Operation Manpower Chapter eight: Ultimate Super Takedown
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It the frozen north, Superboy wandered the halls of the Fortress of Solitude, lost in thought. Silence held reign here, silence he needed as he tried to make sense out of what was happening in the world. All his male friends, all his male enemies, had just disappeared. And nobody seemed to have any idea what was happening. He was almost alone in the world, just him and—
He whirled suddenly, his cape tracing an arc in the air, and found himself facing Superman himself.
"Sir," the young hero said.
"You're lucky I didn't come in blasting," Superman said, "When the Fortress alerted me of the unauthorized entry I was ready to assume the worst."
"I'm sorry, sir, I just... I needed to be alone, away from all the places I know so I could think—make some sense of these disappearances."
"Did you figure out anything?"
"Probably no more than you have," Superboy admitted, "Since our minds work essentially the same way. But you have more experience and worldly knowledge than I do. What do you think?"
"Whoever it is that took the others has to come for us eventually."
"Yeah."
"Then perhaps if we work together, we can succeed where our friends failed."
They clasped hands, sealing their bargain—and their fate. The green crystals of the Fortress, with no warning, suddenly turned from green to purple.
"What the...?" Superboy began, but his body was suddenly frozen in place, engulfed, and rendered unresponsive by a purple-white light that shot through the tainted crystals-- unresponsive to voluntary control that was. His automatic responses were not affected, it seemed, and what they wanted was sex, man-sex, and a lot of it. He fell to the floor and lay there on his back, spread-eagled. The trademark red trunks that held his young manhood high and tight were having a hard time trying to contain his suddenly swollen cock.
"Gnugh!" he burbled as a flood of pre-cum soaked through the straining fabric.
Beside him, Superman had managed to get back up to one knee, but the light surrounding them flashed and intensified. The Man of Steel fell forward onto Superboy's body. He crawled to straddle the young Kryptonian and began to rub his similarly distended package against the younger hero's. Superboy grabbed at the older man's head and pulled him down into a desperate, sloppy kiss.
The two ground away at each other until the light flashed again. Superman straightened up, still straddling the younger meta, reached down to the collar of Superboy's uniform, and tore it in half. Down at the waist of his trunks, the teen hero's cock nosed its way out so that its fleshy head was free. Superboy stared up and gasped as Superman tore his own uniform apart to reveal his own hairier, more muscular, chest. Then the Man of Steel fished his own super-cock out of his trunks and fell down again, rubbing his ten-inch shaft against Superboy's nine inches.
Moans of passion filled the Fortress that had never before known the sound of men's lust. Another flash of the light, and the two men were wriggling around, their mouths searching out the other's hard dick.
"Mmmm!" Superman crooned as he covered the younger Kryptonian and Superboy's cock entered his mouth.
On the bottom, the teen was giving as good as he got. Beginner's luck was with the two as they gave their first blow jobs. Superman was careful, even considerate, as he fellated the teen, but Superboy clearly felt no similar restraint. The young man's head slammed up against Superman's pelvis and his throat ballooned to allow the mature fuck-rod to slide deep inside him.
"Fuck!" Superman gasped, and he couldn't tell if Superboy was nodding agreement with him or just trying to swallow as much of his super-cock as he could.
They sixty-nined until the light flashed again, and Superman found himself flipping the young hero over and tearing apart the seat of his trunks. The tear continued from the ass through to the pouch in front, and Superboy's long hard cock and heavy balls fell out where Superman could get at them. His mouth engulfed the orbs that filled out the boy's scrotum. One hand grabbed hold of the boy-cock, and the other probed virgin asshole.
"Yeah," Superboy whined, his face pressed against the floor, "Just like that, Superman! Oh fuck!"
Superman let the balls fall from his mouth and proceeded to mouth his teen counterpart from piss-slit to pucker where he indulged in an unexpected compulsion to eat the boy's ass into a relaxed state.
"Yeah, Superman! Do that. Get me hot and ready! I need you to—Ah!"
"To what?" Superman grunted as he pigged out on prime boy-cunt.
The light flashed again, and actually speaking the words aloud became unnecessary. The Man of Steel forced his protégé flat onto his stomach and mounted the young man.
"Aiyeeee!" Superboy screamed as the manly super-shaft forced its way inside his body, "Yeah! Fill my fucking cunt!"
Superman sank inside to the hilt and held the young man in place as his ass got used to having the Man of Steel's length and girth rearrange his guts.
Superboy panted, moaned, whined, and finally begged, "Do it, Superman! Fuck me!"
Granted permission, the super-stud began to undulate his body, running his shaft over the teen's own hypersensitive prostate. Superboy gasped loudly every time the big shaft ground against his love-nut. Superman would not have been surprised if the very crystals of the Fortress were vibrating in time to cries of their congress.
"Take it, chum!" he growled at the boy, "It's like your ass was made for my dick to fuck. God! Your ass is incredible!" "Then shut up and fuck me!" Superboy screamed, "Really fuck me! Fuck me hard!
The Man of Steel's gentle lovemaking now took on a more demanding tone, one he could never have indulged in with a human. His hips pulled back, almost dislodging his shaft from the boy's ass, and then slamming his cock back in again. Harder. Deeper. Faster. Superboy proved insatiable, and due to his Kryptonian physique he could take a harder fucking that almost any other man (or woman) on the planet. Superman took advantage of that and gave the young man the fuck of both their lives.
"Oh hell! Fuck yeah!" Superman yelled, "You'll be dreaming about this fuck for years!"
"Ungh ungh ungh," the teen grunted, and his ass tightened around the base of Superman's buried cock.
The Man of Steel hissed as his shaft fought to pull out, and then to push back in.
"Yeah, you little tease! Tighten that asshole. Show Super-Daddy how much you appreciate his dick in your ass!"
Superboy gripped hard as the Man of Steel twisted him around on his cock until they were face to face.
"Look at me, boy!" Superman ordered, "Look at the man breeding your punk whore ass!"
Superboy wrapped his legs around the older man's hips and threw his arms around the broad shoulders. As the sex continued, they rolled this way and that. Sometimes Superman was on top, pounding the hot ass, and sometimes it was the teen hero, riding dick.
"Seed me!" the teen cried at length, "I need your hot jizz scalding my guts. Please, Super-Daddy! Give me your super-cum!" Superman slammed the young man hard, but as undeniably turned on as he was, he couldn't get any closer to cumming, nor could he stop fucking.
"Fuck me back, you slut. Help Daddy give you the super-sperm your ass needs!"
The two kept fucking, unable to orgasm, but also unable to stop. It was pure sweet torture.
Both Kryptonians had abandoned language now, making do with base animal cries and grunts, when a human voice floated across their perceptions.
"Do my super-sluts need to cum?" the mocking voice cooed.
Superman, currently on the bottom, turned his head to the side and saw Lex Luthor, his arch-nemesis, standing in the dark, watching.
"Ugh ugh ugh!" grunted the Man of Steel whose mind was incapable of any higher functioning by that point.
"Nghn, nghn, nghn!" seconded Superboy, bouncing away on super-shaft.
"I'll take that for a yes, and since I'm in a generous mood today..."
He held up a control and pressed a big white button.
The light flashed a final time, and Kryptonian muscles tested the limits of what the two bodies could stand. Superman came so hard that he expected to feel his balls shoot up out of his scrotum and into Superboy's suctioning guts. It was so intense that he almost expected to see the sperm blow out the top of the boy's head—and if the kid had been human it would have. At the same, the teen wonder's balls leapt in their sack, and a wad of young man-sauce shot across the room and pitted one of the green crystals. The rest of the orgasm was less dangerous, but it sufficed to coat Superman's hairy torso in Kryptonian sperm. Their superior bodies experienced spasm after spasm until both their cocks and balls had done all they could. Then they collapsed in an exhaustion more complete than either had ever known.
Luthor clapped.
"Excellent, better even than I expected! Men, get out here. We need to get these two packaged fast. Who know how soon their bodies will recover?"
The henchmen rushed out from wherever they had been hiding from the purple ray that Luthor had wired into the Fortress' own intruder control system. They crammed their victims full of larger butt-plugs than any previous volunteer had suffered. In these butt-plugs the purple ray metal was wound round with one wire of green Kryptonite and another of pink. The super-asses submitted to the penetration without protest, and two super-cocks grew erect once again. The pair's cock rings also included strands of green and pink kryptonite, and unlike the other "volunteers" these two had ball stretchers that forced their Kryptonian gonads into the tight end of their ball-sacks.
"Ah!" Superman managed before passing out from exhaustion.
"Get ready to move out!" Luthor ordered, "I can't wait to get this precious pair home."