Superman's Demise - Original Version

Happy Friday everyone!

Here is the original version of the "Superman's Demise" story as written by Robert Moon. I'm sorry to say that this is the last of the Robert Moon stories that I'm aware of -- if anyone knows of other stories of his out there on the Internet, then please let me know! Even though all of his stories ultimately end with the destruction of a handsome hunk's manhood, his work is undeniably amazing.

This story is no exception, as Superman's genitals meet a brutal end in this story.

I'll start posting stories starting this weekend based on original work from other authors. And yes, I do have original stories of my own that I'll be posting as well. I have TONS more stories already ready to print and more in the works, so I'll be keeping this blog busy for months to come. :)

Supermans Demise 

By: Robert Moon 

written:5/24/97

Superman is captured and forced to undergo the evil experiments of a mad scientist.

SCENE ONE

The city has become the envy of other communities since Superman's 

arrival.  Every month, the crime rate here in Metropolis continues 

to drop.  Criminal activity has virtually stopped thanks to the 

diligence of the Man of Steel.  Now, with our great city basking in 

peace, the making of a momentous occasion is underway.  Superman and 

Lois Lane have announced their wedding date!  Dignitaries and public 

officials will join the friends and family of the couple.  The 

general public will be able to view the ceremony via a global 

telecast.  The wedding will take place at Metropolis Stadium in 

order to handle the large number of guests and media people.

Super-Wedding fever is sweeping the city in the last few days before 

the grand event.  I'm fortunate enough to play a small part in the 

ceremony.  Nothing spectacular, I'll be one of the waiters during 

the reception.  However, I'll be right up front with the happy 

couple!

SCENE TWO

Well, I just got back from getting my tux fitted.  Everyone's 

preparing for the big gala event this coming Saturday night.

My friend Todd called this afternoon all excited.  I guess 

Superman's wedding has gotten him enthusiastic as well.  He's been 

begging to take my place at the reception.  Not on his life!

Let's see, the popcorn's popped, the movie's in the VCR, and the 

beer is cold.  It's time for a little relaxation.  Wait, someone's 

knocking at the door.  Rats, I really need some peace and quiet.  

It's Todd.  What's he doing here on a Wednesday night?  I ask him 

why he's not getting ready for the big weekend.  He says he needs to 

borrow a few things.  Like what?  I walk into the kitchen to grab 

him a beer and hear Todd say "You!"  The next thing I know, there's 

a dull thump on the back of my head, I see stars, then blackness...

SCENE THREE

What!  Where am I?  My head still hurts from being hit.  I can't 

move as I'm handcuffed to a steel ladder in the center of a metal 

room.  There's a round hole in the ceiling with the ladder coming 

down through it.  The only sound I hear is my own breathing.  It 

hurts to struggle too much since the handcuffs are closed pretty 

tight on my wrists.  I guess I'll just have to wait and see what 

happens next.

Suddenly, I begin to feel the air pressure change a bit.  There's a 

whoosh of air and a quick blur from the ceiling hole and there 

stands the Man of Steel!  With a smile, he asks if he can be of 

assistance.  "Yes, please!  And can you remove those handcuffs while 

you're at it!?!"  He laughs and walks behind me, grabbing the 

handcuffs.  Before ripping the cuffs apart, a metal hatch closes 

covering the ceiling opening.  Superman easily removes the handcuffs 

and begins massaging my sore wrists.  Glancing up at the hatch, he 

says that we'll be out in no time.  He asks me if I'm alright, but 

before I can reply, a voice booms out, "Not so fast Mr. Superman!  

The room you're in is now surrounded by a highly poisonous gas.  

Definitely not fatal to you, but the young man wouldn't survive 2 

seconds in it."  I'm utterly speechless, while Superman shows 

considerably more composure.   He calmly walks up to a small speaker 

on the back wall of the room and asks the mysterious voice, "I see.  

And what do you want from us?"  The voice replies, "Your friend 

there was simply bait to get you here.  What I need from you is a 

little cooperation."  "What sort of cooperation?" asks Superman.  A 

hidden wall panel slides open revealing a glass container of some 

sort of liquid.  "Drink the fluid." the voice calmly says.  The Man 

of Steel asks, "And if I don't, what then?"  In an equally calm 

tone, the voice indicates that the room will begin to fill with the 

poison gas, much to my dismay.  I think the look in my eyes were all 

that Superman needed.  He reaches into the panel and removes the 

container.  After examining it, he asks, "What is this liquid, and 

why do you think it will affect me in any way?"  With a short laugh, 

the voice replies, "Just a little cocktail that I've brewed up for 

you.  I think you'll enjoy it.  Now drink it.  My patience is 

running low!"  Superman hesitates for a moment and the voice shouts 

out "Now!  You over-muscled Boy Scout!  I'll release the gas in 30 

seconds if you don't."  Turning to face me again, Superman opens the 

container and brings it to his lips.  I don't have a good feeling 

about this.  I ask him to stop, not to do it.  He smiles and puts 

his hand on my shoulder.  With a few gulps, he drinks the mysterious 

fluid.  Calmly he puts the container down.  "There, I've done it." 

he says in a commanding tone.  "Good.  You see, there's no harm done 

as long as you obey me." the voice says with a hint of excitement.  

A low hum begins resonating off the metal walls.  In a few minutes, 

the hum stops and the ceiling hatch opens.  The voice says, "The gas 

has been pumped away.  You are free to go."  Not needing to be told 

twice, Superman hugs me close and with a short hop, flies us up into 

the opening and through a metal tube about 20 feet long.  We land in 

a larger room with the tube entrance at our feet.  I peer down at 

the hole, taking time to notice Superman's considerable bulge in the 

crotch of his tights.  Do you think he was bluffing about the gas, I 

wonder?  Superman suggests that we're about to find out...

SCENE FOUR

One of the walls swings open revealing a bright, white room.  A 

short, stocky man in a white lab coat stands at the entrance, "I am 

Dr. Epicene.  Please come into my humble abode."  Holding me with 

his massive arm, Superman pulls me closer in order to shield me from 

whatever diabolical threat the doctor may present next.  We slowly 

walk into Dr. Epicene's laboratory.  Sitting on a lab stool, he 

begins talking, "I have had a great deal of interest in you, 

Superman.  You possess superhuman strength.  Nothing has presented 

you with even a hint of harm.  Not fire, electricity, bullets, nor 

toxic chemicals.  Until now.  You see, I've been analyzing your 

genetic structure from data found in the computers at Star Labs.  Of 

course, that data is not public knowledge, which is why I contracted 

someone to liberate it for me.  Our young waiter here knows who that 

is.  Todd, come in here!"  I can't believe it.  I knew Todd worked 

at Star Labs as a computer technician.  Todd walks briskly into the 

room to stand beside Dr. Epicene.  "Yes, it's true.  Dr. Epicene has 

paid me a rather generous sum of money for that data," Todd says 

with a smirk on his face.  Dr. Epicene continues, "After careful 

analysis, I decided to run an experiment.  One involving the great 

Man of Steel!  All that was needed was to get you here.  And thanks 

to Todd and his unwitting friend, it has been a flawless experiment 

so far."  I begin to get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.  

Superman crosses his arms and walks towards Dr. Epicene, "And just 

what does this experiment do?"  Todd and Dr. Epicene look at each 

other and begin laughing.  Walking over to a sheet covered table, 

Dr. Epicene explains, "Why, my dear Superman, the experiment will 

prove that I have discovered your one true nemesis, your Achilles 

heel.  Thanks to your genetic data, I've discovered your secret, you 

bulging Samson of sperm.  The liquid that you so willingly drank is 

an irradiated extract of..."  Dr. Epicene begins to giggle.  

"Extract of what?" demands Superman.  "Tsk, tsk, I see your patience 

is beginning to wear thin.  You see, after exhaustive testing of 

your DNA, I concluded that to render your super-powers useless, I 

needed to counteract your highly masculine body chemistry, with 

something completely different...  Which is why you have unknowingly 

swallowed a full dose of Kryptonite-irradiated semen!"  For the 

first time, I saw Superman hesitate.  He couldn't believe his ears.  

Could this all be true?  As Superman and I stood speechless, Todd 

chimed in, "How'd it taste, Miss Sperm-Drinker?!?  Nothing like 

tasting a little man juice, huh!?!  According to Dr. Epicene's 

calculations, you should be weaker than one of us ordinary people 

now!  The good doctor has plans for both you and this city now!!!"

SCENE FIVE

Slowly, Superman regains his composure.  Looking directly at Todd, 

he reaches out and grabs him by the collar.  Todd, with a stunned 

look on his face, tries to back away.  He is held firmly in 

Superman's steel grip!  I'm jumping up and down, "Yes!  Way to go!!!   

I knew these guys were full of shit!  How about taking care of them 

and then getting us out of here?!?"  Todd looks decidedly less 

confident now and even Dr. Epicene begins to hide behind the table.  

"Sure thing, kiddo!  Dr. Epicene, would you kindly join Todd over 

here?" the muscled superhero begins.  Suddenly, Todd twists away 

from him and runs to hide with Dr. Epicene.  "What the..." mutters 

Superman.  One of his legs buckles out from under him, sending him 

down to the floor on one knee.  He tries to get up, but struggles a 

moment before his other leg gives out.  The Man of Steel is holding 

himself up by his hands and knees.  I run over to him, trying to 

help him up, but I'm not strong enough to do any good.  Dr. Epicene 

peeks around the table, "Hmmm, I guess my absorption rate 

calculations were off just a bit.  So, how are we feeling now?  

Would you like to lie down?"  Dr. Epicene pulls the sheet off the 

table revealing what looks like an examination table complete with 

leather straps and all sorts of contraptions.  Todd grabs me and 

handcuffs me into a chair facing the bottom end of the table.  These 

guys are really into the bondage scene.  I watch as Todd returns to 

where Superman is struggling.  His arms get weak and with a few 

wobbles, he finally collapses face first on the floor.  Grabbing him 

by the biceps, Todd begins dragging the trembling muscleman towards 

the table.  My weakened hero looks like a rag doll with his arms and 

legs sliding across the floor.  Finally Todd and Dr. Epicene manage 

to get Superman face up on the examination table.  Turning to Todd, 

Dr. Epicene says, "Spread him out and remove those tights!"  With an 

excited look in his eyes, Todd goes to work.  First he removes the 

boots by sliding them over a pair of defined calves.  Then, he 

unfastens the belt and begins working the upper half of Superman's 

costume over that huge chest.  Pulling the limp arms over the end of 

the table, Todd finally clears the chest and head, leaving 

Superman's torso completely naked.  He then secures the thick wrists 

with leather straps at the upper corners of the table.  Dr. Epicene 

approaches Superman and starts attaching wired tit clamps to his 

nipples.  Groaning as first one and then the other firm nipple is 

pierced by the metal clamps, Superman can't believe his eyes.  His 

once invulnerable body is being easily punctured by the sharp metal 

clamps.  Todd, who's showing a bit of a bulge in his own crotch, 

begins peeling the bottom half of the super hero's tights over the 

chiseled butt and thighs.  Superman's monstrous dick lies cradled 

between his thighs as Todd yanks the tights off his legs.  His 

ankles are fastened to each table corner with the straps there.  I'm 

staring straight between his heavily muscled legs.  There, framed by 

dark pubic hair, rests the Man of Steel's pride and joy.  Todd grins 

at me and reaches over to move that perfect, heavy dick out of the 

way.  He lays it across the top of a massive thigh, exposing 

Superman's balls.  God, they're huge!  Two plump orbs hang between 

his thighs, resting on the table.   Todd begins playing with the 

left nut by rolling it gently between his fingers and thumb.  He 

can't even wrap his hand completely around one of those firm balls.  

Dr. Epicene yells, "Todd!  Get over here and help me with the 

equipment!"  Superman's weak voice murmurs, "What are you doing to 

me?!?"  "Why, I'm preparing you for the next phase of the 

experiment.  You see, I expect that the effects of the Kryptonite 

semen will eventually wear off, returning your powers.  That would 

be an unfortunate circumstance, so I intend to permanently remove 

your powers while you're in this vulnerable state!"  My heart skips 

a beat as I hear this, "What exactly are you planning on doing to 

him?"  Dr. Epicene responds by talking directly to Superman, "My 

dear boy, I plan on relieving your hunky hero of his symbol of 

strength and masculinity.  After removing every ounce of sperm from 

his testes, I will begin my cloning experiments.  Using his own cum, 

I intend to genetically engineer a race of Super Sex Fiends to do my 

bidding.  No one will be able to stop me!"  Superman begins a futile 

struggle to escape his bonds.

SCENE SIX

Overhead, a round, bright light is turned on, illuminating the 

following events with horrifying clarity.  Dr. Epicene makes a final 

adjustment to the tit clamps, forcing them to penetrate Superman's 

sensitive nipples even further, "There, that should provide maximum 

electrical contact...and pain!  Todd, bring the Prostate Stimulator 

over here!"  Todd returns with a large dildo-shaped device, covered 

with thin copper strips and small rounded nubs.  Dr. Epicene pushes 

a button which causes the bottom half of the examination table to 

split in two sideways, forcing the Man of Steel's ankles apart.  As 

the gap between his thighs widens, Superman begins pleading, "No!  

Please stop!  Please...mmmph..."  Dr. Epicene forces a leather band 

over the pleading mouth, shutting him up.  Another push of a button 

and the bottom ends of the table rise up, lifting the muscular legs 

to an angle of about 45 degrees.  I can begin to see the crack of 

Superman's ass now.  Todd does too and swings the heavy balls out of 

the way.  After inspecting Superman's smooth round ass, Todd wiggles 

his forefinger into the exposed butt crack.  Finding his target, 

Todd begins forcing his finger inside the tight butthole.  

Superman's muffled grunts can be heard as the finger continues to 

penetrate the virgin ass.  "Hmm, you sure are tight.  We're gonna 

have to remedy that before using the Prostate Stimulator.  And I 

know just the thing to do it." Todd says.  Another switch is pressed 

and now the head end of the table raises up until Superman's back is 

arched forward, his chin pressed between his mighty pecs.  

Superman's body is now doubled over, his massive cock lying over one 

thigh, his huge balls swung on top of the opposite thigh.  Todd 

pulls the super cock up and towards Superman's face.  Even soft, 

that giant dick nearly reaches his shoulder in this bent forward 

position.  Dr. Epicene unsnaps the leather gag from his mouth.  Todd 

squeezes Superman's jaw forcing his mouth open and begins feeding 

that long super meat between the helpless hero's lips.  As Todd 

holds the shaft, Dr. Epicene begins pushing and pulling Superman's 

head up and down.  Superman's lips stretch around his own fat meat 

as a couple of inches of it slide in and out of his mouth.  His eyes 

begin to water as he is forced to submit to this perverse act of 

self-fellatio.  "Save those tears Superman.  You need all the 

lubricant you can get on the end of that dick of yours." Dr. Epicene 

tells him.  After a few minutes of this humiliating act, Todd and 

Dr. Epicene finally lower Superman's upper body back into the 

reclined position.  The hero's mighty dick is glistening with his 

own saliva.  Todd excitedly says, "Now for the fun part."  Todd 

guides the spit-slicked dick down past the full ball sac resting on 

Superman's thigh, tucking the head in between his clenched butt 

cheeks.  Todd spreads the ass wide and begins forcing the massive 

head inside Superman's asshole.  Superman begins crying out in pain 

as the head finally works its way past the sphincter and another 

inch of the shaft follows it.  Todd stands back and admires his 

handiwork - Superman's long meat curving down and between his ass 

cheeks, buried inside his own asshole.  Superman is grunting and 

squirming on the table, trying to expel his own cock from his ass.  

Todd, however, thrusts the dick back in as Superman forces it out.  

Over and over Superman's hole is stretched open - as Superman expels 

his cock and Todd pushes it back in.  Finally, Dr. Epicene 

says,"That's enough.  I think he's opened up sufficiently to receive 

the Stimulator now.  So how does it feel Superman?  You've sucked 

your own dick.  You've been fucked by your own dick.  I'll bet you 

didn't think this would be happening when you got out of bed this 

morning!"  As the doctor replaces the leather band over Superman's 

mouth, Todd grabs the dildo-shaped Prostate Stimulator and begins 

guiding it toward the partially stretched butt.  Without any 

lubricant, he starts forcing the dildo-device into Superman's 

asshole!  "Uummph!" cries the immobilized stud.  "What's the matter?  

You aren't an anal virgin anymore, now are you?!?  Todd, what's 

taking you so long, get those 14 inches of Stimulator up his ass 

now!!!"  Todd keeps pushing the dry device into the spasming 

bunghole, the nubs popping inside that tight tunnel, one row at a 

time.  A little blood begins to form around the anus as Todd starts 

straining to get the whole length of the Prostate Stimulator in.  

"Aaaarrrrgghh!" screams the helpless hero through the leather mouth 

band.  Relentlessly, the butt torpedo is shoved deeper between his 

taut ass cheeks.  Tears are beginning to well up in his eyes as the 

last of the 14 inches of nubbed metal are forced into him, 

lubricated only by blood and the sweat which has begun streaming off 

his defined body.  Dr. Epicene joins Todd between the bulging, 

quivering thighs, "Good, now lock it in place."  Todd turns a ring 

on the exposed end of the Stimulator causing all of the nubs to 

expand outward like dull spikes into the anal walls.  Every muscle 

in Superman's body seems to convulse briefly and then completely 

relax.  I can hear him making little gasping noises now.  His 

asshole and bowels are being stretched to their limits.  I'm 

repulsed by what's going on, but can't take my eyes off of the scene 

unfolding before me.  If only I could get out of these handcuffs!  

Dr. Epicene returns to the Prostate Stimulator and inserts an 

electrical cord into the end of it.  Todd pushes a button which 

returns the bottom end of the table to its original position.  I'm 

beginning to understand the magnitude of the tortuous draining 

that's yet to come.  Dr. Epicene stands at the side of the table and 

begins pressing down on Superman's rippled abdomen.  As his hands 

progress down to the groin area, he pushes hard.  I can just make 

out the faint outline of the monster dildo buried so deep inside 

Superman.  More muffled groans escape from the fallen hero as Dr. 

Epicene takes unabashed delight in the torture being inflicted on 

the formerly powerful body!  Finally, Dr. Epicene returns to the top 

of the table and removes the mouth strap, "Well now, you look 

uncomfortable.  Would you like to be released?  All you have to do 

is ask AND swear your eternal allegiance to ME!"  A brief hiss is 

all that Superman can muster.  "Todd, the great hero looks a little 

parched.  Bring him something to drink."  Todd returns with a vial 

of liquid, "Here you go, Superman."  Carefully, he pours all of the 

fluid into Superman's mouth.  "How's that taste?  You liked the 

first dose of semen so much, we thought you'd like more!"  Futilely, 

the Man of Steel tries to spit the debilitating liquid out of his 

mouth and throat.  Todd covers the dribbling mouth with one hand and 

unzips his own trousers with the other, "It looks like we need a 

plug in there!  Taste this!!!"  Todd climbs up on the head of the 

table and straddles Superman's head.  Thrusting his dick into the 

slack jawed stud's mouth, he begins humping the throat with all his 

might, forcing the Kryptonite cum in.  Superman starts bucking in 

his straps as he begins gagging on the intruding cock which is 

working its way deep into his throat.  In a minute, Todd stops face 

fucking him and looks up at me, smiling.  Todd moans and lets a warm 

stream of his own cum flood the hero's throat.  Streamlets of gism 

pour out the sides of Superman's raped mouth.  Todd pulls his wet, 

warm, hard dick out and watches with amusement as the beefy stud 

gags and swallows the hot cum.  "Beginning to enjoy the taste, 

Superman?  Or should I say SPERMAN!!!" Todd asks.  Dr. Epicene 

glances at Todd, "If you're through now, clean him up and bring me 

the Extractor."

SCENE SEVEN

Todd washes and dries Superman's handsome face, brushing back the 

sweat soaked locks of hair matted to his forehead.  Dull eyes stare 

back as the raped and humiliated hero's strength ebbs even further 

away.  The evil doctor's brew of Kryptonite semen leaves the beefy 

hero completely weak.  Todd leaves the table to fetch Dr. Epicene's 

Extractor.  I don't think I can stand watching that beautiful man 

being tortured like this.  Dr. Epicene is adjusting some controls on 

a panel beside the examination table while Todd rolls some sort of 

machine up to the foot of the table.  It stands lower than the edge 

of the table, with a clear cylinder about a foot in diameter and 

about 2 feet tall connected to various hoses and electrical cables.  

Dr. Epicene connects the cables to his console as Todd begins 

uncoiling a long hose.  A double-walled, clear plastic pouch is 

placed over Superman's huge balls.  Special fittings accommodate 

some small tubes which are connected to the pouch and the machine.  

A curved metal plate with a hole in the middle is lowered over 

Superman's lengthy dick.  The dick lies flaccid poking through the 

hole, the metal plate resting on the groin and upper thighs.  Todd 

secures the plastic pouch to the bottom of the plate and turns a 

valve on the machine.  Warm water fills the double walls of the 

pouch, inflating it around the cum-filled nuts.  This apparently has 

a pleasing effect on the Man of Steel, as he utters a low, satisfied 

moan.  Dr. Epicene calmly looks up at the hung, beefy man, "Sorry to 

keep you waiting, my dear.  We're almost ready to begin.  Todd, 

attach the suction tube."  Taking the end of a thin rubbery tube in 

one hand, Todd holds Superman's dick head in the other, spreading 

the glans to widen the urethra opening.  The muscled stud manages to 

raise his head up to see what is happening to his once mighty 

manhood.  Like putting a straw in a can of soda, Todd begins pushing 

one end of the smooth tube into the piss slit.  Every muscle on 

Superman's body stands out in sharp relief as Todd continues to feed 

bit after bit of the tube into the end of that long, thick dick!  

The stud just clenches his teeth together, sweat once again popping 

out all over his body!  Dr. Epicene reminds Todd to insert the 

suction tube down the entire length of the penis.  My god, how can 

Superman take all of it?!?  His abs are clenched in perfect 

definition as the tube is slowly forced deeper inside his fat cock.  

Tears begin to pour from his eyes as he cries out in pure agony, 

"NOOOO!  I can't stand it!  Take it out..."  Todd seems to be 

enjoying this much more than he should and starts thrusting the tube 

further inside the urethra.  Finally, 10 inches of suction tube 

rests inside the length of Superman's cock, all the way from the 

glans to the base of the dick.  Dr. Epicene leans over the bulging 

thighs to examine Todd's handiwork.  As he holds the dick straight 

up, I can see the thin tube poking out of the piss slit, its outline 

clearly visible running down the underside of the mammoth cock 

shaft.  The helpless super-hero grunts in pain, his penis raped by 

the rubbery intruder!  "Very good, Todd.  Now secure the suction 

tube."  The large hose is laid out on the table running up the 

length of Superman's muscular legs to meet the smaller tube.  A 

flexible funnel is connected to the small tube and the larger hose 

is pushed down over the funnel, then over the smaller tube, forming 

a sealed connection between the tube and hose.  Todd continues 

pushing the large hose over the end of Superman's cock.  It's going 

to be a tight fit.  He pops the dick head into the hose and finally 

manages to get about 8 inches inside the hose, the remaining few 

inches ballooning out the bottom end.  The hose now tightly 

surrounds the end of the dick and the small suction tube/funnel 

arrangement.  Dr. Epicene and Todd step back to admire their 

achievement.  Lying spread-eagle on the examination table is the Man 

of Steel, electric tit clamps attached to his nipples, a 14-inch 

dildo/Prostate Stimulator embedded in his ass, his balls enclosed in 

a tight pouch of warm water and a maniacal suction device fed into 

and over his dick!  I feel nearly as helpless as Superman must feel 

right about now.  Dr. Epicene turns to me and says, "Now we 

begin..."

SCENE EIGHT

I close my eyes, listening to the sounds of water gurgling through 

the ball pouch, the hum of machinery, and Superman's ragged 

breathing.  Dr. Epicene turns a knob on his console, rotating the 

examination table so the head is slightly higher than the foot.  

Opening my eyes, I now have a clear view of the tortured hero.  I 

suspect that a bad situation is about to turn much worse.  Dr. 

Epicene checks all the connections once more, "So, Superman, thanks 

to my superior intellect I am about to forcibly take from you the 

very seed of your powers.  You will undoubtedly feel your greatness 

flowing out of your body as my Extractor stimulates your nipples and 

continuously pumps your penis, scrotum, and prostate.  The Extractor 

will swallow every drop of semen that you can produce.  Thanks to 

your dense molecular structure you should have an uncanny ability to 

recover after ejaculating.  That's good.  I intend to run the 

Extractor at full power until your testicles are incapable of 

producing sperm.  I expect that those full, fabulous balls of yours 

will be left with considerably less bulk - reduced to a fraction of 

their present size!  When I'm done with you, you'll be my impotent 

slave!!!  Lois Lane will look upon you as a freak!!!  Any last 

words?"  With as much defiance as a man in his situation could 

muster, Superman spit out, "I'll see you in hell!  You'll never 

succeed with your perverted plans.  As long as I'm alive, I'll hunt 

you down and make you pay for this!!!"  Todd leans close to 

Superman's face, "Oooh, we're so scared.  Once Dr. Epicene is 

finished, your powers will be permanently erased.  You'll be a 

sperm-less, flaccid freak, unable to cum!  All you'll be good for is 

being a butt-buddy for all of our Super Sex Fiends!  They'll use and 

abuse that pretty ass of yours day and night!  Your avenging days 

are over!!!  You can kiss your marriage to Lois Lane goodbye.  

She'll never want you after we're done with you.  Besides, how would 

you ever consummate the marriage?"  Dr. Epicene turns to me, "Do you 

have a good view, boy?  I don't want you to miss anything."  Of 

course, I have an unobstructed view, being handcuffed just a few 

feet away from the table.  Without further ceremony, Dr. Epicene 

starts the Extractor.

Electrical current begins running through the tit clamps, causing 

Superman's chest muscles to twitch uncontrollably, deepening the 

puncture wounds on his sensitive nipples.  More current is diverted 

to the metal contacts on the Prostate Stimulator buried deep inside 

his anus, the extended nubs rubbing against the prostate and bowel 

lining.  The water temperature in the nut pouch begins alternating 

between warm and cool while the water pressure simultaneously 

increases and decreases, squeezing and releasing the ball sac.  

Finally, a vacuum pump starts, generating suction on the end of the 

enlarging cock.  Despite the intense pain in his balls, dick, and 

ass, Superman's pleasure points are being programmatically 

stimulated giving intense pleasure along with the intense pain.  He 

tenses up, straining at the leather straps which keep him laid out 

on the table.  As he begins to moan and rock his head from side to 

side, I see some clear, thick pre-cum start to dribble into the 

Extractors clear tank.  Dr. Epicene and Todd examine the tank and 

nod with satisfaction.  I notice a little more blood beginning to 

ooze out of Superman's ass crack, probably due to involuntary 

tensing of the sphincter muscles on the large, dildo-shaped 

Stimulator.  His dick is fully erect now, tightly gripped inside the 

vacuum hose.  He starts to buck his hips a little, his moans 

becoming more intense.  All of a sudden, he lets out a long growling 

moan and white gobs of cum start pouring into the Extractor tank.  

Spurt after spurt of gism coats the entire bottom of the tank.  He 

comes for about a minute before collapsing weakly back on the table.  

The Extractor doesn't stop.  The water pouch fills with more water 

after detecting the decreased volume in his nut sac.  As the 

Prostate Stimulator continues to rub and electrify the prostate, 

more pre-cum starts to drip into the collector tank again.  Within 

minutes, he's moaning again and shooting more cum into the 

Extractor.  Again, the water pouch continues its deadly squeeze on 

the helpless balls!  Dr. Epicene and Todd scan the console readouts 

which are measuring the amount of sperm collected and the size of 

the Man of Steel's nuts.

SCENE NINE

Despite the noises of mechanical rape going on around me, I manage 

to drift off to an exhausted sleep.  Upon awakening, Todd informs me 

that it's now Thursday night and that Dr. Epicene is resting.  In 

front of me, the Extractor continues its devilish task of draining 

Superman of his vital ball fluids.  The examination table is 

completely wet with sweat and more blood has formed underneath the 

strained ass cheeks.  I wonder how long his prostate and anal walls 

can take the abuse of the Prostate Stimulator.  He's quietly sobbing 

and moaning now.  His body is glistening with sweat as another load 

of super sperm is pulled from his tortured genitals.  I look at the 

collector tank and see that it's half full of whitish liquid.  Todd 

is placing a full tank of gism into a freezer and I can see several 

other tanks in there being chilled already.  The laboratory has 

become a perverted one-man sperm bank!  Looking back at Superman, I 

see that he's become an incoherent mass of beautifully defined 

muscles.  His eyes no longer seem to focus on anything and drool is 

running out of one side of his mouth.  The huge, mighty dick is 

still hard as a rock.  Is it my imagination, or are his balls a lot 

smaller than they were yesterday?  I watch in sick fascination as he 

convulses once again and some watery cum empties into the Extractor.  

I'm guessing that the time between orgasms is around 20 to 30 

minutes now, which is pretty impressive considering the gallons of 

ejaculate that he's been forced to produce so far!  My arms and 

hands are numb from being handcuffed to the chair.  Dr. Epicene 

returns and after placing a restraining chain around my chest, 

stomach, and legs - generously releases my handcuffs.  I start 

flexing my fingers and arms to bring the feeling back to them.  

After a bit, he brings me a glass of some sort of nutrient drink.  

Todd returns and under his watchful eye, I'm allowed to use the 

bathroom and take a shower.  When I'm secured in the chair again, 

Dr. Epicene examines Superman's balls and ass, muttering, "Hmmm, 

excellent.  It won't be long now."  Time and time again, the 

Extractor pushes the tormented hero to the limits of pleasure and 

pain.  More containers are filled with the precious ball juices and 

frozen for Dr. Epicene's insane schemes.  Hours go by and I am 

certain that Superman's balls are much smaller now.  His cum has 

also become quite watery, less milky, with traces of blood in it.  

Still, he never loses his erection, his hips thrusting periodically 

just before a load is sucked out of him.  I guess Dr. Epicene is 

being cautious, as he has Todd give Superman more Kryptonite sperm 

mixture every hour.  He must not want that man juice to sweat right 

out and restore what's left of Superman's super powers.  During one 

of Superman's hourly sperm feedings, Todd generously gives him a 

second helping of cum.  As Superman reluctantly swallows the second 

dose.  Todd whispers to him, "Did you enjoy that?  I hope so!  That 

was some of your own cum!!  You've been reduced to eating your own 

gism, Superman!  You've been raped by man, machine, and now 

yourself!!!  Hahahaha!!!"  Superman tries to spit up his own cum, 

but it's already deep inside him with the rest of the Kryptonite-

irradiated cum.  I sleep some more until Todd wakes me up and takes 

me to the bathroom so I can clean myself off.  As I sit in my now 

familiar chair, I observe that they've once again spread those 

muscular legs apart.  In horror, I see that the water pouch is 

almost completely filled with water.  What was a bulging nut sac now 

resembles small, wrinkled up prunes.  His eyes are completely closed 

as he grunts and sends a dribble of bloody cum into an almost empty 

tank.  Several hours elapse, with each agonizing, forced orgasm 

producing decreasing amounts of semen.  He's never going to fill 

that last tank.  Each ejaculation generates only a few drops of 

diluted gism now.  Finally, early Saturday morning, Superman opens 

his eyes and starts screaming in a raspy voice, "Uuuhhnn!  No! Turn 

it off!  Please, turn it off!!!"  Then he starts moaning and once 

again makes humping motions with his groin.  The Extractor keeps 

sucking away while the water pouch fills to its limits with water.  

He grunts once more as his abdomen and thighs quiver.  We all keep 

an eye on the collector tank, but no gism appears.  The suction pump 

is beginning to sound labored.  A low moan escapes  from the Man of 

Steel's mouth building in intensity and volume to a bone-chilling 

wail.   The Extractor continues to pump away on the captive dick 

until, finally, a blast of blood shoots into the container.  Every 

magnificent muscle tenses, limbs strain in their straps, as Superman 

tries to escape the Extractor's evil grip.  With a final tortured 

scream, his powerless body goes limp.  The exhausted muscles spasm 

briefly as the anguished super-hero mercifully blacks out.  Dr. 

Epicene quietly walks over to the console and switches the Extractor 

off, "It is done."

SCENE TEN

Superman lies unconscious on the examination table, having passed 

out after that final, empty orgasm.  With the ultimate rape now 

over, Dr. Epicene and Todd level the table and remove the leather 

straps that have restrained him for almost 3 days.  As I sit 

unmoving, watching them start to disconnect the various wires, 

clamps, and hoses from his body, I feel a wave of nausea pass over 

me.  He looks pale under the bright overhead light, his thickly 

muscled body shimmering with sweat.  His newly pierced nipples, 

shining with blood and perspiration, stand obscenely erect now.  I 

sneak glances over Todd's shoulder as he removes the Prostate 

Stimulator which is now covered with blood, sweat, and shit.  The 

large hose is slid off the partially erect penis, followed by the 

dripping suction tube.  They lift the metal plate off his dick and 

groin, gently laying the fat dick against his stomach.  Todd strokes 

upward on the rapidly softening cock, squeezing the last remnants of 

bloody semen out onto Superman's belly, "Mmmm, good to the last 

drop!"  Finally, they drain the water from the water pouch and 

remove it.  Dr. Epicene begins a demonic laugh, "Hahahaha!  Success!  

The Man of Steel is no longer a man.  He's now the Eunuch of 

Steel!!!  I alone possess the entire supply of super cum from his 

testicles!"  Pushing against my restraints, I lean forward and see 

what has become my ongoing nightmare...  There, between those thick 

beefy legs, are the shriveled up remains of Superman's mighty nuts.  

Two tiny lumps hug the base of his dick.  A wrinkled and empty nut 

sac hangs loosely against the crack of his ass.  I pass out.

The sharp odor of smelling salts revives me.  Disoriented, I manage 

to determine that I'm lying on some sheets inside a parked utility 

van.  The din of voices can be heard close by.  I also notice that 

I've been cleaned up and dressed.  Todd quickly pushes me from the 

van into a hallway.  The voices are getting louder.  We stop just 

inside a doorway leading out onto a large stage.  Wait a minute, 

this is the Metropolis Stadium!  I hear the familiar voice of Dr. 

Epicene talking over a microphone, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Dr. 

Epicene and it's my great pleasure to introduce our Guest-of-Honor 

for this evening's gala event.  This city would not be the place it 

is today without the constant vigil of our own Superman!"  A huge 

round of applause and cheers echoes from all the guests packed into 

the stadium.  The curtain goes up and standing in the spotlight is 

the pale and trembling Superman.  The crowd continues to go wild as 

Dr. Epicene escorts him to the microphone.  Dr. Epicene holds his 

hands up to quiet the audience, "Friends, let us begin tonight's 

Gala Ball with Superman's balls!  Or more accurately, his lack 

thereof..."  With that, Dr. Epicene yanks down Superman's tights, 

exposing the convoluted folds of empty scrotum, and 2 marble sized 

balls drawn tight against the base of that massive cock!  The crowd 

goes completely silent for a split second, then loud gasps start 

filling the stadium.  Superman just stands there, humiliated, in 

front of all these people, his disfigured balls on public display.  

Todd releases me and runs on stage to join Dr. Epicene who resumes 

speaking again, "It finally appears that he could use a charitable 

contribution himself!  Yes, I have drained him of all his manly 

sperm and left him a powerless, muscle-bound, freak.  Tonight is the 

start of a new era in this city, one which is ruled by myself, and 

soon, an army of Super Sex Fiends.  My army will be created with the 

very semen which the Man of Steel so reluctantly provided.  Now 

before anyone gets any stupid ideas, my good friend, Todd, has 

inserted a small, remote controlled capsule inside Superman's penis.  

If triggered, it will detonate and finish the job which I've already 

started, turning your hero into a heroine!"  Lois Lane rushes up 

onto the stage in disbelief.  She stops in horror as Todd reaches 

over and gently stretches both sides of Superman's empty scrotum 

down and sideways, spreading it out until it looks like a small, 

fleshy apron hanging behind the great penis.  Todd triumphantly 

displays the empty, flattened ball sac that was once a bulging 

vessel for Superman's previously enormous testicles.  The audience 

is frozen with shock, staring at their hunky hero's decimated 

crotch.  At Dr. Epicene's signal, Todd walks behind the subservient 

hero.  Reaching around the muscular waist with both hands, Todd puts 

his fingers on the remains of Superman's tiny nuts and presses hard.  

Superman screams and falls to his knees as his miniscule balls are 

forced up inside his pelvic cavity!!  Slowly, the empty nut sac is 

also worked up into his body, adding even more crushing pressure to 

his shrunken, abused testicles!!!  He continues screaming as Todd 

calmly lifts up the huge, flaccid dick, displaying to the audience 

the nut-less area at the base of his cock.  Todd releases his hold 

on the mutilated stud, who immediately doubles up in pain.  The Man 

of Steel thrashes about the stage, trying to massage the pain from 

his balls, but his hands find nothing but creased skin and air!  He 

has been transformed into an impotent half-man, possessing a large 

penis, but incapable of orgasm!  Where full, heavy balls used to 

swing proudly, only wrinkled patches of skin surround the root of 

his now useless dick!  The castration is complete!  Lois Lane 

faints, falling onto the stage in a tangle of her own wedding gown.  

Todd and Dr. Epicene quickly grab the emasculated superhero and drag 

him out of the stadium.  The crowd stands in stunned disbelief while 

the duo escapes, taking the screaming, disfigured hunk into the 

darkness of the night.

Who knows what unspeakable deeds Dr. Epicene and Todd will perform 

on the defeated superhero now...

SCENE ELEVEN

I can't believe what just happened.  From my backstage vantage 

point, I watched in horror as Superman's shrunken balls were jammed 

completely inside his groin!  Todd continued the public castration 

by stuffing the loose scrotum into the pelvic cavity, pushing the 

tiny testicles even deeper inside Superman's body!!!  The gelded 

hero's blood-curdling screams had gotten more intense. He flailed 

around, desperately trying to relieve the intolerable pain.  Both 

hands searched in vain between his legs for non-existent balls.  

That huge dick was the only genitalia swinging between his meaty 

thighs, even his deflated ball sac is no longer visible!  The doctor 

watched with obvious delight as Superman, stripped of his super 

powers and his manhood, writhed in agony while the shocked Lois Lane 

fainted on the stage.  Dr. Epicene strode over and grasped the 

super-hero under his bulging biceps, lifting the torso.  Todd 

clenched Superman's dick in his fist and in a final act of 

humiliation, used it as a handle to pull the ravished muscleman from 

the stage...

Snapping out of my own shock and into an unexpected act of bravery, 

I turn and run back down the hallway and into the waiting van.  I 

quickly hide behind the driver's seat, covering myself with a sheet.  

Todd and Dr. Epicene arrive shortly, tossing the convulsing Superman 

in the back of the van.  Todd takes the wheel and speeds off, while 

the evil doctor gloats over his latest victory.  Meanwhile, the 

exhausted Superman lies curled up and sobbing, covering his barren 

groin, his tights still pushed down around his ankles.  He pleads in 

a weak voice, hoarse from his prolonged outcries, "I'm begging you, 

please stop this torture...  I'll do anything, just please stop..."  

Dr. Epicene turns to face him, "You'll do anything I want, 

regardless of whether I stop or not.  However, your begging is 

making me feel generous...and aroused."  The doctor climbs into the 

back where he gently helps Superman out of his costume.  Dr. Epicene 

comments, "You won't be needing these any more.  You don't quite 

fill the crotch of those tights like you used to, do you?"  

"No...sir," responds the now submissive hero.  Superman, drained of 

all his super testosterone, appears to become more passive by the 

hour.  The doctor rolls him over onto his hands and knees.  Then 

kneeling down in front him, Dr. Epicene places his knees between 

Superman's arms and hands.  As the doctor unzips his pants, he says, 

"I want you to suck my dick and swallow my cum.  My semen will be 

the first to enter your impotent body."  The muscular hunk slowly 

lowers his head into the doctor's lap, allowing the hardening cock 

to enter his mouth.  Dr. Epicene places his hands on either side of 

the handsome face and tenderly guides it further down his shaft.  

When Superman starts a slow sucking rhythm, the doctor reaches over 

his broad shoulders and begins caressing the muscles on his back.  

Occassionally, he reaches underneath to the massive chest where he 

lightly fondles the protruding nipples.  The Man of Steel makes 

whimpering little moans.  The doctor starts thrusting his hips into 

that warm mouth as his orgasm nears.  Using both hands, he suddenly 

pushes down on Superman's head, burying his dick into the back of 

the mouth.  Without letting go, the doctor begins violently fucking 

the stud's gagging mouth, finally shooting wads of cum down his 

throat.  Each spurt is quickly swallowed, forced down by Dr. 

Epicene's ramrodding dick.  Pulling out, the doctor moves behind the 

kneeling hero, to a pair of magnificent butt cheeks.  He slides his 

glistening dick easily into Superman's still raw asshole, shooting 

the last of his cum into the aching bowels.  Superman, gasping for 

air, begins coughing up gobs of the doctor's gism.  Dr. Epicene 

continues to pound Superman's ass with long, hard strokes.  Finally 

withdrawing, the doctor cleans his dick off by wiping it in the 

crack of that muscular butt.  He rolls Superman back onto some 

sheets before returning to his seat.  Glancing back, Dr. Epicene 

says, "I am the first of many you will satisfy with your exquisite 

body.  Perhaps one day I will tire of you and set you free, my sperm 

in your belly, your castrated body a testimony to my awesome 

intellect!"  The remainder of our journey is made in silence.  The 

once invincible Man of Steel, with gism oozing from his mouth and 

butt, falls into much needed sleep.

SCENE TWELVE

The van comes to a stop.  Dr. Epicene and Todd remove their naked 

passenger, leaving me hidden under the sheet.  I don't know exactly 

where we are, just that the drive has taken us uphill for a while.  

Upon sneaking out of the van, I see that we're in Dr. Epicene's 

hidden laboratory again.  I quietly creep around looking for another 

place to hide.  I've got to come up with a plan to deactivate the 

explosive cap embedded inside Superman's penis.  If only I could 

find a way to overpower Todd and the doctor, then we could escape!  

As quietly as possible, I make my way into the laboratory.  The 

examination table is still damp with the sweat from Superman's 

inhuman "milking" episode.  The muffled voices of Dr. Epicene and 

Todd seem to be coming from further down the hallway.  Quickly, I 

sneak into a supply closet, just as the doctor and Todd step into 

the hallway.  I can just make out Dr. Epicene's voice, "...and leave 

the capsule embedded in him for now..."  Their voices become quiet 

as they proceed to other areas of Dr. Epicene's hideout.  I've got 

to find out what they've done with Superman.

It's been quiet for several minutes, so I exit the closet and 

proceed further down the hall, listening at each door.  Finally, 

moans of agony can be heard coming from behind a metal door.  I 

cautiously open the door and peek inside.  In the corner, his naked 

body shackled by the neck to the wall, sits Superman.  His head 

hangs down as he groans repeatedly.  Dr. Epicene's dried cum is 

still visible on his face and thighs.  "Superman, how badly are you 

hurt?" I whisper.  The Man of Steel looks up at me, his eyes unable 

to focus.  "Pain...won't...stop..." he mumbles.  The chain around 

his neck is solid and locked.  There is no way I can get it loose.  

"Superman, do you have ANY of your powers left?  Can you get out of 

these shackles?"  Slowly, he brings one muscular arm up and grips 

the collar around his neck.  Superman strains briefly as he tries to 

rip the metal apart.  He finally lets go, dropping his arm back down 

across his beefy thigh.  His massive chest is heaving as he gulps 

air in from the exertion  "Strength is gone...  pain in groin...  

Doctor returning soon..." he says between breaths.  I sit down 

between  his knees and spread his legs apart cautiously as Superman 

whimpers in pain.  "Let's see if I can do anything down here." as I 

begin my inspection of Superman's genital area.  Gently I lift his 

huge dick up.  The folded remains of his scrotum are all too 

apparent.  How can Superman even be conscious after having his 

drained, shrunken balls and scrotum pushed up inside his pelvis?  

Will pulling the scrotum back out relieve the pain in whats left of 

his balls?  Just as I start to pull on the folded skin, I notice a 

lump at the base of his dick.  Carefully, I run my fingers around 

that area, tracing the outline.  This must be the explosive capsule!  

Dr. Epicene has forced the diabolical device down Superman's 

urethra.  The doctor wasn't kidding.  If he set it off, Superman's 

dick would be blown sky high!  I start squeezing just below the 

capsule, trying to force it up and out of Superman's dick.  Superman 

groans and tenses up.  My squeezing must be putting more pressure on 

his trapped balls.  The capsule moves a little, but there's got to 

be a better way to get it out without hurting the Man of Steel any 

further.  Without a second thought (or asking permission), I kneel 

down and take the tip of his meaty cock into my mouth.  I start 

sucking on it for all it's worth.  After a few minutes of this, my 

jaw begins aching.  I'm glad Superman's not getting hard, I don't 

think I could swallow all of it!  Tenderly, I feel along his dick, 

finding the capsule that is slowly being sucked up the length of 

that huge cock.  I start kneading the shaft just below the capsule.  

The explosive begins moving upwards a little faster now.  I can hear 

Superman moaning now.  Is he in pain from the capsule being expelled 

or is it pleasure?  Finally, the explosive is resting just below the 

cockhead.  I quit sucking as I don't want to accidentally swallow 

the capsule myself.  WIth both hands now, I continue squeezing the 

spit slicked cock, working the unwelcome intruder further upward.  

Superman is really groaning now.  At last, the tip of the metallic 

intruder can be seen.  "Uhhh...uhhhhhhhhhh!" cries Superman as his 

piss slit becomes grossly puckered.  Finally, the capsule slips free 

of his dick, where I catch it in one hand.  The tension in 

Superman's muscles fade away as he is relieved of the explosive.  

"How're you feeling now?" I ask as I put the capsule in my pocket.  

"Better.  My balls feel like they're in a vise." he mutters, still 

weak after passing the explosive capsule from his body.  "Well, at 

least you still feel something in your balls.  I was afraid that 

Todd might have ripped them loose after forcing them inside you like 

that.  Let's see if I can pull everything out.  Are you ready for 

this?"  Superman hesitantly nods that he is.  "Okay, here goes..."  

As gently as possible, I start pulling on the folded skin where 

those huge balls used to hang.  "STOP!!!"  Superman and I look at 

each other as Todd walks into the room.

SCENE THIRTEEN

Todd walks briskly up to me.  Grabbing my wrists, he pulls them from 

between Superman's legs and handcuffs them together.  "That should 

keep you under control for now!" Todd shouts.  Superman tries to 

cover his crotch as Todd forcefully examines the ball-less dick 

root, "Hmm, I see you've left Superman's buried treasures alone!  We 

don't want to spoil the good doctor's fun."  Todd returns his 

attention to me, "You see, unless Dr. Epicene keeps up his 

kryptonite-cum infusions on Superman, there is a possibility that 

those tiny balls could regenerate, gradually restoring his super-

powers.  We just can't allow Superman to regain those powers."  At 

last, a ray of hope for Superman!  Todd unchains Superman from the 

wall and escorts both of us out of the room.

We are led inside another laboratory.  Several tables have computers 

on them.  They appear to be monitoring the contents of six large 

metal canisters along one wall.  "Those are the Incubators.  The 

next phase of my experiment is already well under way!" Dr. Epicene 

exclaims as he looks up from one of the computers.  "Thanks to my 

great intellect and Superman's sperm, my first six Super villains 

are developing quite rapidly.  You see, I've performed a little 

genetic engineering on samples of your cum, Superman.  It appears 

that your super-sperm is more powerful than I had imagined!"  The 

doctor motions to Todd.  Superman and I are taken to an empty lab 

table.  "Help me get Superman up here." Todd orders me.  Hindered by 

the handcuffs, I struggle to lift the powerless superhero onto the 

table.  Todd lays Superman down on his back, then turns to me, "Get 

up there with him."  I climb up on the table.  Todd has me get on 

hands and knees between Superman's legs.  "We watched you sucking 

Superman's dick on our hidden video camera.  It looks like you 

enjoyed that so much, we're going to give you another taste."  

Superman's ankles are tied to the corners of the table.  Dr. Epicene 

joins Todd, "I want to see you take the whole thing down your 

throat!"  With Todd holding Superman's fat dick upright, I position 

myself and put the cockhead into my mouth.  Slowly, I start sliding 

the length of it inside my mouth.  Breathing deeply through my nose, 

I try to slip that huge soft dick completely in.  Todd, growing 

impatient, forces my head down.  Almost gagging, my throat feels 

impaled on the soft, hot manmeat.  I can feel Superman's thick cock 

down my throat, his pubic hair pressed against my nose.  "Bravo!  We 

knew you could do it!" Dr. Epicene remarks.  Todd, however, does not 

release his hold on me.  I try to back off to get air, but Todd 

keeps my face buried in Superman's crotch.  Finally, he slowly pulls 

my head up, Superman's wet dick inching its way out of my mouth.  

Gulping for air, I'm oblivious to what happens next.  Todd extends 

the index fingers of both my clinched fists.  Then, as I continue to 

struggle for air, he slides my hands toward Superman's crotch.  "Now 

we can't have Superman's balls regenerating themselves, so you will 

solve that little problem for us right now..." Todd says as he 

guides my index fingers to the base of Superman's fat cock.  I can 

feel the wrinkled skin there.  Todd inserts both fingers into the 

folds of scrotum on each side of the dick and pauses.  "Superman, 

say goodbye to the remains of your balls!" Dr. Epicene exclaims.  

"Whenever you're ready Todd!"  WIth that, Todd begins pushing my 

fingers inside the folded scrotum.  Superman begins screaming and 

writhing on the table.  My fingers continue to be forced up inside 

Superman's pelvic cavity on either side of his dick.  The warm folds 

of his empty scrotum envelope each finger as they are pressed in 

past the first, then the second knuckle.  At that moment, I can feel 

the two small lumps of Superman's depleted testicles.  Superman 

continues screaming as the pressure on his balls increases.  His 

shrunken nuts are feeling the effects of being rammed further into 

his body, his empty scrotum being packed against them, and now the 

added force of my fingers!  Todd relentlessly thrusts my fingers 

deeper inside Superman.  I can feel the balls getting pushed further 

into the Man of Steel.  Suddenly, Superman stops screaming and looks 

down his muscular body at me, his eyes wide with fear.  Here I am, 

lying face down between his mighty legs, my arms stretched forward, 

my fingers embedded inside the Man of Steel's crotch.  Todd gives my 

hands another thrust.  Deep inside Superman's groin, I can feel 

first one, then another small pop as my fingers press harder against 

the captive balls.  Unable to withstand the ongoing pressure, his 

nuts finally detach inside him.  The lumps turn mushy as they slide 

past my fingertips.  Superman flails about the table, my fingers 

fully inserted into him.  The remains of his balls rest deep inside 

his pelvis, detached and burst thanks to Todd, Dr. Epicene, and 

me!!!  Superman begins screaming again as Todd uses my index fingers 

to grind his balls into oblivion.

SCENE FOURTEEN

Todd pulls my fingers from Superman's crotch.  As I sit up in 

horrified disbelief, Todd and Dr. Epicene drag the screaming 

superhero into what looks like a small operating room.  Examining 

the folded skin on the once invulnerable crotch, Dr. Epicene wiggles 

one gloved finger up each side of Superman's dick into the pelvis to 

verify the horrible truth, "yes, both testes are ruptured and 

separated.  Superman is no more and never will be a man again!!  

Hahahaha!!  Todd, hand me the laser scalpel and the laser 

cauterizer.  We don't want him...I mean IT...to bleed to death."  

Once his nuts were detached, Superman's scrotum began filling with 

fluid.  His nut sac begins inflating, popping back outside his body 

bit by bit.  While Dr. Epicene prepares his surgical gear, Todd and 

I watch in sick fascination as Superman's scrotum enlarges back to 

its original size.  The bloody, pulpy remnants of his disgorged 

testicles ooze out into the swelling nut sac, mixing with the other 

body fluids rushing in.  Amazingly, the sac continues to fill, 

slowly inflating like a balloon.  The gargantuan, bulging scrotum 

begins to push against the unconcious hero's thighs.  As the sac 

continues to fill, it swells up above the mighty thighs and actually 

pushes the cock upright.  Fluid begins to dribble from the piss 

slit.  "Ahh, Superman's prostate gland is obviously overcompensating 

for the testicle trauma." observes Dr. Epicene.  "Soon, you'll be 

able to fullfill YOUR fantasy, Todd!"  The nut sac is becoming 

translucent as the skin is stretched tighter and thinner by the 

incredible volume of fluid engorging the sac.  In silent curiosity, 

Todd, the doctor, and myself stare at the rapidly enlarging scrotum.  

I can see the fibrous shreds that were once the Man of Steel's balls 

swirling around inside.  Prostatic fluid is continuously drooling 

from Superman's cock now, forced out by the relentless pressure.  

How unfortunate that Superman's own body defenses are responsible 

for the disfigurement going on before our eyes.  Suddenly a feeble 

moan is heard.  Superman is regaining consciousness again!  His 

disbelieving eyes look at each of us.  Finally, he looks down at his 

own grossly enlarged ball sac, the upright dick spewing fluid over 

his groin and abs.  "Wha.. what's happening?" he mumbles as a look 

of horror begins to appear on his strained face.  "Why, we're just 

seeing how well you hold up under pressure, Superman!" Todd 

chuckles.  With that, Todd reaches between Superman's meaty thighs 

and grasps the swollen scrotum in both hands.  He can actually feel 

it getting larger and firmer!  It's now about 8 inches in diameter, 

looking like a veined balloon cradled between the muscular legs.  As 

it continues to fill, the cock is beginning to be surrounded and 

enveloped by it.  Soon, only the dick head will be peeking above the 

sac.  The skin tissue must be getting dangerously thin by now.  Todd 

begins putting gentle pressure on the growing sac, squeezing it.  

Superman begins gulping for air as what must be unimaginable pain 

racks his body.  A small geyser of fluid begins to shoot from the 

engulfed cock head.  The geyser intensifies as Todd applies more 

pressure.  When Todd releases the immense fluid filled nut sac, the 

flow slows to a continuous drool again.  Todd watches in amusement 

as he continues to squeeze and release the sac, each time sending a 

jet of fluid arcing into the air, hitting Superman in the chest, 

face, eyes, and mouth.  Dr. Epicene cleans Superman's face off, 

"You'll want to see this part, Superman.  Todd, now that I have all 

the genetic material I need from him, he's all yours to do with as 

you wish!"  With a maniacal smile, Todd returns his attention to the 

enlarging sac.  It must be 10 inches across now, a fleshy nearly 

transparent ball with tiny blood vessels winding over the surface.  

As Dr. Epicene holds Superman's head upright, Todd gently kisses his 

ball sac, then laps at the fluid oozing from the tip of his cock.  

Todd then buries his face into the sac and begins sucking on the 

cock head.  His cheeks fill with the viscous fluid, as he drains a 

mouthful of liquid from the sac.  Quickly he straddles Superman's 

chest, leans over and kisses Superman, unloading all the liquid into 

his gagging mouth.  As Superman coughs up the prostatic fluid, Todd 

returns to his position at Superman's feet.  He swiftly pushes 

Superman's knees apart, the engorged nut sac dropping between the 

thighs and bouncing on the table with a sickening splat.  Superman 

groans in pain as his cock once again sends a jet of clear fluid 

shooting out.  Todd thumps the nut sac, listening to the sound it 

makes.  He then winds back and punches Superman's fragile nut sac 

square on!  His fist sinks into the still pliant vessel, as a huge 

volume of juice erupts from Superman's dick.  His ball bag looks 

like a fleshy, transparent pumpkin with the scrotum swollen up 

around his cock, leaving only the head visible like a stem.  

Superman's prostate still continues to manufacture inhuman amounts 

of seminal fluid, replacing the ejected liquid.  His own bodily 

defenses are rapidly becoming the means of his undoing!  Slam!  Todd 

punches the nut sac again.  More fluid leaps out of the super dick.  

I don't see how the thin skin can take this abuse!  Todd then 

resumes a death squeeze on the hero's engorged sack.  Like clear 

lava, the prostatic fluid oozes and runs down the sac, covering it 

completely.  "Careful Todd, he's looking pretty ripe there!" the 

evil doctor exclaims with a wicked grin.  Todd reaches under the 

huge sac and lifts it up off the table, above the mighty legs.  

"Man, this is heavy!" grunts Todd.  Superman now has an unobstructed 

view of his swollen ball sac.  Where his mightly orbs of manhood 

once hung, now a grossly huge sac remained - raped of its powerful 

sperm, his testicles now mashed beyond repair.  He could see the 

fibrous tendrils floating about the sac - seemingly searching for 

the detached and pulverized gonads.  He could even see the squashed 

remains of testicular tissue swirling about.  He remained conscious, 

though in shock.  As the prostate fluid continued to escape from his 

dick, it splashed down on his abs, filling his navel, running down 

his stomach and periodically jetting up onto his pecs.  His vision 

narrowed as he fixated on the remains of his manhood.  Todd laughed 

as he began squeezing the ball sac with all his might.  A 

continuous, mighty stream shot from the thick dick, splattering 

Superman's chest, neck, and face.  As Todd applied more pressure, 

the force of the stream increased.  His dick was acting like a 

safety valve for the crushing pressure!  Almost...  As Todd squeezed 

harder and harder, he spread his hands wide across the 10-inch wide 

sac, forcing his hands to meet in center.  The sac ballooned out 

around his palms and fingers.  As Superman began screaming for the 

last time, a loud pop could be heard!  Clear liquid flew everywhere 

as the distended ball sac finally burst open.  Superman's entire 

body was covered in liquid as was Todd's upper torso and face.  Like 

a popped balloon, small pieces of scrotum lay strewn about.  

Superman was convulsing on the table, his ultimate source of power 

and manhood now irretrievably erased from his body.  Todd quickly 

recovered from the surprise of actually busting Superman's nut sac 

and began a hysterical laugh.  Even as Superman was twitching 

around, he reached in between those massive thrashing legs, right 

into the groin and began scooping out the remaining tendrils.  

Taking the palmfull of mashed tendrils, he reached up and forced it 

all into Superman's mouth.  We all watched as Superman involuntarily 

chewed the remnants of his own nuts and swallowed them.  Dr. Epicene 

hurries to the end of the table and inserts a thin rod into 

Superman's ass.  He works the rod around as he tries to shield 

himself from all the liquid spewing from Superman's ruptured crotch.  

Finally, he activates a button on it and in a moment the flow stops.  

Superman stops convulsing and goes completely limp.  Dr. Epicene 

snatches the rod out of Superman's asshole.  There, captured by a 

miniature claw is Superman's prostate gland - ripped out of his body 

by the evil Dr. Epicene.  Todd takes the still quivering and oozing 

gland and feeds that to the decimated hero as well.  He grabs 

Supermans jaw and helps him grind the gland to mush before 

swallowing it as well.  The doctor then retrieves his laser scalpel 

and cauterizer.  First, he seals the open wounds where Superman's 

huge, virile nads used to hang.  Then, he removes the last remnants 

of the exploded nut sac with the laser scalpel.  As he applies a 

salve of genetically engineered super-cum, the wounds begin to heal 

themselves smooth.  In a few minutes, the area below Superman's 

great cock is completely smooth and barren.  No trace of his mighty 

vessels of manhood remain!  "Congratulations Todd.  You have 

realized your fantasy by completely removing Superman's virility and 

ultimate source of his superhuman powers!!" Dr. Epicene squealed 

with delight.  "Now it's time for my fantasy!"  With that, Dr. 

Epicene prepared another vial of the super-cum salve.  Using the 

laser scalpel, he delicately began slicing through the meaty root of 

Superman's dick!  As he continued to work on the thick member, 

Superman awakened, screamed at the sight and pain of what was 

happening between his legs and promptly blacked out again.  Dr. 

Epicene worked for several minutes until I heard a dull thud.  

Superman's bulky penis was finally severed and had fallen onto the 

table.  The laser scalpel had effectively cauterized both the penis 

and the crotch, so no blood or fluid was evident.  Dr. Epicene 

quickly applied the salve to Superman's groin and to the end of the 

dismembered penis.  When he moved out from between Superman's legs, 

I was shocked to see not only the smooth, nutless area, but also the 

smooth, dimpled space where the super-dick once protruded.  Dr. 

Epicene had fashioned the flesh into what looked like another 

sphincter!  Superman now, for all intents and purposes, had a new 

hole which Dr. Epicene and Todd were obviously hoping to use for 

their own sexual gratification, as well as to satisfy their army of 

Super Sex Fiends!  As Todd and the doctor began cleaning up the once 

mighty superhero, fatigue and shock finally set in.  The image of a 

completely castrated Superman faded as I succumbed to the inevitable 

blackness.  I have no idea how long I slept.  I awoke to the sounds 

of lust...  As I opened my eyes, I could see Superman sprawled out, 

his legs spread wide and hanging over the sides of the table.  He 

was grunting as a naked Dr. Epicene was lying crotch to crotch on 

top of the muscular hero.  Dr. Epicene's hips were thrusting back 

and forth against Superman's groin.  He was fucking Superman like a 

woman!  Now that Superman had a hole instead of a penis, the doctor 

was filling it for all it was worth.  Periodically, Superman's legs 

would jump and he would groan.  Dr. Epicene was shouting, "How does 

that feel Superman!  Take my meat like the bitch you are!  Soon 

you'll be taking big dicks up your ass, in your mouth, and into your 

new man-cunt.  You will be my own private sperm bank, filled with 

the cum from my Super Warriors.  Your groin, ass, mouth, and belly 

will be overflowing with the super seed of my own army!  Get used to 

us performing every deviant sexual act we can on you."  The doctor 

continued his rhythmic thrusting as he began biting on Superman's 

large nipples.  The once-hero simply moaned as the doctor continued 

raping the massively muscled hunk.  Finally, the doctor's thrusting 

became sporadic.  He began shooting load after load of cum into 

Superman's new hole.  Still thrusting, the cum lubricated the 

doctor's dick and Superman's hole and I could hear the slurping 

sound.  When Dr. Epicene pulled out, white globs of sperm covered 

his dick.  "Here, clean this off!" the doctor commanded.  Superman 

willingly accepted the cum soaked dick into his mouth and began 

licking and sucking it clean.  The doctor's cum was oozing out of 

Superman's man-cunt now.  Superman was obviously exhausted by the 

fucking and could not lift his legs back up onto the table.  The 

doctor then left the room.  Superman just lay there breathing 

heavily, Dr. Epicene's spunk dripping out of him into a puddle on 

the table.

SCENE FIFTEEN 

I remain Todd and Dr. Epicene's captive.  They treat me well for 

some strange reason, though I am almost always chained up.  Sexual 

scenes unfold before me as Todd and the doctor perform a variety of 

acts upon the powerless superhero.  They both are fond of fucking 

Superman simultaneously - one in Superman's ass, the other up front 

in his man-cunt.  Apparently, they can feel each others cocks 

rooting around inside Superman.  They seem to take great delight in 

being sexually satisfied at the expense of Superman, who can no 

longer feel any type of sexual gratification.  He has become a 

receptacle for their repeated sperm "injections."

Soon, Dr. Epicene announces that the first Super Sex Fiend is ready 

to be released from its incubator.  Superman, Todd, and I watch as 

the doctor activates the controls which drain and then open the 

incubation tube.  There standing naked is a hugely muscled, red-

haired version of Superman!  "As you can see, I've made a few 

improvements!" Dr. Epicene beamed.  The red hair is a consequence of 

the red kryptonite irradiation he was explaining.  I noticed the 

small crop of red pubic hair just above a titanic cock and set of 

balls.  They dwarfed even Superman's previous genitalia!  "Yes, some 

interesting improvements as you can see!" the doctor continued.  

"Now let's see if the behavioral encoding is just as successful..."  

Todd led the strapping hunk over to Superman.  As they stood there 

looking each other over, Proto One, as Dr. Epicene named him, 

focused on Superman's groin.  Superman tried to hide his lack of 

male genitalia with his hands.  Proto One reached out and easily 

held up Superman by his wrists, exposing the sphincter in his 

crotch.  Superman struggled, but could not break free.  Since Proto 

One now possessed the strength that Superman once had, this was only 

surprising to Superman.  Proto One grinned and Superman, still 

struggling, looked down to see Proto One's unnaturally large cock 

begin to swell and stand erect.  It had to be 4 inches across and 

was lengthening to around 16 inches!  His bulging, grapefruit sized 

balls began drawing up close to his cock root.  Proto One put 

Superman back down and grabbed him by the waist, pulling him closer 

to his huge cock.  Pre-cum was dripping from the fat cock head now.  

Fear was showing on Superman's face as Proto One starting probing at 

Superman's 'cunt'.  Soon, Superman's crotch was covered with slimey 

pre-cum and Proto One was starting to push the mighty cock head into 

Superman's hole.  "Uhhnn..." Superman gasped, as more of the head 

began to intrude inside him.  As Proto One held Superman firmly by 

the waist, he used his knees to force Superman's legs apart.  Proto 

One pushed a little more and Superman began trembling.  His man-cunt 

was slowly being stretched wide by the invading cock head.  

Suddenly, Proto One simultaneously thrust forward and up while 

pulling down on Superman's waist.  A rush of air escaped from 

Superman's mouth as he became impaled on Proto One's rigid super 

cock!  In one thrust, Proto One had pushed the entire 16 inches of 

his dick inside Superman!  It looked as if they were siamese twins, 

joined at the crotch - one set of balls swinging between their legs.  

The excess pre-cum was squeezed out of Superman's hole, leaking down 

on Proto One's nuts.  Superman was trying to scream, but no sound 

came out.  As he writhed in unimaginable pain, Proto One released 

his hold on Superman.  He hung suspended on Proto One's man-spike.  

Clawing at the air, Superman tried in vain to slide off the massive 

intruder.  It was no use.  Proto One just looked on, obviously 

enjoying the convulsions on his own cock.  As Superman continued to 

squirm, he arched over backwards.  The once-mighty steel abs stood 

out in perfect definition, except for the bulge running up the 

center ridge.  It was the outline of Proto One's dick buried inside 

him!  The cock clearly extended above Superman's navel.  Superman 

actually put his hands on his own abs and pushed himself upright 

again, using the embedded cock as a lever.  Exhausted, Superman lay 

his head across one of Proto One's mighty pecs, his arms and legs 

hanging limply.  I notice Superman's legs don't hang straight down, 

as Proto One's thick rod keeps them spread apart.  Proto One grabs 

Superman under the biceps and lifts him up, slowly sliding him up 

the length of his dick.  Superman's hole actually puckers outward as 

it tightly grasps the moving dick.  Just before the head escapes, 

Proto One pulls Superman back down, once again forcing the huge, 

solid meat inside his body.  Superman is becoming delirious now.  

His new man-cunt feels like it's being ripped apart.  Proto One's 

girth is too much for his now vulnerable body!  Relentlessly, Proto 

One continues his attack on Superman's crotch.  He begins thrusting 

up when he slides Superman down, and pulling back as he lifts the 

babbling hunk nearly off his dick.  Proto One speeds up his assault 

on the ravaged Superman.  More pre-cum is dripping out of the 

superhero, coating Proto One's balls before finally stringing out 

and dropping in great splats onto the floor.  Proto One's pace 

becomes more frantic until finally, he begins making loud animal 

grunts.  I can see his balls tighten up as he begins shooting 

unearthly amounts of cum into Superman's body!  Gobs of white, thick 

sperm are forced out of Superman's hole with each pistoning thrust 

of Proto One's dick.  The hot torrent of gism continues unabated.  

Superman and Proto One lock eyes as the superhuman orgasm continues.  

Superman can feel the gism coating deep inside him now.  Torrents of 

cum continue to drench Proto One's own cock and balls, pooling in 

large quantities on the floor.  He is STILL coming!  Proto One bends 

forward and resumes pumping his meat in and out of Superman's filled 

hole.  Superman is being held horizontally.  Proto One is holding 

him by the shoulders at one end, and his still hard dick at the 

other.  Superman's legs flop wildly about as Proto One continues his 

animalistic fucking.  Finally, Proto One begins to slow down, and 

starts to short stroke his cock head in and out of Superman's 

spasming hole.  Still ejaculating, Proto One fills the void left by 

his own cock.  Superman's gut is being flooded with the hot, thick 

super spunk!  In amazement, Superman lifts his head up and watches 

his own belly become pushed out as the incredible volume of cum 

fills his insides to the limit.  Proto One slowly twists Superman 

around on the end of his dick, until the superhero is face down.  

The cock head, still dribbling cum, acts as a massive butt plug, 

capping off what must be the world's largest cum douche!!  Superman 

is whimpering in pain now.  His perfect abs are pushed out by the 

gallons of cum seething inside him.  At last, Proto One pulls 

completely out of the hero's cunt.  In one long rush, a thick stream 

of hot, white cum begins gushing out of Superman's body.  It coats 

Proto One's own cock, balls, and thighs.  The floor is now covered 

in super spunk!!  Proto One reaches around and begins kneeding 

Superman's belly, forcing much of the gism out.  Superman's stomach 

has regained its normal, well-defined shape, as he gulps in much 

needed air.  Proto One hasn't even worked up a sweat.  I see that 

his balls are still high and tight around his cock root.  In a 

moment, they loosen up and begin hanging freely again, resuming 

their previous heft.  The mighty shaft begins to soften as huge wads 

of cum drip off it.  Proto One releases Superman, who collapses 

weakly into the pool of gism.  Sputtering, Superman rolls over, 

pulling his face and chest out of the gism.  Still gasping for 

breath, Superman reaches down and begins massaging his crotch.  No 

thanks to Dr. Epicene, Superman's own mighty penis has been severed, 

and a man-cunt cosmetically shaped.  It looks out of shape now.  His 

hole is still gaping open after Proto One's titanic dick stretched 

it.  Sperm coats his crotch, inside and out.  Superman's fingers 

slither around his crotch as he attempts to ease the pain.  Dr. 

Epicene is elated, "The improvements are beyond my highest hopes!  

Magnificent, just magnificent, Proto One!"  Proto One stands there 

grinning, his muscles standing out in sharp definition, his lower 

body coated in cum.  Dr. Epicene directs Todd to collect semen 

samples.  Grabbing an ordinary tablespoon and a beaker, Todd helps 

Superman up and into a nearby chair.  In a humiliating act, Todd 

pushes the spoon up inside Superman's man-cunt and begins scooping 

out large wads of congealing gism, dumping them into the beaker.  

Superman tenses up each time the cold metal spoon enters his body, 

raking away Proto One's sperm.  Dr. Epicene walks over and taking a 

spoonful of spunk, presses it to Superman's lips, "Eat up Superman, 

this is your new meal from now on."  The defeated hero reluctantly 

opens his mouth as the doctor feeds the gism to him.  "Good boy.  

You like that so much, why don't you lick up the rest of the good 

gism from Proto One's body?" Dr. Epicene said as he guided Superman 

towards Proto One's cum glistened body.  Superman knelt down and 

obediently began lapping up the sperm.  His tongue traced every 

ridge and crevice on Proto One's cock, balls, and thighs until there 

was no trace of sperm and Superman's belly was full of nourishing 

cum.  After Superman was led off to bed for some well deserved 

sleep, Todd and Dr. Epicene began analysis of Proto One's muscular 

body.  I drifted off to sleep myself.

The next few days were spent with Proto One abusing the asshole and 

man-cunt of Superman.  Several times a day, Superman's body would be 

flooded with Proto One's juices.  Dr. Epicene would collect most of 

it for his own research, the rest was fed to Superman.  Superman was 

in constant agony.  His asshole and man-cunt were now stretched wide 

open by the relentless pounding of Proto One's huge cock.  Superman 

had not yet been forced to endure the monster dick orally.

During one of Proto One's sessions with Superman, things took a 

different twist.  After climaxing inside Superman's ass, Proto One 

immediately began pounding inside his man-cunt.  In just a few 

moments, Proto One unleashed another voluminous orgasm in Superman.  

Proto One was in a sexual frenzy.  Superman was nearly unconcious, 

his body oozing cum from butt and groin.  Proto One straddled the 

superhero's face and forced his cum-slicked dick between Superman's 

lips.  Proto One had decided to feed Superman his sperm meal by 

direct injection!  The huge cock was so big, Superman could barely 

stretch his mouth open wide enough.  This didn't stop Proto One.  

His super strength and invulnerability made him impervious to 

Superman's scraping teeth.  As the Super mutant pressed further into 

the tight throat, all Superman could see was Proto One's red pubic 

hair getting closer and closer.  Superman's throat ballooned out as 

the invading cock was rammed down his gullet.  I could see the thick 

bulge of Proto One's cock head descending down Superman's throat!  

Talk about deep throat - this was one for the record books!  

Superman was unable to focus his eyes on anything.  Proto One had 

finally mashed his groin against Superman's lips.  The entire 16 

inches of mutant dick was snaked down Superman's mouth and throat.  

Proto One's bulging balls began swelling larger than usual.  He 

slowly began fucking Superman's mouth, oblivious to the fact that 

Superman was gagging on the huge invader.  I could actually hear 

Superman's teeth scraping along Proto One's shaft.  The relentless 

face fucking continued as Proto One increased the speed and ferocity 

of his thrusts.  Trapped between Proto One's legs, Superman could 

not escape.  Still Proto One's nuts grew in size.  As usual, Proto 

One began making his animal groans and moans as his thrusting became 

more frantic.  His cock, slick with pre-cum and Superman's saliva, 

slurped in and out of Superman's mouth.  It was obvious to me that 

Superman was in deep trouble now.  Proto One's meaty intruder 

continued to ravage Superman.  Superman's face was slick with saliva 

and the huge amounts of pre-cum that he was gagging up.  His face 

was turning red now.  Grunting, Proto One's swollen bull nuts were 

bouncing on either side of Superman's chin.  I could tell Proto One 

was close to orgasm.  From the size of his balls, I also knew that 

this would be the biggest load that Proto One would unleash on the 

helpless hero.  As Proto One thrust faster and deeper into 

Superman's mouth, Superman began flailing about.  Proto One was 

getting more excited by Superman's distress.  This caused his balls 

to swell even more.  The next thing I know, Proto One begins one 

long groan and buries his crotch into Superman's face.  I watch, 

fascinated, as Proto One unloads what must be unimagineable amounts 

of sperm deep inside Superman's stomach.  Proto One stops thrusting, 

and I can actually hear the sperm spewing into Superman!  Proto 

One's balls drain out, but then begin to expand again.  Over and 

over the cycle is repeated.  Proto One's balls constrict, emptying 

mass quantities of cum, only to be replinished within seconds.  From 

the non-stop flow, I can see Superman's belly distending.  Gallons 

of gism are being pumped inside Superman!  And Proto One just keeps 

cumming.  Superman is lying flat on his back, Proto One straddling 

his chest with that inhuman cock buried deep inside his throat.  

Superman's heavily muscled chest, arms, thighs, and calves go limp.  

His stomach continues to bulge up.  He almost looks pregnant now!  

Proto One's orgasm pours forth without stopping.  Each time it looks 

like his balls are finished, they rapidly refill themselves.  Proto 

One is having the longest orgasm in human history.  The pressure in 

Superman's stomach begins pushing sperm out of his recently filled 

asshole and man-cunt!  Soon, his stomach is filled beyond capacity, 

and the sperm starts flooding up his throat, past the massive 

invading dick.  Torrents of gism begin spewing out of his mouth, 

soaking Proto One's shaft.  The gism is starting to leak out of 

Superman's nose now.  He's suffocating on Proto One's cum!  

Superman's face is turning pale.  Proto One's balls continue their 

perpetual sperm making.  More gallons of gism pour down Superman's 

throat.  The overflow shoots out of his lips which are stretched 

tight around Proto One's throbbing dick.  More gism is flowing out 

of Superman's nose in a steady flow.  Superman's cheeks are bulging 

out, barely able to contain all the cum.  His stomach is obscenely 

engorged now.  The ridges of his abs are faintly visible under the 

tight skin of his huge cum filled gut.  Finally, Proto One begins 

pulling out of Superman's mouth.  After withdrawing a couple of 

inches, Proto One positions his balls directly alongside the shaft, 

resting them on Superman's stretched lips.  In a final violent 

shove, Proto One thrusts his dick completely into Superman's mouth - 

followed by both his swollen nuts!  Superman's cheeks are stretched 

out to their limits.  Superman's mouth is holding Proto One's cock 

AND balls.  Proto One surveys Superman's agony lined face - the 

heroic mouth engulfing his mutant cock and balls.  Proto One puts 

his hands on Superman's cheeks and begins pressing them, forcing his 

own nuts to empty the last of their load deep inside Superman!  

Giving a last shudder, Proto One completes his superhuman orgasm.  

Slowly he stands up.  Superman's mouth is still wedged tightly 

around Proto One's meat and nuts.  The limp figure hangs by the 

mouth from Proto One's crotch.  Unconcerned, Proto One walks 

awkwardly around the room, admiring the sight of Superman's body 

dragging behind him, Superman's face still impaled on the huge 

genitals, Superman's torso curving underneath him, between his legs, 

Superman's butt and legs trailing limp behind him.  Cum is oozing 

from Superman's asshole, man-cunt, nose, lips, and even his tear 

ducts.  With a satisfied grunt, Proto One gives Superman's cheeks a 

few squeezes to milk the last of the man juice from his nuts.  

Holding Supermans head Proto One finally pulls out the gigantic cock 

and balls - now entirely coated with cum.  As Superman drops back to 

the floor, huge quantities of gism begin gurgling out of his mouth.  

His eyes are half-shut, the cum leaking out of his tear ducts 

already beginning to dry up and harden.  Superman doesn't move.  His 

now huge belly begins to shrink a little as the hot, white cum 

begins to flow out of his open mouth.  Proto One looks around the 

lab, searching for something to prevent the mass quantities of cum 

from escaping Superman's mouth.  Opening a metal container, he 

removes a large dildo-shaped object.  Scooping up handfuls of gism 

from Superman's face and chest, Proto One pours the cum back into 

Superman's open mouth.  He then uses the fleshy dildo to pack the 

cum back into Superman's mouth and throat!  He repeatedly scoops up 

more man-seed from Superman's gism-soaked body and floor.  All the 

sperm is being packed back inside Superman.  As Proto One uses the 

dildo to ramrod the gism deep inside the superhero's gullet, 

Superman's cheeks swell outward, his stomach stretching larger.  

Holding one hand securely over Superman's mouth, Proto One takes the 

dildo and roughly forces it in and out of Superman's man-cunt.  

After a few strokes, he lifts one of Superman's legs up and begins 

assualting Superman's now exposed asshole with the spongey, fleshy, 

dildo.  Finally pulling the dildo out of Superman's asshole, he 

drops the meaty leg.  Holding the dildo for me to see, I realize 

that it's not a dildo, but the preserved, dismembered penis of 

Superman!  With a wicked smile, Proto One removes his other hand 

from Superman's mouth and replaces it with the preserved penis.  As 

one hand forces the detached meat into the cum-filled mouth, the 

other hand is working Superman's slack jaw for all it's worth.  I 

can hear Superman's teeth mashing into the soft flesh of his own 

emasculated penis.  The last specimen of Superman's proud genitalia 

is being tenderized inch by inch!  Further and further Proto One 

feeds the cock into Superman until only the cauterized cock root is 

visible between the stretched and puckered lips.  No more gism leaks 

out as Superman's severed cock, stuffed down his throat, serves as a 

plug!  His defeated body rests on the floor, his gut swollen larger 

than his massive pecs, filled with Proto One's mutant cum.  As Proto 

One watches, Dr. Epicene and Todd enter the room.  Todd removes my 

handcuffs.  The next thing I know, he's jabbed me with a hypodermic 

needle.  In seconds, I go unconscious!

SCENE SIXTEEN

When I awaken, I'm in my own apartment.  The bed feels so good.  I 

soak in the familiar sights and sounds.  Wow!  What a nightmare!  

Climbing out of bed, I appear to be in fine shape.  Should I tell my 

friend Todd about this dream?  I don't think so, he'd just think I'd 

gone off the deep end.  Falling into my usual routine, I prepare 

breakfast and sit down in front of the TV to catch up on the latest 

dirt about Superman and Lois Lane's wedding.

"In what appears to be the final chapter in the Superman legacy..." 

the news anchor was saying, "the mysterious abduction of Superman on 

his wedding night at the hands of Dr. Epicene seems to be solved.  

Superman's nearly lifeless body was found today in an abandoned 

warehouse.  Apparently subjected to complete castration and 

mutilation, Superman was also the victim of an intense rape.  His 

body was completely filled with male ejaculate.  Eyewitnesses at the 

scene report that Superman's genitalia had been completely removed 

and his stomach was so full of ejaculate that it 'looked like a 

melon ready to burst.'  Officials declined further comment on the 

matter.  Lois Lane could not be reached for comment.  However, we 

have confirmed that Star Labs has placed Superman into cyrogenic 

stasis in the hopes that some medical miracle can be used to restore 

the Man of Steel.  More details on this horrific story as they come 

in..."

Nooooo!!!!

THE END(?)