“Slave, you have just been drafted into my army of evil. But before you can become a member of my elite fighting force, you will need to learn all of the many duties that you will be expected to perform while under my command. So, my rugged new recruit, are you ready to complete your military training?” The mad scientist asked the former superhero.
It took a second or two for his patient to respond, just enough of a delay to cause the doctor some concern. But, before Sklavnmeister and his staff could go into a panic, the man they once called Superman opened his mouth to speak. His voice was flat and monotone as he haltingly spoke the words, “ … Yes, … Master!”
To hear the mighty Man of Steel actually call him ‘Master’ was like music to the doctor’s ears. The sinister scientist wrung his hands with delight when he heard this one-time symbol of truth and justice now address him with such reverence and respect. A knowing look of confidence came over Dr. Sklavnmeister’s face once he knew for certain that he had successfully turned Superman into his mindless slave.
“Very well then, draftee. … Now get down on the floor and kneel before your fellow soldier! … That is an order!” the doctor told the hero.
Slowly and mechanically, Superman dropped to his knees, his glazed eyes now staring directly at the crotch of the hulking soldier standing over him.
“Remove the Private’s pants and underpants, plebe!”
After another pause, Superman dutifully reached up and began to unbuckle, then unzip his fellow soldier’s fatigues. The computer was searching its databanks for the instructions the mad scientist had programmed into it and then relayed them directly to the superhero’s mind via the microchip. You could even hear the humming sound coming from Superman’s head as it processed each byte of data and turned it into commands that the superhero-bot could understand and then follow. Superman pulled the pants down over Private #01971’s muscular thighs and dropped them at his ankles. Then the subjugated superhero-slave did the same with his underwear, exposing the soldier’s limp cock for all to see. And what a sight it was. Even unaroused, the Private’s penis was still quite large, way bigger than the average man‘s (yet it was nowhere near as big as Superman’s).
“Now … Bring him to arousal, cadet!” The mad scientist shouted with authority.
Superman reflexively licked his lips and then reached up, gently grasping his fellow soldier-slave’s cock in his right hand. The superhero-bot started to stroke it, slowly at first, then faster as the private’s member began to stir. Instinctively, Superman knew it would not take long for Private #01971 to achieve maximum hardness, as the grunt was being controlled by the same computer that he was. They were linked together in mind, and soon in body as well. As the private’s staff began to inflate and extend, Superman took him into his moist, warm mouth, swallowing as much of his manhood as possible. Up and down, Superman began to suck, bobbing his head along his fellow soldier’s shaft like a piston. Despite the fact he had never given a blowjob before, the reprogrammed Man of Steel was now almost literally a cock-sucking machine. After going down on it couple dozen times or so, Superman released the private’s now-stiff dick from his mouth and just sat there, still staring ahead at his cock. It was now pointing directly out at a 90 degree angle from his body, just inches from Superman’s blank face.
“Good work, trainee. Now, present your ass for insertion.”
The obedient super-slave slowly turned around and then got down on all fours, assuming the position. Superman’s ass was now facing the private‘s hard cock and his puckered hole soon opened wide, ready to be penetrated.
“Now for your final training exercise, my new soldier-slave. Private #01971, fuck our eager young draftee‘s ass!”
Now it was Private #01979’s turn. The soldier stepped forward and placed his massive left hand on Superman‘s butt-cheek. With his right, the private grasped his hard-on, now extended a full 16 inches and dripping with pre-cum. He precisely drove the head into the heterosexual hero’s waiting man-cunt, shoving it fully in almost immediately and filling Superman completely with some length to spare. The once-straight superhero subconsciously winced, though it was so low that it was barely noticeable, and drew in a deep breath, the only apparent signs that he could feel what was happening to him. In fact, neither of the soldiers showed any other sort of outward emotion. It was as if they were both carrying out just any normal, ordinary assignment that they would expect their superior officer to give them. The private drove his cock deeper and deeper into Superman‘s accommodating ass, each thrust getting a little quicker and a lot more forceful.
The doctor intently observed the erotic floorshow as he started to stroke his own dick. Seeing his current second-in-command sexually violating this mighty Man of Steel was turning him on like nothing else he had ever seen before. Yes, the unbelievable sight of Superman, the most powerful superhero of all, getting raped by another man who was almost his equal in every way was even better than he could of ever imagined.
“Now complete your mission, Private! You know what to do!” the doctor told the soldier.
!t certainly did not take long after he had received his orders for Private #01971 to reach orgasm. After 20 or 30 thrusts, the grunt was quite ready to give Superman his load. The tightness in his balls quickly traveled up the soldier’s shaft until the pressure reached the head of his cock. Just like that, the soldier exploded into the straight superhero, shooting his sperm deep into Superman‘s rectum. The private continued to pump himself in and out of his trainee‘s bubble butt, ensuring that this latest soldier-slave got his fill of his new duties. Only when his training instructor was completely spent did he pull out of Superman‘s assaulted asshole, his manhood already starting to deflate and turned limp once again. The soldier-slave then stood back and faced his commander.
“Now that have been indoctrinated into my evil army, it is time for you to cum and serve me, my new soldier-slave!”
Now that he had completed his training, Superman obediently released his wad just as his master had instructed him to. As soon as he ejaculated, one of the doctor’s lab assistants took a test-tube and placed it in front of the superhero’s cockhead so that he could catch the super-powered spunk pouring out of his hard dick. Once the first tube was full, still another assistant handed his co-worker a second empty vial so he could finish collecting the rest of Superman‘s rare alien sperm. Then the two technicians sealed both of the flasks and bought them over to the main computer for further analysis.
Meanwhile, the doctor’s own cock was soon bursting with pride over what was now his greatest accomplishment. The submission and enslavement of Superman. For his mad scientist had just done what no villain ever could do. Break the most powerful superhero of them all. And now The Man of Steel was his to command.
Once they were both through cumming, the mad scientist praised Superman for his obedience, “Very good, my super-slave. Now crawl over here on your hands and knees and bow before your new Master!”
To add insult to injury, the humbled hero, already down on the floor in a doggy position, had no choice but to obey and started crawling toward his new Master. Once he reached the doctor’s feet, Superman respectfully lowered his head and kneeled in front of the evil old man who he now served. The doctor was pleased.
“Excellent, my obedient pet! Now, lick up your reward!”
His humiliation continued as The Man of Steel soon found himself licking up the doctor’s acidic, pungent discharge off the cold, tile floor. But, no matter how bitter the taste, it did not seem to bother our hero. That is because Superman had been mentally conditioned to consume his Master’s cum on command, just like all of the other soldier-slaves before him. For it was now his reward … his nourishment … indeed his very sustenance.
“Ah, ah, ah … don’t forget the shoes, super-slave! Give your Master a spit-shine while you are at it!”
With those orders, Superman hungrily lapped up the remaining cum off the old man’s pair of leather oxfords. He kept polishing them with his slobbering tongue, even cleaning the dirt off his grimy soles, until the doctor finally told him to stop.
“Good job, super-slave! Now kiss my feet!”
Superman quickly complied, applying his drooling lips to the front tip of the old man’s still-spanking wet shoes while the doctor looked down and released a hearty laugh at the hero‘s expense as he reveled in his victory.
To Be Continued …
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