Operation Manpower Chapter six: Care and Handling
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Lex Luthor, evil genius billionaire, wandered through his (still growing) collection of "volunteers" with the assessing eye of a connoisseur. All the captured metas were naked (though Luthor had perversely allowed them to keep a mask if they usually wore one), floating in a state of induced horn-dog limbo brought about by their purple-ray emitting butt-plugs and cock rings. (In the case of the aqua-metas, "floating" was double true since their tubes were filled with water in which their sleek naked bodies bobbed up and down.) Though it wasn't necessary for keeping the volunteers in their tubes, the meta's cuffed wrists were chained to similar cuffs around their upper thighs. There was no way these men could be mistaken for anything but captives, and the specific kind of captive was obvious by the number of them that sported a hard dick. That was the real purpose of the wrist/thigh cuffs. Luthor didn't want his volunteers constantly jerking off and maybe damaging the sensitive skin of their pricks.
While some of the metas were content to bask in their state perpetual arousal, others were doing something about it. Gnarck had started it, but now quite a few captive metas were rubbing their dicks up against the side of the tubes, trying to bring on another orgasm though incredible displays of frottage. Hoarse voices drew Luthor's notice. Vibe and Mad Dog (in neighboring tubes) were fixated on one another, humping away, and displaying all the symptoms of immanent orgasm.
Intrigued, Luthor wandered over to watch the heroes pop. He turned on the sound from inside the tube and listened as the studs rubbed away.
"Oh, fuck!" whined Vibe, "Fuck! So close!"
"Yeah," Mad Dog moaned, "So close. So... Gotta cum! Gotta..."
Two muscular bodies went stiff, and two pairs of balls pulled up tight as the metas' dicks made a spermy mess on the inside of the holding tube.
"Fuck..." Vibe moaned as he swayed back and forth, his vigilante face a study in absolute satiation, "Fucking so good!"
Luthor pulled out a talkie and pressed the button that let him address the men in the two tubes.
"Yes, very fucking good, you hot little whores. And for that show you deserve special whore-treats."
Vibe and Mad Dog's eyes turned towards Luthor, but it was clear the heroes' brains were not really registering who was talking. They did recognize the word "treat", and their mouths broke into smiles of anticipation.
Against one wall, Luthor's henchmen were getting ready to feed and water the volunteers. He sauntered over to where they were loading carts with silicone dildos. Each fake cock had a sizable reservoir attached behind the ersatz balls, and these reservoirs were filled with either water (blue dildos) or a special nutrient-mix that Lexcorp had developed (orange dildos). The dildos were, of course, modelled on Luthor's own cock, and he laughed at the thought that all these men would soon be fellating him by proxy. The first cart out had made its first stop at the tube holding the green-skinned shape-shifter Beast Boy. Henchman #32 de-rezed a hole in the tube wall right at the green teen's head height. Into that hole, the minions pushed an orange feeding dildo. Beast Boy lunged at the fake cock and sucked contentedly away, drinking up the "dinner" which would keep the young meta's body nourished and his sperm production set on high—the state Luthor wanted all his volunteers in until he delivered them to the aliens. As the green-skinned boy sucked for all he was worth, the purple-white glow from his privates grew in intensity, encouraging further slut-like behavior. Some might call it a vicious circle, but Luthor looked on it as simple positive reinforcement.
Henchman #32 inserted a blue watering dildo next to the feeding dildo and then prepared to move on to the next tube as his fellows started pushing their carts out into the forest of tubes.
"Men," Luthor amplified his voice, and all the henchmen looked up, "On your trolleys you'll have noticed that you have a few dildos colored purple—yes, that's purple like the ray. While you make your rounds, when you come across a volunteer who has shot at least one load against the wall of his holding tube, make sure he gets one of those tubes in addition to his "food" and water."
Henchman #27, who was just trundling his trolley along to where Luthor was standing, looked at the deposits of multiple orgasms on the wall of Vibe's tube.
"So, this one should get a purple dildo?" he asked.
"Yes, this prize slut has gone well above and beyond, and I think he deserves a treat."
"Uh, right, sir. Would I get in trouble if I asked what was in these purple dildos?"
"Not at all. It's a special compound that temporarily doubles the pleasure center' ability to appreciate sexual sensations and form an even stronger association between the pleasure and what induced it."
"Uh, but..." #27 began, confused.
"Why not give it to all them? Well, let's just say that my good-will only extends so far.
"Good-will, right, sir. Good one, sir."
"And in addition to that," Luthor said, ignoring the sarcasm, "I want to reinforce the volunteers who have embraced their new roles as pathetic eager sluts. They may just serve as role-models to their fellows."
Later, after feeding was over, the minions walked a second pass through the tubes using a sonic cleaner to "wash" their captives. Sweat, dirt, cum, spilled "food", piss, and diminished anal excretions (the "volunteers" had all been cleaned out before going into the tube and were only getting a liquid diet, but...) worked loose and were drawn away through vents at the bottom of the holding tubes. The evil genius had stopped at Jericho's tube and watched as the boy sucked away at the watering dildo (and yes, papa Deathstroke in the next tube was hypnotized by the sight of his boy sucking cock, even if it was only fake cock), and that's when Luthor figured out how to run his epic (if sadly temporary) male brothel. And once the prize "volunteers" were acquired, he'd be ready for a gala grand opening.
The genius was chortling to himself when the henchman feeding and watering Nightwing pointed to the mess on the side of the Titan leader's tube.
"It's a pity you can't sell that," the henchman said, "He's shot enough of it today."
Luthor immediately turned to the ranks of subdued sex-addled men, more of whom were now indulging in wall-fucking, and cried, "Eureka!"