewarding the heroes with a feast worthy of Valhalla. Once it was finished though and no one could eat another bite, Alfred instructed Master Wayne, and young Master Grayson to go and do the dishes while he provided these superheroes with his own version of pleasure.
Hercules was mightily impressed at the older man moves, as he bent the giant Norse God over the table and fucked Thor for a good half hour or so. Hercules polished off the remains of the dessert and then let Alfred lay him on the table and plough him with his legs spread wide. One thing was for sure; Hercules rolled his eyes back in his head; Wayne Manor was good fun. The following day, Bruce insisted on showing Thor the full extent of the Batcave… which was really just an excuse to get fucked on the hood of the Batmobile, by the full range of his homemade sex toys. Dick Grayson asked Hercules is he wanted to go climb some of the fierce peaks around the Manor. Never one to miss a labour, Hercules enjoyed the challenging terrain, before he enjoyed climbing all over Dick Grayson who proved to be quite an acrobatic lover.
The added bonus of saving Batman had been that it had wiped out most of Gotham’s underworld in one go. As the police moved in to clean up the remaining gangs, Wayne Enterprises opened their coffers and invested billions in downtown Gotham. The impact was felt immediately, with cleaner streets and more police on the beat, and so much so that the Gotham Gazette was joking that the city should be renamed ‘New Metropolis.’ All of this meant that Wayne Manor became a much more relaxed place to be, and when Dr Strange turned up, he was perturbed to see Thor, Hercules, Bruce, Alfred and Dick all lying around, either scantily clad or bare arsed nude, while they ate fried chicken with a suspicious white sauce drizzled over it.
“Wizard!” Thor declared. “Come join us.”
“Another time perhaps,” the Sorcerer Supreme frowned. “Have you two forgotten that you’ve only completed half the mission?”
“No…” Hercules protested, though it was fairly obvious that he had.
“We don’t need to worry,” Thor protested. “Bruce here, he knows our other superhero well. They’re besties, aren’t you?” He turned to Bruce to seek confirmation.
“We are,” The Batman confirmed. “And I would know if something was going down.”
Dr Strange shook his head. “This is the sacred timeline were talking about here. We need to go in subtlety. That’s why it needs to be an outside force that takes the action. So,” he gestured with his hand and suddenly both Thor and Hercules found themselves propelled to their feet. “Go get dressed, the two of you. The dawdling you’ve done has caused the situation to get worse.”
Hercules and Thor sighed, knowing that the wizard was right. “Clothes. Weapons. Off you go,” Dr Strange barked. “I’ll wait,” he added and sat down on the sofa, delicately taking a piece of chicken with the least amount of ‘special sauce’ on it. Hercules kept looking back, trying to hide his cheeky grin. Dr Strange gave him one final piercing look that implied he knew exactly what this special sauce was, and who had generated it.
“Are you truly a wizard?” Dick Grayson could be heard asking.
“I am,” Dr Strange nodded. “Why, I can give you an erection just by putting my hand on your knee and telling you my dick is ten inches long.”
Bruce and Alfred chuckled, as Dick found himself blushing furiously.
“I jest,” Dr Strange said, though he clearly wasn’t. “But I can do this,” and he gestured in a circular motion with two fingers.
“Oh!” The young Robin let out a gasp. “Oh, oh!” He let out another two and gave a little squirm. “Ohhhhh, ah, ah, ah,” he started to gasp, now twisting and turning on the sofa, as he tried to escape the pounding his prostrate was taking.
“What have you done to Grayson?” Bruce asked, curious for himself.
“Just a little vortex to another dimension in his trousers,” Dr Strange smirked. “Where the other end is, well that would be telling.”
“We’re ready,” Thor announced, as the two superheroes returned, dressed in their earth clothes, but carrying Mjolnir and Hercules’s sword and shield.
“Time to go then,” Dr Strange clicked his fingers, and Dick, who was now seated upside down on the sofa, sweat pouring off his forehead, suddenly stopped writhing.
“Already?” Dick moaned. “Can’t they stay for dinner, dad?” He blurted out.
“We’ve already held them up long enough,” Bruce and Alfred replied in unison. There were bemused looks all around before Bruce muttered to Alfred, “I’m his father. You’re his ‘daddy’. Apparently.”
Dr Strange gave an undignified snort. “Boys let’s go,” he created a new vortex, and after hugs, promises to stay in touch and visit, and lots of grabbing of arses, Thor and Hercules departed.
So, here Hercules was, walking towards a coffee shop of all places, bang in the centre of Metropolis, waiting to meet someone who knew this Superman character, one Jimmy Olsen. Apparently in this world, all the superheroes had secret identities. Hercules had no idea why. Quite frankly he wanted everyone to know who he was. What was the point in being unknown? No pretty young things were going to sleep with a complete unknown, were they? And unlike his father, who seemed to specialise in disguising himself to sleep with unsuspecting humans, Hercules much preferred it if they chased him. Hercules shook his head to try and focus. Thor was off visiting this Superman’s secret girlfriend, Lois Lane. He was sure that his buddy would end up with his head in her lap, eating her out, at the very least. He’d clearly drawn the short straw… Hercules presumed this Olsen character did not know that his flatmate and work colleague – one Clark Kent – was also this Superman. Even if Jimmy seemed to take all the photographs of Superman for the newspaper. I mean, you would have thought he would have put two and two together, but clearly the humans in this part of the multiverse weren’t as smart as the others he’d come across.
“Thank you for coming,” Jimmy Olsen said, as he stepped down from the stool he’d been sitting on in the cafe. Jimmy was about five feet seven, slim build, with black curly hair and dark skin. He shook Hercules’s hand firmly, as if he was unafraid of a bulging Greek demi-god.
“That’s fine,” Hercules gruffly said, a little confused. He’d thought that it was he who’d asked Jimmy to meet with him. The Greek demi-god was used to earth people being a little terrified of him, but this one looked entirely unfazed.
“You said you had information on Superman’s absence?” Jimmy asked, getting straight to the point.
“Well, we think so,” Hercules nodded, and he handed a folder over to Jimmy. “Have you seen these?”
Jimmy sat on the stool opposite Hercules and opened the file. He took a gasp, and hugged the files close to him. “Are these real?”
“I have the film footage too,” Hercules held up his phone. The demi-god had to admit; these human devices were better than anything the gods had. They might not be as awesome as God’s, but they were definitely creative.
Jimmy took the phone out of Hercules’s hands and watched the clip, his hands shaking, his mind racing. He was seeing things that he was appalled by… and yet why was he rock-hard in his pants? “This isn’t Superman.”
“How can you tell?”
“The outfit is all wrong,” Jimmy blurted out, even though he already saw the fault in his argument. “It’s an actor. I’ve heard about this. Some guys get a kick of paying some actor who looks like Superman to dress up and be fucked.”
“And it doesn’t look like anyone you know?” Hercules asked, having been prepared for some level of denial.
“Who?” Jimmy shook his head, trying to look like he didn’t know.
“Have you seen your buddy, your flatmate, your workmate in a while?”
“Who? Clark Kent?” Jimmy gasped. “He’s been around. I think. He’s on assignment, he’s been staying at his girlfriend’s.”
“Wow,” Hercules grinned. “That was good. I mean, really good. Do you want me to replay that to you?”
“You think it’s really Clark?” Jimmy’s heart skipped a beat. “He’s pretending to be Superman to get fucked by multiple dudes?”
‘Wow,’ Herc thought. ‘This secret identity really did fuck them up.’ Still, it probably wasn’t his place to get this young pup to draw the right conclusion. “Yes, I think it’s Clark,” he nodded. If they found Clark, then they would have saved Superman, and their mission would be achieved regardless.
“But he’s got a girlfriend,” Jimmy tried to protest.
“How long have you known Clark?” Herc redirected the conversation.
“Clark?” Jimmy asked. “Since he arrived in Metropolis from Smallville. He moved in the day he started his job at the Daily Planet.”
“Smallville, hey?” Hercules lifted an eyebrow. It was like a paint-by-numbers universe. “And how would you describe him? Worldly? Sophisticated?”
“Clark?” Jimmy laughed, it seemed to trigger his true beliefs. “Are you kidding? He’s had two girlfriends his entire life. And honestly, I don’t think he and Lois have had sex more than a couple of times. He blushes when someone on TV swears, he talks to people on the subway for God’s sake!”
“Small town boy comes to the big city, ticks all the boxes, job, super busy girlfriend who never has time for him… I don’t suppose you could imagine him going off and exploring some of the delights the big city has, but being secretive about it because he might think it wrong, or dirty?”
“OK, now I sound unsophisticated,” Jimmy swore. There was silence between them both, as Jimmy contemplated what he’d just learnt. “Let me look at that video again,” he said, and Hercules passed it over.
Jimmy watched in silence for a few moments. “Yeah. I think that’s Clark. But honestly, what does this really have to do with Superman?”
Hercules really, really wanted to blurt out the truth, but he knew it wasn’t his place. “ But it looks like Superman, doesn’t it?”
Jimmy nodded his head.
“So, you think that whoever made these videos, and organised these events…”
“Lex Luthor,” Jimmy said without hesitation. “It’s definitely him.”
“Do you think he might be using these videos to blackmail Superman?” Herc asked. “I mean, if you can’t tell the difference, do you think anyone else can?” “Gosh!” Jimmy exclaimed.
“Do you think you could look at these videos and see if you can get any clues as to where they were filmed? Any clues as to the people involved?” Hercules asked.
“I’m on the case,” Jimmy jumped off the stool, his huge bulge clearly noticeable to Hercules, who thought that maybe he had got the better half, after all. “I thought I’d seen something on the dark web, so I’ll track down all the videos. I won’t rest until all this scandalous fake news on Superman has been tracked down.”
“Good boy,” Hercules said, smirking to himself that he was sure this flatmate of Clark’s was going to enjoy himself a great deal on this project.
Thor didn’t have so much luck with Lois Lane. While she did agree to meet with him, she was brusque and short with him. No, she had no idea where Superman was. But then according to her he often travelled off world. It wasn’t unusual, though she admitted it was a bit worrying, as the criminal elements in Metropolis really took advantage of his absence. Thor ran his fingers through his hair and flexed his biceps more than normal, but Lois didn’t seem to be distracted. The Norse God felt a little off put, quite frankly. Maybe she really was dedicated to her boyfriend. Perhaps the name Superman didn’t just refer to his alien powers… that thought had him licking his lips.
“Is that all, Mr Thor?” Lois consulted her watch.
“What about your colleague?” Thor quickly asked. “Mr… ahh… Clark Kent?” He pretended to consult his notes. “He seems to have good contact with Superman. Maybe he knows?”
“He’s on assignment,” Lois tightly responded. “Now if there’s nothing else?” Thor agreed he wasn’t going to get anything more out of her, so he left. He was a little embarrassed that Herc seemed to have got more out of his contact, but Thor concluded that his interview was much more challenging. Thor bluffed and said he was going back to see Lois the next day, which made Hercules declare he would be hearing from Jimmy as well. The demi-god had no idea how he’d do this, but when he offered to take Jimmy to the gym, about the only way he knew how to socialise, he was grateful that Jimmy instantly agreed.
“Thanks for working out with me, Mr Hercules,” Jimmy Olsen said, as he lay down on the bench press.
“No worries, young Jimmy!” Herc gruffly replied. He liked the young lad a great deal, probably the first time he’d ever just liked a human, rather than wanted to fuck them. ‘Was that’ he wondered, ‘What Thor and all his crazy Avenger buddies meant? Is that why they did what they did? Because the humans were actually worth saving?’ He’d never considered such things before. Growing up as a demi-god, with Zeus for a father, the humans weren’t there to be liked or appreciated. They were there to be dominated and subjugated. ‘Is this…’ a light appeared in Hercules’s less than brilliant mind, ‘Why his father was no longer worshipped like they were in the olden days?’
But before Herc could make that substantial breakthrough, Jimmy piped up. “I’ve finished.”
Herc looked down, realising that this little human looked mighty pleased at his bench pressing of sixty kilograms.
“Your turn?” Jimmy said, getting off the bench and adding a twenty-kilo plate from the stack to the left of the bar. Herc, picking up three twenties at a time, before eventually taking pity on Jimmy and going over to put the last two on the other side.
“Alright, let’s do this thing!” Herc roared, ripping his shirt off, tearing it right down the centre and flexing his pecs and bicep in one go.
Jimmy couldn’t take his eyes off the huge Greek demi-god, as he lay down on the bench.
“Hey!” Herc shook him out of his stupor. “My pecs are up here,” he said smacking them with his fists. “Now come on over her and spot me.”
“Spot you?” Jimmy quaked. “I can’t lift that.”
Herc chuckled. “Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to. I just wanna gaze up as your cock tents your shorts.”
If Jimmy didn’t have African heritage, Herc would have sworn he went bright red. But instead, he looked sheepish and tried to cover his gym shorts with his hands. Which made it all the more obvious. “I forgot to tell you,” Jimmy tried to change the topic. “I went through all the videos of that actor. I finally found some where the henchmen who were fucking him, took their masks off.”
“That’s good, right?” Herc asked.
“Yeah, real good,’ Jimmy nodded. “I’ve been able to track them down. They work out of a gym on the wrong side of town. Professional thugs basically. I also think I know which building the events have been taking place at. I just need to get final confirmation.”
“Excellent news Jimmy,” Herc patted him firmly on the legs. “You’re a proper investigator,” and he grinned.
“Lois Lane called me actually,” Jimmy blurted out. “She was asking me if I knew anything about Superman’s disappearance, but don’t worry, I didn’t tell her anything. She also asked about Clark…” and Jimmy felt his lip wobble. But at the same time, his cock bounced up, slipping past his hands.
“See…” Herc sat up on the bench. “This is your problem. You know what you want. But you need to act like you should have it. There is no way that confused muscle boy of a flatmate of yours is ever going to give it up to you if he doesn’t know you want it.”
“What do you mean?” Jimmy sounded flustered. “What are you talking about?”
“I noticed you get rock hard when you saw those pictures of Clark getting railed like a slut. You wanted to do that to him,” and Herc gave a big laugh. “It’s OK man, don’t worry. Fucking your mates is one of the best things in life.”
Jimmy looked dubious, but he wasn’t running away, so Herc took that as a sign to continue. “I had a good friend by the name of Achilles…”
“Like the Greek hero?” Jimmy asked.
“Yes,” Hercules gave a roll of his eyes. “Like the Greek hero. Anyway, Killies as we called him, had the hots for me. It was easier to tell back in those days, as we went to the gymnasium naked.”
“Oh, I’ve heard of those places,” Jimmy nodded. “Bathhouses, right?”
Herc looked at him strangely. “Well yeah, we went to the baths too. But it was about the gym more. And I could see him… Killies would be staring at my dick like he wanted to inhale it. But see Killies was the son of a king… I mean, the son of a President,” he quickly tried to make the story relevant to this human. “Killies was to inherit his business, replace his dad. You know the type. And back then it was such a no-no for a big shot like him to be the one sucking the dick. You know what I’m saying?”
Jimmy nodded enthusiastically, and so Hercules slide back on the bench, grabbed the huge bench press, started lifting and continued telling the story, without getting the slightest bit out of breath. “Now Killies knew he wanted my dick, I wanted him to want my dick, but how was it going to happen given the circumstances? I knew I had to take charge, so I challenged him to a hunt, we went off into the forest, and after we caught the Erymanthian boar, we dove into the River Lamos, and when he came up for air, my dick was rock hard, right by his lips. He opened his mouth and the rest is history,” he finished proudly. “You know what I’m saying?”
“I need to take Clark out to the countryside?” Jimmy asked, wondering how that was going to work.
“No,” Hercules sighed, as he racked the bar with the lightest of clinks. “You need to take charge and show him you’re the top. Do it your way, obviously. You’re flatmates, right? Come out of the shower when he gets home, drop your towel in front of him, show him you’re hard. When he stares, ask if he wants to touch it. That’s an oldie but a goodie. But it does usually work.”
“Gosh,” Jimmy said, realising that his cock was bouncing like crazy in his gym shorts.
“If he’s scared to begin with, you just need to remember you’re the top. You’re in charge. Be naked around the house at all times. If at any point, for at any reason, he gets on his knees, make sure you bend over him, letting your cock droop near his mouth. That’s also a good one.”
“I can do that,” Jimmy nodded enthusiastically. Well, enthusiastically and very, very horny. “But what if Clark just wants the sex?” Jimmy suddenly asked. “I like Clark. I like him a lot. And I think that I might like something more. How do I make that happen?”
“He, he, he!” Hercules grinned, ignoring Jimmy’s concern. “You know Clark won’t be able to resist your dick. You really are a top.”
Jimmy couldn’t resist grinning back, yeah, he had the self-confidence to do this. And he was rapidly finding out that indeed, he did have it all planned out in his mind. Something wasn’t quite right though, what was it? “Hang on,” he protested. “As much as I want to fuck Clark when he next comes home, what does this had to do with helping Superman?”
Hercules looked at the younger man, his cock still tenting his gym shorts. “You know what?” He sighed. “I just can’t take it anymore. I’m not meant to be devious or clever. Mate,” he turned to Jimmy and looked him dead in the eye. “My name is Hercules, and I’m a Greek demi-god. I come from a parallel universe. Mu best buddy is Thor, the Norse God. And he’s been asking questions of Lois, that’s why she called you. We heard something had gone wrong, so we came via a portal to lend a hand.”
“But…”
“Your buddy Clark is the secret identity of Superman,” Hercules blurted out. “He is?”
“You really didn’t know it?” The demi-god asked.
“Well, no,” Jimmy found himself unexpectedly smiling. “I think I did, pretty much the first day. Especially when I saw him fly out the window.”
“So why does everyone act like they don’t know it?” Hercules honestly couldn’t stand it anymore.
Jimmy shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just what we all do.”
Hercules just rolled his eyes and fell back on the bench.
“Can I ask you a question?” Jimmy asked.
“Go for it.”
“I saw your buddy Thor at the Daily Planet. He’s pretty hot,” Jimmy grinned. “Are you and he like you and Achilles were?”
“Like I said,” Hercules gave a wide grin. “Sex with a buddy is awesome. Look at me and Thor. Every big hero like that needs a good buddy to keep them loving it.”
“I get it,” Jimmy nodded. “You’re like his sidekick.”
“No!” Herc protested. “If anything, he’s my sidekick!”
The following day, Jimmy gave them the remaining pieces of information, and the two superheroes stepped into action.
“This time,” Thor lectured Hercules, “Don’t strip naked when you go into the weight room.”
“Boy, you Asgardians are almost as square as these humans,” Hercules sighed. “OK. I’ll keep my pants on, but I can’t give you the same guarantee for my shirt.”
Thor roared with laughter, slapping his buddy on his back. “Let’s go beat up some villains and take their place. Hey dudes,” he called out to two muscle thugs heading to the front door of the gym.
It was a tactic as old as time, apparently. Beat up the goons and get hired in their place. It all seemed to happen without too much thought by Lex’s security team. Maybe they didn’t understand what Lex was up to, maybe if the boss had shared information with his underlings, they wouldn’t have hired two random muscle men from the gym on such short notice. Maybe they would have questioned why two of his reliable goons had suddenly disappeared. But Lex’s head goon didn’t do either of these, and when Lex took one look at the new goons, neither did he… and so here they all were. Like the guests at the party, Thor and Hercules were wearing bat masks to disguise their identity. Unlike the guests however, who were all naked, the two superheroes were wearing trousers, albeit ones that could be pulled apart just before the fucking, as the head goon had explained. Thor and Hercules had arrived at the ‘secret’ location – a cavernous apartment with views across the city – just before the event was due to begin, to be lectured by a clearly nervous host, who knew his very life depended on continuing to satisfy Lex’s cravings. He himself had long since got over his fantasy with Superman. But the show must go on, as they said.
“Gentlemen!” The host boomed to the assembled, naked guests. “Are you ready to see the ego of Krypton taken down? The biggest Goody-Two-Shoes of all time beg for cock? The insufferable prissiness of The Man of Steel gives in to his base urges?”
The crowd roared their approval. “Then want are we waiting for?” The host declared. “Bring out Supercunt!”
This was the signal for Thor and Hercules to push out the pummel horse that Clark Kent was strapped over, his legs apart and huge arse stretched wide open, showing his perfect pink arsehole. Behind their masks, Thor and Hercules exchanged glances. They knew they had a job to do, but neither of them could deny how effing amazing that arse was. Still, there would be time for that later.
The crowd meanwhile was crowing, whistling, jeering, and wanking themselves off at the thought of ‘Superman’, for in their minds they presumed he was an actor/model who looked enough like The Man of Steel, for their fantasy to be played out. In this room, only Lex Luthor – on his balcony overseeing it all – knew that this was no role play. Even his own mind had asked himself why he didn’t expose Superman to the world for the gay sex slut, a bottom no less, that he was? It was such a delicious story that would surely see the end of Superman, have him flying off to another planet for good, and out of Luthor’s life. And yes, that would be perfect. But in the meantime… there were hours of pleasure to be had in watching Superman get fucked like a bitch.
Luthor himself had not yet participated in the shenanigans. He told himself that when Superman was completely subdued, he’d have his fun with him. But unlike the others, he wanted to do it while Superman didn’t have to be tied up. He wanted Superman compliant, in a bed, begging for Luthor’s cock… maybe dressed in a French maid’s outfit… that thought gave his cock a jerk of pleasure. Perhaps, he considered, after these two new henchmen had their way with Superman, he would finally be ready for him. They were even bigger and more muscular than Superman, it truly was a sight to be seen. In fact, Lex wondered, they were so amazing, the perfect thugs in fact, he would need to question his head goon as to why it had taken so long to find them and get them part of his team. It really was remiss of him. Maybe his head good was losing his touch, and if these two new boys had a nth of their brain power, they’d be perfect to take on a new job within his organisation. If they could get Superman to scream like a girl, he’d offer them a job on the spot. “Time for some action?” Herc asked Thor, as they stepped forward.
“Mjolnir!” Thor roared, and his hammer crashed through the window of the apartment, sending all the guests screaming, and running for cover. Electricity shot from the sky through the open window, shorting out the fuses, just as a similar attack hit Luthor’s building, shorting out his entire companies data banks in a colossal explosion. A single vein of lightning shot up off Thor, and hit Luthor between the eyeballs, knocking him out, spinning him across the balcony. After that, there was little fighting to be done, as everyone was rightly terrified of the gods within their presence, and they disappeared out of the apartment as soon as they could.
“Oh!” Hercules exclaimed, disappointed at the situation, for he loved a fight as much as the next demi-god. “That was a bit too easy.”
Thor said nothing, directing Hercules to undo the kryptonite binds holding Superman in place. As he did though, the remaining arm of Lex’s security detail seemed to regain their nerve, and rushed in. Thor, not in a frivolous mood, dismissed them all with a crackle of lightening from the hammer. “Awww,” Hercules moaned. “Not fair.”
The lightening lit up the room, and one final stray bolt shattered the biggest window. It seemed to wake up Lex Luthor who stumbled to his feet and made his way to the window as if he meant to escape. But as rain flooded through the open window, a shadowy figure flew in, landing with a dramatic entrance right before Lex Luthor. “What are you doing here?” The tycoon babbled.
“I’m Batman!” Bruce harshly rasped. “I didn’t say who are you, I said…” Lex tried to snarl before Batman’s fist took him out. The final act of violence left the room in silence. Soon all the guests had either been taken out or had scarpered. And Thor, Hercules and Batman were standing there with a slightly dazed Clark Kent in the shreds of a tacky Superman costume.
“Clark,” Bruce Wayne spoke first. “I need to introduce you to my new friends. Thor. And Hercules. They come from another dimension. Did I say that right?”
“Sounds close enough,” Thor declared, deciding that anything else was too much to explain. All of the other guests had walked directly into a police sting operation, proving that Bruce Wayne’s contacts ran far beyond Gotham. Some of his prized crypto team had come in and tracked down every video and replaced them with ludicrously bad ones that would make you doubt the original, and any IP address that downloaded the video was hit by viruses that swept them clean. Everything was wiped from Lex’s files and to wrap it up, the electrical bolt from Thor had done the trick and he didn’t remember a single event of the last few weeks.
“Are we done here?” Thor growled.
“I believe so,” Bruce agreed. “But I think for our friend here,” he patted a dazed Superman on his shoulder, “We might need to offer a different sort of assistance.”
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