Superman reluctantly opened his eyes. Jimmy laid across the room, moaning softly, his nose and mouth oozing dark red blood. A numbered form lay still beneath him. Luthor was nowhere to be seen. The rest of the men were speaking in hushed tones as they snacked or hosed off their spunky, costumed bodies at a wash station in the far corner. He heard one of the men say that Jimmy had “killed Eight with his head”, but that made no sense. He was concerned for his friend as Jimmy’s mouth was really bleeding. Superman’s cape had been draped over his groin and he could still see the jutting outline of his semi-erect cock bulging underneath. As he struggled to process what was happening, the cold-blooded, unmerciful man wearing number One approached him and looked him in the eye. Where he had only seen sneering contempt and undisguised hatred before, Superman now noticed a curious softening of the man’s face, particularly in his deep brown eyes. “I’ve brought you a drink of water,” he said gruffly. “You do drink, don’t you?” he asked as he raised the plastic cup to the Man of Steel’s gagged opening. The mouthpiece and the hero’s square jaw were crusted with the remnants of Luthor’s semen and wetness still glistened in the hollow of his muscular throat. Superman refused with a grunt. He didn’t need to drink, even if the contents did smell like plain tap water, but there was something in One’s new demeanor, which his super-hero instinct told him, was trustworthy. Superman’s eyes widened and he cursed his sense of obviously skewed reality as One raised a soaking cloth to his face. But, instead of feeling the overwhelming super-sensitivity as the drug once again coursed through his system, he instead felt the man tenderly cleaning off his soiled face and neck. He looked at One with shock at first, then blinked his appreciation. Superman felt his cock stir under his cape. One noticed and smiled, his groin swelling slightly in its wet spandex pouch. He leaned in close to the hero and gently kissed him on the forehead. As he continued to swab the cum off Superman’s face he whispered, “In all my years as a slave to evil I’ve never felt anything like I do now. Your essence is…” “How dare you!” Luthor roared as he entered the room. With one hand he was gently massaging his flaccid penis through the clingy micro-thin material and in the other he held a large caliber automatic pistol. One spun around to face his agitated host. “Seize the traitor!” he bellowed. The men quickly surrounded the table. “What were you doing to him number One?” he asked then noticed the wet towel hanging limply from his hand. Luthor’s face turned purplish red with anger and he added, “You were wiping my precious bodily fluid off his beautiful face weren’t you? ANSWER ME!” “I, I…” stammered One as he backed up to Superman’s table. At that, Luthor raised the pistol and fired five times in rapid succession, hitting the man repeatedly in the chest and driving him back onto the semi-reclining Superman. The steel jacketed hollow point bullets exploded out of One’s back and stopped against the Kryptonian’s still-impenetrable skin. Superman screamed in pain and strained at his bonds. The dead man collapsed heavily into his lap, his head falling across his upper body, his unseeing eyes wide open in stunned disbelief. The Man of Steel was covered with the dead man’s blood and gore. His drug-sensitive skin was torturously magnifying the impact of the bullets where they had struck his chest and torso and he passed out from the monumental pain. Luthor trained the gun around the room at the remaining men. “Any more of you wish to comfort the enemy?” he asked, his face scowling, his nostrils flaring with rage. Jimmy regained consciousness, his ears ringing incessantly and sat up as Luthor came bellowing into the room. His head was pounding everywhere and he could feel a huge lump throbbing on the back. His nose, neck and chin were covered in his sticky blood and his mouth ached fiercely. He realized that he was lying on top of someone and he rolled away. The form of number Eight lay unmoving on the floor, his face apparently bashed in at the nose by an external force. “Holey Moley!” Jimmy thought as he noticed that Number Eight’s chest was not expanding and contracting. “He must be d-d-dead,” Jimmy thought as he heard someone yelling at somebody and then loud gunshots boomed and echoed through the room. Jimmy fainted as the man exploded in a shower of blood, falling backwards onto, “Hey, is that Superman?” “Clean this up, now!” Luthor growled. “Not one stain or spot on anyone or anything you cretins, or I’ll kill you all! I want no trace of that Judas anywhere!” he screamed as he exited through the door. The remaining numbers flew into action. Some removed the dead numbers One and Eight in body bags while others fetched pails and mops. Three and Six dragged Olsen off to his holding pen while Four, Seven, Nine and Eleven attended to the Man of Steel. Superman painfully regained consciousness. He was vaguely aware that his costume had been completely removed and saw men scrubbing his blue, yellow and red Lycra outfit over in the corner. He took a deep breath of the drug-laced air and winced at the burning discomfort in his bullet-battered ribs. His head cleared slightly and he noticed that he was now straddling a steel-grated drain in the floor. His arms were still manacled to the overhead bar that suspended him and his feet touched the grated floor about shoulder width apart. The table had been moved away. He moaned through the gag. “He’s finally awake,” said the burly man wearing number Eleven as he snaked a hose towards the Man of Steel from the wash station. “Just in time for a shower,” he laughed and his hairy belly jiggled. “Luthor said to use this special soap. It contains the drug,” said number Ten and he proceeded to work some soap into a large, wet sponge making a creamy, bubbly lather. Some of the suds dripped off the end and clung to the front of his thong. “Mmm, smells good, too. Okay, wet him down,” he said and number Two grabbed the hose from Eleven and adjusted the pressure of the nozzle to its most forceful stream. Cold water jumped from the tip and sluiced over the Man of Steel’s muscular body. He winced as he felt the pressure against his tender ribs and a muted scream escaped through the gag causing Two to grin with evil delight. Superman could see rivulets of One’s blood streaming down his body towards the drain and he felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility that the man was dead only because he showed some kindness in wiping off his face. Luthor was out of control. He hoped these men were smart enough to see that. “Turn down the pressure, Two! You’re getting blood all over the room.” Two ignored Eleven’s plea and continued to blast the Kryptonian. “Turn it down, Two, or you’ll clean this whole room yourself! And turn on some hot water, too, this is freezing cold!” said Four. Two looked around the room then quietly adjusted the pressure and cranked the hot water spigot. “Soap him up good, you guys. We have to get every bit of dirt off him so make sure you explore every nook and cranny!” Ten winked and smiled with anticipation as he starting applying the drugged suds up and down the perfect body displayed in front of him. This was what they had all waited for: their first chance at actual physical contact with the super-hero. Others moved in and soon were lathering different areas of Superman’s physique. The water had finally warmed up and the drugged soap caused his skin tingling to magnify again as the sponges caressed and scrubbed. Superman immediately felt his cock hardening and moaned happily as several sponges quickly moved in and targeted that area. His legs were spread widely apart so access to his massive genitalia and muscular buttocks was easily attained. “Hey what’s this shiny white thing?” asked Nine, as he picked something off of Superman’s chubby penis. “Ha, it’s one of Olsen’s teeth. Did you see that poor kid go flying through the air when Big Blue exploded?” Eleven said they all laughed. “Yeah his mouth’s a mess. He doesn’t have a front tooth left on the top or bottom. Must’ve been like ramming a steel rod in and out of his mouth. Ouch! And did you see the number that Red’s head did on number Eight? Caved in his nose like a ripe melon. That guy didn’t have a fucking chance. I’m sure glad I wasn’t sitting on the kid’s back when Supes blew him off. Oh well, one less we have to share with,” Two said broodily as he soaped their captive. “Yeah but what about One?” someone whispered knowing the room was probably bugged. “We paid lots of money to be here so if One wanted to wipe off his face then what was the problem?” “Luthor’s the problem, that’s for sure,” Eleven said. “We may have to deal with him.” They all nodded agreement and went back to the pleasurable task at hand. Soon all the men returned from their tasks and, grabbing sponges, they scrubbed his hard, muscular body. They washed the hero’s face, ears and hair, his neck, throat and shoulders, his chest, back and underarms. The men were becoming as soapy as the Man of Steel was and Superman enjoyed the coarseness of the scrubbing sponges. His eyes were closed. He could now feel numerous hands sliding across the slippery surface of his swaying cock and ball-sack, his buttocks and crack, kneading and caressing his slick, soapy skin. Soon all the men had thrown away their sponges and were using their hands and bodies to lather and touch him. As they caressed his hot, hard, muscular body they lost all abandon. He was at their mercy as they pleasured themselves by touching and rubbing against his perfect physique. Hands and mouths were everywhere and he felt a hard soapy dick being slid between his inner thigh and ball sac. His own cock was fully aroused and he could feel the pressure against his testicles. The man ejaculated quickly and backed away, his juices dripping at the Man of Steel’s soapy crotch. Others were ejaculating thick ropes of creamy white spew onto his carved eight-pack abs, his pubic hair and buttocks. From behind he felt another hard prick sliding between his ass cheeks. To his amazement, the soapy cock breached his asshole ever so slightly causing him to instinctively clench his butt cheeks. The man howled in pain and fell to his knees, grabbing his squashed dick. Superman’s invulnerability was slowly deteriorating! “Hey fatso, bring me the chrome vibrator and some of that special Kryptonian joy jelly,” said number Two to Eleven. “And somebody help this guy to sick bay.” When it was delivered, Two held the gleaming silver tool for the Man of Steel to see. It was a foot long and slightly curved with a rounded tip. He slapped at the captive’s bruised ribs and taunted him. “You can’t break this Superpussy! I’m going to cleave you wide open with this then fuck you till I cum inside your pussy man-hole!” He then soaped up the shaft and clicked it on as he placed the vibrating tool between the hero’s front legs and pressed it to his balls. Superman’s body jumped with electric stimulation as the pulsating toy went to work. He had never before experienced the quivering, echoing sensation produced by a vibrator and he moaned as the shaft was placed against the great length of his own throbbing cock. Number Two then stepped around to Superman’s rear and smeared some of the jelly on the metal shaft. He then pressed the vibrating tool between the captive’s soapy cheeks, mixing the drugged jelly with the soap. Superman’s resolve was destroyed by the wonderful new stimulation he was experiencing. The vibrator was moved expertly into position and it teased and explored the outside of the virgin hole. Slowly but surely the opening was compromised. Superman inhaled sharply; Two roughly inserted the full length of the shaft, jamming it into his virgin hole. He squeezed again, denting the housing but did not dislodge the intruder. At first he yelped with pain but soon he felt only minor discomfort as the drug-smeared toy was rammed in to its hilt. His bowels and alien prostate began to tingle with delight as the shaft was plunged deeper and deeper into his dark passage. His manhandled cock was painfully engorged and the pressure from within was providing him with a taste of total and all-consuming stimulation. Soapy hands continued to swab his cock and balls and he could feel another tremendous orgasm bubbling to the surface. He could feel the vibrator being withdrawn but his hole was soon filled with a fleshy replacement. He could feel the hard cock sliding in and out, slick with jelly as its owner yelled with pleasure. He felt the hot spurt in his bowels as Two’s cock spewed its contents and the spent man pulled away and collapsed to the side, panting and gasping for air. Another quickly took his place, renewing the fabulous stimulation in his bowels. Superman’s cock was rinsed and he saw number Six preparing to gorge on his rock hard meat. He felt the hot, hungry mouth enveloping him and he knew he was really done for. Number Four approached his face and he enjoyed the feeling as the man kissed and licked his ears. Hands reached around his head and amazingly, the horrible gag was removed. Superman worked his mouth but it was quickly covered by the man’s desperate kisses, his tongue working itself through the lips and teeth. “I just wanted to hear your voice as you came,” whispered the man, as he broke off the kiss and stared into Superman’s surprised blue eyes. “Thank you,” said the Man of Steel hoarsely. His orgasm was imminent and he closed his eyes. “Ooooh, here it comes!” he cried and the man sucking his cock quickly moved away. “Ooooooohhhh Great Krypton!” he cried as a huge spurt of white fluid blasted across the room and landed on the wall, chipping the plaster. “Thar he blows, boys! Get it while it’s hot!” Eleven shouted as he dove for the erupting shaft. They all lined up again and eagerly swallowed his sweet super-jism. The Man of Steel was still being pleasured from behind and as the fifth man came inside him he could feel the hot, viscous fluid running down his ass and legs as it drained lazily from his rectum. “Oh the exquisite pleasure,” Superman moaned, obviously in a drug-induced stupor and happy to be free of the restricting gag. “You guys can suck me and fuck me all day if you want,” he slurred. The men exchanged looks and laughed. “Don’t you worry about a thing, Big Blue, we’ll take care of you.” “Look at him, he’s a mess! Looks like we’ll have to wash him all over again.” COMMENTS: JohnanymousDoe@aol.com
