The Adventures of Superman: Defeat in the Multi-universe Part 1 Lex’s Whore Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The door to his prison opened and Superman was led once again by his master back towards Luthor’s office. The firm grip on his cock made his body tingle with pleasure as he fought unsuccessfully to keep his arousal under control. The hero felt cooler than usual as a result of losing all of his body hair.

His crimson ass began to heal rapidly as the yellow rays of Earth’s sun repowered his body. He now could easily overpower his master and escape but the mental bonds of love and lust made this impossible.

Once they were back in the office, Superman looked towards the bathroom where his cum covered costume lay on the floor. Even wearing that disgusting garment was better than being completely nude. He could still feel the lustful eyes of Luthor’s employees staring at his muscular, nude body like he was a piece of meat.

Luthor sat at his desk and pointed to the space underneath the desk. Hanging his head in shame, the Man of Steel fell to his hands and knees and crawled under the desk. His hard cock wagged like a happy dog’s tail as he tried to fit his muscular form into that tiny space.

Reaching his hand down, the villain ran his fingers through the wavy black hair of his slave. “I think it’s time for you to honor the contract you signed with me, Superman.” He said softly as he looked down and gazed at the frightened blue eyes of the alien he conquered. “I want to know your secret identity.”

Superman’s mind shrieked as his mouth worked soundlessly. He couldn’t give Luthor this, he just couldn’t! His body struggled to comply to his master’s wishes as his mind used of his strength to keep his tongue from uttering the two words that would destroy him forever.

Luthor watched impatiently and a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes. The hero knew that he would feel his master’s wrath if he didn’t give the information that was demanded of him. Superman was scared out of his mind, but he resolved to never give this information no matter what would happen to him. His parents, loved ones, and Lois would all be in terrible danger and even if he was free there would be no way to watch them all the time.

The hero felt his head being shoved forward and found his face buried in Luthor’s crotch. The musky smell of his manhood filled his nostrils as cracks started to appear in his steely resolve. His cock twitched wildly as his lust started to go into overdrive. Superman gasped as he felt Luthor’s shoe start to press against his throbbing erection. Closing his eyes, the hero felt himself being pulled slowly back into obedience.

“Please, Mr. Luthor,” Superman whispered hoarsely. “Please don’t make me tell you.”

The villain responded by pulling the lust filled hero up to his lap by his armpits. The Man of Steel felt soft fingers caressing his face as he stared down at the handsome bald man who he loved more than life himself. The hero felt his face being pulled down and as their lips touched, Superman uttered the two words that would destroy him. “Clark Kent.”

He opened his eyes and flinched when he saw the burning flame of triumph in his master’s eyes. Tears started to fall down his cheeks as the hero knew that he was completely defeated. Luthor now owned his body and soul. Even if he ever found the power to resist the hold that the villain had over him he would never be free of the business tycoon.

This aspect of his total defeat caused Superman to sob out of control. He found himself shoved back to the ground as he curled up in a tiny ball and cried. He was barely aware of Luthor calling in a member of his personal army and instructing him to go to Clark Kent’s apartment and to bring everything back to Lexcorp. Special instructions were given to locate all of Superman’s spare costumes and to deliver them to Luthor personally.

The hero had no idea how long he lay on the carpeted floor weeping uncontrollably. It wasn’t until Luthor pulled him up by his hair and lightly grabbed his hard cock that he was able to get some semblance of control back. His damn cock had remained hard the entire time, a cruel reminder of the villain’s control over him.

“Pull yourself back together, Kent,” Luthor snapped harshly.

Hearing his greatest nemesis use his real name made the hero flinch as his hand tried to clean the tears and snot from his face. Knowing that there was no hope of escaping his master’s control, Superman completely surrendered himself. He was no longer a hero, but a slave now.

The villain grabbed a pile of clothing that was neatly arranged on the corner of his desk and tossed it to the defeated hero. Superman easily caught it and paled when he looked at what he was given. At his master’s instructions, he started to pull on the clothing.

It vaguely resembled his costume, but was altered in ways that made him feel sick. The jersey barely reached past his nipples and the fabric was see-through with the exception of the small “S” shield in the middle of his chest. Two thin, sheer pieces of fabric ran down his sides and connected to the long piece of fabric that ran down the middle of his back. They connected to a pair of briefs that were barely large enough to cover his monstrous dick. His ass was completely uncovered showing off the twin round orbs of muscles in an alarming way. The new costume had his trademark colors.

Superman looked down at his mostly exposed body and almost fainted. How could his master want him to wear this in public? He looked like a complete whore in this! Luthor handed him a pair of red boots and the hero pulled them on. They were longer than his normal boots and reached slightly above his knee. With his new costume complete, Superman felt the burning flames of humiliation as his master nodded in approvement.

“I have a meeting to attend to, Kent.” Luthor said briskly. “I expect you to behave like a good slave that you are. It would be a shame to have to punish you in front of my department heads.”

The Man of Steel paled as he nodded in agreement. The thought of having to wear this in front of other people were horrifying, but his body was not his own any longer. As long as Luthor had control over his cock, he would be helpless to resist the man who enslaved him.

The hero followed his master out of the office and into a nearby conference room. As he walked in the door, he could see the shocked faces of Luthor’s executive team.

“Good afternoon, people,” The business tycoon said as if nothing were out of the ordinary. “Let’s get down to business. You probably recognize Superman here with me. I’m proud to announce that he is the newest employee of Lexcorp and will be acting as my personal assistant. Superman, go ahead and serve coffee.”

As his master talked about the agenda of the meeting, Superman turned and walked to the back of the conference room. A fresh pot of coffee sat on a warmer right next to a tray of cups and danish. He could feel eyes on his exposed ass as he tried his best to walk with an erection trying to break free of his skimpy briefs.

Taking a deep breath to try and calm his nerves, the enslaved hero put a smile on his face before he turned towards the meeting with a tray in one hand and the coffee pot in the other.

Going to the Luthor first, he place a cup in front of his master and filled it with the coffee from the pot. The hero then placed a small plate in front of him with a piece of fresh danish. The villain ignored the subservient hero as he continued to talk about business.

Superman left his master and walked over to the nearest executive who stared at his almost naked body. As the hero completed his duties, he felt a shiver as the fat older man brushed his fingers across his tented briefs. Seeing that the powerful hero did not retaliate, he waited until the muscular man was bent over pouring the coffee before he grabbed the Man of Steel’s crotch and squeezed with all of his might.

The hero gasped as he struggled not to spill a drop of coffee. His cock started to spasm as he tried to force the feelings of an impending orgasm down. As he placed the danish in front of the pervy executive, he turned and hurried to the next person. A slap on his exposed ass as he left caused him to almost drop his tray.

As he reached the next executive, a handsome woman in her fifties, Superman looked down and saw the huge stain of precum on the front of his briefs. It caused the fabric to become transparent and molded to the hardness of his erection. The woman noticed as well as she reached over and traced her finger down the pulsing thick shaft. Superman burned with humiliation as he tried his best to ignore the molestation and concentrate on his duties. He almost wished that his master would get jealous, but Luthor just continued with the meeting as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

Superman attended to the other executives who each took turns in trying to find ways to make the hero fail in his duties. Each person took a perverse delight in seeing the once mighty hero reduced to the state of a sexually harassed bitch. His cock and ass were groped, slapped, and molested as he obeyed the instructions of his master.

When he was finally finished, he rushed to put the pot and tray back on the counter before returning to his master’s side. His briefs were now completely soaked with his precum and he could feel the wetness sticking to his groin.

As the meeting came to a close, Luthor finally looked at his teary eyes slave with an evil smile. “I can see that you all have enjoyed the services of our newest employee. Superman will be available to serve in his new role in the days to come. If you would like to slot a time with him, just talk to Mercy and she will let you know his schedule.”

The villain stood to his feet and nodded to his management before he walked out of the room with the Man of Steel following meekly. The prospect of being whored out to his master’s employees made him realize that as far as he had fallen, there was still much more depths to sink into. He could not imagine how things could get worse.

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