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Superman grasped a boulder and threw it high into the air. His son, little Joey (actual first name Jonathan Jor-El Kent after his two grandfathers) flew into the flying mass and burst it into a thousand smaller pieces, and the rocks and pebbles fell to the ground like heavy hail. A good thing they were in a deserted piece of a National Forest (a canard, the land was flat, treeless and covered with large isolated boulders, all a legacy of the movements of glaciers in the last Ice Age), or those rocks could have done some serious damage, but hey, it was why he brought Joey out here to exercise.
Superman laughed along with his child. "You ready for a challenge?" he asked his son as he spied four smaller boulders.
"Okay, Daddy!"
Superman's big muscled body moved in fluid grace as he strode and bent, the muscles on his arms flexed as he grasped, his legs bent as he gripped, the bulge in his red trunks swung low and free as his cock enjoyed its momentary freedom, then he gripped his burden and rose, and Superman threw the four smaller boulders in fast order, so that his son was confronted with four objects to try to smash. His son flew, his youthful, supple body struck and he got one, then a second, then a third....
But the fourth boulder smashed before his son got to it. Another flying superboy about his son's own five years of age had flown in and crushed it first! The other boy's hair was a light brown, and the face was vaguely familiar, as if he'd seen it once, a long time ago. Superman blinked, shook his head. He'd seen so many people, and usually remembered them all, but never a boy like this, not recently, and the boy couldn't have been in his presence too long ago, he wouldn't have been born!
"Hi, I'm Joey!" his son said as the two hovered in midair, and Superman flew up to be with them.
"I'm Thor-Lu." the boy introduced himself. "And I'm Kryptonian, like you."
"You are?" Superman was stupified. "From Kandor?"
The boy shook his head. "My parents and I fled Krypton before it exploded. We were in suspended animation capsules, which is why I'm still a kid. When we got here, the ship landed itself."
"Where are you parents?" Superman asked. On this planet, any Kryptonian was superpowered, and a young child had to be supervised at all times, he had scaled severely back on his own duties since Joey's birth for just this reason.
Thor shook his head. "Their capsules failed and they died before we got here. I'm the only one. But the ship's automatic systems take good care of me."
"Oh." Superman was sorry he had asked. "I can take you to Kandor, and shrink you down, so you can grow up with other Kryptonians."
"No!" Joey spoke up. "I want him to play with me!"
"I'd like to play with you, Joey!" Thor agreed.
Superman sighed. He could babysit for a while. "Okay, let's all play!" he agreed.
He tossed boulders two at a time and the boys had a swell time smashing them or catching them and throwing them to each other.
"I have some toys back on the ship!" Thor volunteered after a while. "Won't you let me show them to you?"
"Can we go, Dad, can we?"
"But..." Superman stammered. "Your parents..." he couldn't continue.
But Thor understood. "The machines took care of them along ago. I awoke on the ship alone. They warned me it was a dangerous trip and we might not all make it." The boy was incredibly phlegmatic about his parents. Had he been that unemotionally attached as a child? He didn't remember, thank the Maker! He would have thought the child would have been a crying mess.
But he followed the boy and his son through the skies. They ended up nearly a hundred miles away (a minute or less at superspeed) in the mountains. "That ship doesn't look Kryptonian." Superman observed. "Did your parents build it themselves?"
"I don't know." Thor-Lu replied off-handedly. "Come on in."
The door of the airlock confirmed it to Superman, this spaceship had never seen the planet Krypton. Kryptonians didn't design such sharp angles into things, they used long, flowing arcs and curves in everything they built. But the boy wouldn't have the answers, perhaps more would be visible inside.
Inside was indeed a wonder. The walls were covered with alien inventions, none of which were Kryptonian, but all were marvels of technology just the same. "What is all this?"
"Just things, lots of things." Thor-Lu replied. Joey shrieked in delight and raced toward the marvels. Thor-Lu stayed by Superman, who was caught off guard as the boy suddenly slammed sideways into his body. He wouldn't have been rocked with a normal boy's action like this but the boy was as superpowered as he, so Superman was knocked back and he fell onto a large flat platform with a soft cushion-like top on it. He bounced and then settled back onto it as his body seemed to suddenly become lax and compliant. He ended up flat on his back and his head resting on a soft pillow-like rise that lifted his head up about thirty-degrees, the rest of him was lying in perfect order on the bed, arms at his sides, legs straight out.
And he couldn't move! He tried to move, but it was like he'd become weak, not sick or pained like when hit with Green Kryptonite, he simply found his muscles would not respond to his commands. Or not quickly, he managed after some effort to raise his hand, then his forearm, from the mattress to hover over his body. He relaxed the effort and it immediately fell back and conformed itself to lie at his side once more.
His son was enraptured by a toy Thor-Lu was showing him, it let him paint rainbows in the air which then shaped into fanciful animals that danced with each other. Superman croaked, then tried again. "So-o-o..." he couldn't quite form the word "Son." He tried again. "So-o-o-o-o-nnnnn!"
"Daddy?" Joey asked. "Daddy, what is it?" He now noticed his father's prone position on the bed. "Why are you lying down?"
"Your Daddy's just resting." Thor-Lu told his son. "You've tired him out. Come on, I got some more games to show you!" He guided Superman's son into another room and Superman's heart went into his throat in fear!
But the boy came back soon. "I put him in a room where the walls show fantasy worlds and the creatures there talk to him. Educational and protective. A baby-sitting room."
"Wh-wh-wh-a-a-a-a-a..."
"Don't strain yourself, Superdupe." the boy said and there was nothing boyish about him now.
"And Superman recognized the boy now. "Luhhhhhhhh-thuhhhhhhrrrrr!" he croaked.
"Figured it out, did you? Thor-Lu. Lu-thor." The boy chuckled evilly.
"H-h-h-h-ow-ow-ow...."
"How did I do it? This ship. Wonderful thing isn't it?" Luthor waved his arms. "Belonged to an interstellar trader. Encountered him on my satellite where I was hiding out after escaping from prison the last time. He wanted to sell me stuff. Instead, he's now in an alternate dimension, running from various toothy monsters while I use all his marvelous devices including this one that turned me into a little boy and this one that gives me super powers." He gestured to two small shiny objects pinned to his chest in some unobvious way. "Oh, and that bed you're lying on. The trader called it the "Bed of Lethe."
"Buhhh, uhhh, luthhhhh?" Superman mumbled.
"Yeah. He said they used it on another world to keep the criminally insane peaceful and still so they could be helped with psychotherapy or some such nonsense. Anyone lies on it, they can't get up unless someone helps them up out of it. No matter how powerful they are, including you. Only affects one person at a time; I could climb up on top of you and it wouldn't affect me at all."
Superman struggled, or tried to, but his muscles would not move. The boy which was Luthor advanced on him. "You know, I've always wondered about something. As an alien on Earth, you would have been discovered long ago unless you resembled a human being all over. So what kind of cock does a Kryptonian have on him, anyway? Only one way to find out."
Superman cringed as the Luther-boy crawled up onto him, and one small hand cupped his basket, fondled his cock and balls insolently. "Mmm, yeah, feels like a normal dong lives in here." he said as he gripped the shaft through the trunks. "But have to see it to be sure."
His yellow belt held his red trunks firmly against the blue shirt and blue leggings, with it unfastened, there was nothing to hold the red trunks in place. Luthor chuckled as he brought the red trunks down and the fat organ was revealed, cock in open air and balls sheathed in the red fabric. "Well, well, quite a nice plowing tool you have there. Bet it'll fatten up nice and firm with a bit of help, won't it?" His little hand grasped Superman's tool and worked the cockskin back and forth.
"Uhhhhh!" Superman groaned and this time he wasn't trying to say anything. He and Lois had to have very careful sex, he could injure her if he wasn't cautious about every reaction of his body up to and including his climax (he had to pull out and squirt it into special containers brought up from Kandor and enlarged for his use, then pick a single sperm to insert back into her to create the child they had borne. His body craved sex and he couldn't do it with anyone on Earth! Until now.... Oh, God, he was throwing such a huge throbbing boner! With Lex Luthor!"
"Yeah, that's a big, fat one, isn't it?"
"Daddy?" came the curious voice.
"Joey?"
"Huh?" Luthor spun around and there was Joey in his little Superboy suit goggling at the sight of his father lying on the bed and his new friend had his hand wrapped around his Daddy's ooh-ooh! "What are you doing here?"
"I got lonesome. Daddy, what's he doing?" Joey asked.
"Muhhhhh!"
"I'm playing a game with your Dad." Luthor explained slyly. "He loves playing this game. Hasn't he ever played it with you?"
"Nu-uh."
"No? Me and my Daddy played it all the time." Luthor went on. "We'd play it every every night before bedtime and every morning when he woke up. He really liked it when we played like this."
"Yeah?" Joey looked intrigued.
"Sure, come on and try it. I'll bet your Daddy will like you doing it as much as my Daddy liked me doing it for him."
To Superman's horror, his son walked up, wide-eyed but interested, and climbed onto the bed with him. Neither boy had any problem with movement, but Superman remained pinioned in place, no visible bonds, but held fast just the same! He could do nothing, not even protest except in guttural sounds, as his son knelt with his small buttocks resting on one leg as the small boy-Luthor sat on the other, Superman felt the small, round, boyish buns cupping each thigh like plump cushions conforming to his leg, smooth, warm, soft and plush. He watched in horror as his son, his own flesh and blood, reached one small lily-like hand out to take his turgid rod in hand.
"It's warm!" marveled Joey.
"It gets warmer if you pump it up and down like I was doing."
"Nuhhhh, suhhhh, nuuuuuh!" Superman moaned out. "Nuuuh! Ohhhhhh!"
Joey's small fingers closed upon his father's dong and he began to stroke the shaft up and down.
A rush of raw sexual joy raced through Superman's brain in a way he had never experienced before. His own self-pleasuring had been expected by his cock and the thrill had been less because of that, he knew what was going to happen before it happened. His sexual acts with his wife were equally preplanned and pre-arranged, with his mind holding his passion firmly in check and pulling completely away if he felt his control slipping in the slightest. Lois had complained bitterly at that, even though he used his tongue to give her completion usually...
But this was different in that he had no control of it, his body didn't know what would happen until it did, and the small hand of his child toyed with his senses in a way that they found novel and exciting and repaid the efforts with an intensity of erotic thrills he had never known.
His cock gushed hot precome out and it flowed over Joey's hand and he looked at it in wonder. "What is that? Is Daddy peeing?"
"That's not pee." Luthor smoothly interceded. "It's even better. Taste it. You'll like it."
"Uhhhhhh!" Superman moaned and more flowed out to add to the slimy smear over his glans and his son's hand.
Joey reached his face down and a tentative tongue extended to touch the reddened glans. Superman moaned as the wet organ touched his manhood, he gushed another flow of precome out and his son's tongue licked to capture a huge glob of the fluid and ferried it up into his soft, tender mouth.
His son's cheeks worked as he savored the flavor. "It's good!"
"It sure is!" Luthor heartily agreed. "Get more of it."
Joey's mouth now enclosed his superpowered dad's superpud and he sucked on the wet bulb eagerly.
Luthor's hand went over and he pushed the boy's head down and let it rise again, then pushed it down again. Superman couldn't help it, the soft lips ravaged his glan's flare and the goat-like rut rushed through Superman's body and he groaned loudly.
"See, your Daddy loves it when you do that. Keep moving your head up and down, and suck on that fat pud like it was a piece of candy!" Luthor urged him. "Suck all the warm juices out of it. There's plenty more of it in there. If you work at it, you can get every bit of it, and the best is at the bottom! So suck it, and suck hard!"
Joey set to work with a will and Superman was lost in a purgatory of his own. His son was doing this, his own little boy, barely out of diapers, and yet, this joy was new and exotic and wild and absorbing. He couldn't help it, he writhed in his need and Luthor smiled down evilly as he watched his adversary tormented by his own desires by his own son.
"He's good at this, isn't he, Superman?" he asked. "Your son really knows how to suck that hard cock of yours. And better yet, if you come, you can go ahead and squirt it right into his mouth. Go on, shoot it right into his mouth!"
Oh, the thought of doing that was such a turn-on to the Man of Steel! He had dreamed of doing that someday, somehow! He hadn't dared to ever spurt his unfettered seed raw from his cock into any other being. But his superson was one who could take it. He could do it! He could!
And his cock took the revelation as an invitation, climax clawed the brain of the Hero from Krypton, and he moaned in ecstatic abandon as his son suckled his prick and Luthor laughed and orgasm seized him and he groaned, ejaculated upwards with spunk powered at a speed nearly half the speed of light.
It would have shattered any normal person, punctured steel, destroyed buildings and people pellmell unlucky enough to be in their path, but his cock was shuttered inside the oral orifice of his son and his son treated the flow as if it had been a soda spurting foam into his mouth and he caught it all, gulped it, drank greedily as his father sprayed his mouth with a fury that his father's body had held at bay for more than thirty years!
Joey choked at the last squibs that jetted up into him, but the flood was over, he rose up and giggled, pleased at how much he had pleasured his father and the treasure he had received in return. He licked his lips with his pink, soft tongue and gulped and Superman looked up at his son's innocent devotion and he had to smile in gratitude and love in return. How could he send this loving boy any sign of reprimand for such a marvelous delight as he had received!
"Now that was a sight worth seeing." Luthor said. "A son loving his daddy and loving him well. Makes me feel like my whole life has been worth living. Not to mention kind of hot. I wonder if the Man of Steel has any steel left in him, or is he mortal in this one way?"
Luthor bent down and his childish face reached the spent prong and his tongue licked at the shaft. Superman groaned, but his cock jerked, stiffened. "You know, I think he's getting ready to go again." he said to Joey. "You want to get some more of that out of him?"
"Yeah, it was good!" Joey enthused. "All warm and thick, like hot ice cream. Mmmmh!"
Superman closed his eyes. How much longer would this go on? He had to figure a way out of this. If he could communicate to his son in some way that he didn't lie on this bed out of choice, but was fettered fast!
He fought to raise his arm next to his son as Luthor continued to lick at his prick, teasing and tantalizing it back to full rigidity. He got his arm up and he managed to put it on his son's leg and he gripped it with his fingers. He squeezed, and Joey felt it, looked down, but Superman could do no more, and he had to relax, and as he did, his hand and arm slid down away from his son and back into position. How ironic, the most powerful being in known existence, and he was being balked by an alien's psychotherapy machine!
He tried to speak again. "Jo-o-o-o, ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ey!"
"What is it, Daddy?" Joey asked. He understood!
So did Luthor. "Why don't you suck on your Daddy again?" he suggested quickly. "I'll show you another fun way to play with your Daddy." He stood to peel down his "alien tights" and was now bare from waist down. His body including his penis was very much that of a boy's. "Watch this!" He stood on either side of Superman's head and squatted down and thrust his butt right at Superman's mouth. "Come on, Superman, lick my ass!"
Superman tried to talk but the boy's buttocks muffled his sounds to mere mumbles. Luthor pretended that he was being licked. "Oooh, oh, oh, yeah, stick that tongue in my butthole, Superman, oh, yeah, like that, more, more, oh, oh, it feels so good, lick it for me, lick it!"
Superman had his son's mouth on his now-hard cock once again, sucking away with the skill only a superpowered boy's body could have mustered, the little head bobbing away and sending thrills again through his being. He could come again soon, he knew, despite having unloaded a huge wad already, he was Superman in this way as well and his body recovered with terrific speed! He longed to be normal, and have his son only encounter a spent, flaccid dong again so quickly. This way, his son and Luthor could torment him endlessly!
Joey had listened to Luthor's moans for some time. "Can I try that now?" he asked. "Can I have Daddy lick my ass?"
"Sure, get your trousers off and get up here." Luthor offered.
Superman tried to talk again as the boys switched places. Luthor standing on the edge of the bed while his son stood and stripped off his little red trunks entirely, showing his blue leggings strapped on by straps around his waist but his cock and ass exposed, and his son happily straddled his father's head and sat down. "Come on, lick it for me, Daddy, lick it for me!"
"Lick your boy's ass, Superman, come on, like you did for me!" Luthor taunted. "When we get is all slicked up, we'll let you try fitting your daddy's dingdong into your butt. That feels really good, when he does that."
Superman felt the velvety buns of his son on his face and looked up into a tiny but rigid boy-dick. His son was loving this. And now he was to have his son's ass thrust onto his cock? He couldn't let his son suffer during that! Superhard body going into superhard body, it could injure his son! He couldn't allow that! He had to do something!
All he could do was as Luthor was advising, he stuck out his tongue and flicked it over the tiny boy sphincter of his son. Joey oohed and crooned as he felt the soft silken tongue sliding over his anus, and Luthor laughed as he watched his nemesis licking his own son's butt-crack.
"That's it, lick it, lick it, now dig it into the hole as far as you can!" he urged.
"Do it, Daddy, do it!"
Superman's tongue was as powerful as the rest of his body and the boy's tiny sphincter didn't resist him much, he got the tip in and the boy shifted so he could drive more of his tongue inside his son's tiny bum-bum.
He felt a soft warm opening touch his cock's glans and then open and let the tip slide into it. Warm, so warm! Luthor?
"Mmmm, that's a stiff, hard, fat cock you have, Superman!" Luthor moaned. "Better than those rough studs I encountered in prison. Did you know that I had to play the boytoy at first for them, Superman, when they locked me up? I took a dozen hard tools in my ass my first night in lockup. Barely eighteen and being gangbanged by filthy, hairy criminals. A great place to get rehabilitated and learn to do the right thing, isn't it? Well, I learned how to do this!" And with a thrust of his body, Luthor sent the superpud deep into his bowels. "Ahhh, ahh, so good! This is what being invulnerable is like, isn't it, none of the pain and all of the pleasure." The already boyish voice rose to a near falsetto shrieking, "Lucky fucking sucker! Lick your son's butt while I ride your rod!"
"Wow!" Joey oozed as he gazed behind himself at the sight of his boy-friend with his dad's huge prong stuffed up his butt. "You got it inside you!"
"Yeah, and it feels great! You have to try this!" Luthor began to move his hips and the stiff rod was forced in and out of the soft, tender buttocks.
Superman tongue-fucked his son while the boy-Luthor bounced up and down on his crotch. His passion was seething through him. Would the boy-Luthor be able to handle the super-shot of his jizz? He moaned in passion and warning.
"Oh, oh, okay, that's enough." panted Luthor. "I had a little-boy orgasm, God, they may not shoot anything, but they are fucking intense! We have to give your son one of these! Come on, Joey, let's get you riding this rail!"
Superbaby was eager but the tiny bunghole didn't let his Daddy's tool go in right away. Luthor helped by licking Superman's cock until he had it a gray sheen of saliva and Joey lowered himself again and this time the glans popped inside. Joey crooned, and so did Superman! In spite of his concern for his son, that felt so good! God, he was so close to coming already! No, not yet, hold it back, hold back for your son! He told himself severely. His iron will came to the fore and his pending climax subsided.
Slowly, slowly, the boy slid down the steel-hard supershaft and finally he was sitting on his father's fat balls still inside the red, thin-cloth trunks. Superman looked and was horrified to see his son's lower abdomen now had a bulge in it, his cockhead was pushing against his son's stomach wall!
"Ooh, it's so big!" Joey crooned.
"You have it inside you now." Luthor urged. "Get to moving, Joey, back and forth, up and down, move that big schlong inside you. It'll feel good for you, it will, it will!"
Superbaby moaned as he moved, the thick prick moving in and out of his ass. Superman couldn't help but groan as he felt the hot, soft walls of his son's intestines rubbing his shaft, and the tiny nubs of the prostate sliding on his cock. Joey was loving the feel of his daddy's prick, and he began to move more, faster, riding his father now like Luthor had before, and the pleasure this time was immune to Superman's will. Superman writhed in his agony of ecstasy, he wished this could go on forever, without Luthor, but like this, his son and himself in this joy, this joining, this eternal, immortal, ecstatic union of flesh, Kryptonian with Kryptonian, and he felt a guttural roar rising within him and he did, he roared out his ecstasy as he erupted, sending another super-powerful burst of hot spunk into his son's bowels, crowing in orgasmic bliss.
"Oh, oh, oh, Daddy!" Joey convulsed in his own boy-climax, and he shuddered as he lay down on his father's strong chest and Superman felt the tiny pud throbbing and pulsing and his son's face was so close to his, he raised his head painfully and they kissed as their climaxes subsided and Superman's tongue slid into his son's mouth as if it belonged there and his son sucked on the soft organ like a pacifier.
"Oh, man, that was so hot!" Luthor moaned. Not the boy, but a man again! Wearing only a very tight t-shirt, the man revealed stood before them, well-muscled and firm, handsome if the facial expression had been less cruel. His now-bare cock was hard and he had it in one hand, stroking it in admiration as he gazed on the superpair locked in conjugal union.
"Luuuu, thurrrrrr!" Superman croaked.
"Thor? Is that you?" Superbaby asked.
"Yes, it's me." Luthor purred. "You liked having your Daddy's fat, hard cock in your ass, didn't you?"
"Oh, it felt so good when it was moving in and out of me!" Superbaby enthused. "I want it again and again!" He moved, and Superman realized his now-dormant dong was still imbedded in his boy's butt.
"Would you like to try this one?" Luthor gestured at his cock.
"Sure!" Joey grinned widely.
Luthor climbed on the bed, an adult now and to his horror, Superman felt the criminal's cock on top of his now-flaccid prick as he slid the glans toward the tiny bowels. "No-o-o!" he gasped. "No-o-o-o!"
"Here it comes, Joey. Me and your Daddy are going to double-dick you, how about that?"
"Okay!"
Superman winced in sympathetic pain as he felt the hard rod pushing into his son's body and his own sticky pud was dragged inside as he did so. His cock was soft and didn't take up as much room, but Joey again moaned as his little body was stretched out. Luthor got it all the way inside and he said. "Now get used to that a little while, then I'm going to ram you harder than you've ever been!"
His son? Rammed by Luthor? God, his body took that as stimulus and his cock, the eternal potent rod, surged into renewal. He felt Luthor's fairy balls resting on the red cloth of his costume atop his own testicles, only the single thickness of the all-so-thin Kryptonian cloth kept them from mashing against each other. The thought made his cock stiffen even more, to his chagrin.
Luthor felt it. "Yeah, your Daddy's liking the thought of that. I'm going to give both of you a ride you'll never forget!" He began to move, and the movements of his shaft slid Superman's cockskin back and forth. Oh, God, Superman realized, this is going to turn me on all over again! I can't help it, I love the feel of my son's ass on my cock. I love it!
He looked at his son's face as the boy was rocking back and forth from Luthor's thrusts. The little eyes were glazed with pleasure, and he smiled as he looked into father's lust-filled eyes.
Superman struggled. "I-I-I-I, luhhhhhvvvvv, you-ou-ou-ou, so-o-o-on!"
"I love you, too, Daddy!" Joey moaned.
"God, so hot, so fucking hot!" Luthor groaned. "Fucking a kid while he has his own dad's prick up inside there with me, fucking him, too! So fucking hot, ah-hah-ah, ahhhh!"
Superman shivered, and he spoke without trying to make sense, it was only mumbles, but he said, "I love you so much, Son, I love you no matter what, now and forever." As he did, he felt his third orgasm approaching on hooves that sounded like thunder in his veins, and he moaned anew.
Joey just grinned at the mumbled words, but that was all right. Superman kissed his son as he climaxed, and as he did, Luthor also ejaculated his evil spunk into his son's ass along with Superman's. He felt Luthor's fairy balls resting on the red cloth of his costume atop his own testicles, only the single thickness of the all-so-thin Kryptonian cloth kept them from mashing against each other. The thought made his cock stiffen even more, to his chagrin.
But Luthor hadn't counted on the power of the Super-Climax. The force of Superman's wads powering into the overloaded boy's bowels and Luthor's cock was slammed and he went from moans of joy to groans of pain and he pulled out violently and fell off the bed.
But as he did, he moved Superman's body with him. Superman had an arm and a leg off the bed now, and he moved quickly even as his own climax continued to pummel his senses, and he pulled himself and his son from the bed and the three ended up in a mass of tangled limbs on the floor.
Superman recovered and he looked, saw the single jewel on Luthor's chest (the man had removed the other one that had made him a boy) and he grabbed and yanked it away. Now Luthor was only a human being, and easily quelled, because Joey's body held him down while his father got to his feet and snatched the villain upright and off his feet! "You fiendish piece of scum!" he snarled.
Luthor didn't care, he laughed. "Go ahead, haul me back to prison. I'll tell everyone what we did, and what you did! It'll make a hell of a story!"
"We'll see about that!" Superman growled as he threw Luthor onto the Bed of Lethe, stuffed his well-drained superpud back into the red trunks, and let the villain feel the helplessness he had endured as the Bed seized all control over his body. Superman gathered his son up into his arms and cooing tenderly to his son who was clutching him possessively in eager loving embrace, flew off and left the villain in his own clutches.
Luthor wondered if the Man of Steel had been pushed too far, for it took nearly a half hour before Superman returned to him. He wondered how the superhero would handle the new knowledge in Luthor's brain. He found out, Superman did take Luthor back to prison, but managed to warn the Warden to put the man in immediate and total isolation, tucked away from every prisoner and not even allowed to speak to anyone. He was only postponing the problem, Luthor figured, they couldn't keep him like this forever!
He found out Superman's solution in a few days, when Luthor was moved from that total isolation into a new location far up in a mountain, a small, stern-looking structure. To his dismay, Luthor realized that Superman had created a special prison just for him, filled with all the comforts a prisoner could want (he was even allowed to don once again his preferred clothing of green Lycra tights, purple shirt, black harness and boots), he had everything except people to speak with; Superman's own robots were his guards. Luthor realized he'd never be allowed to tell anyone how he had forced Superman to fuck his own son. He growled and was in a fine temper four days later when the red-and-blue hero dared to enter his room, his son with him, cradled in his arms and sound asleep.
The superhero stood before the villain, his legs spread wide and Luthor saw the fat bulge dangling down between in the red trunks, swinging comfortable and free. He wished briefly that Earth clothing was as adaptable to the human body as Superman's Kryptonian clothing was to his form.
"How do you like your new cell?" Superman asked. "Anything else you need?"
"Besides people?"
"You know I can't let you talk to anyone." Superman said. "Your own fault, throwing us into that situation, tricking my son into performing sexual acts on my body."
"So fly back in time and stop yourself." Luthor suggested.
"You know I can't alter the past." Superman pointed out. "I've tried many times before and always failed." At his voice, Joey stirred, his eyes open and he moved, waking up.
"So the man who can do anything can't do everything. So what is it that you do want? An apology to your kid, maybe?" he snarled.
"No." Superman admitted. "Ever since that day, things have changed for my son and me."
"Yeah, me and Daddy have sex all the time!" Joey burst out. "Two or three times a day! Right, Daddy?"
Superman smiled down at his son indulgently. "We sure do, Son. But it has to be our little secret, right?"
"Right, Daddy." Joey agreed easily.
Luthor looked surprised, then laughed, hard and mean. "So I turned you into a boy-rammer, did I? And your son into a come-bucket. Nice!" It was a victory of sorts.
"Yes." Superman said and Luthor laughed more. Superman waited until he was done, then continued. "Thing is, my son wants to do it again."
"Do what again?"
"You and me both, together." Superman showed Luthor what he held in his hand. The amulet that had made the man superpowered. "I've altered this so it will give you invulnerability for a short time. Long enough to give my boy a double-ramming like he's been begging for. So...are you in?"
Luthor goggled, then a look of almost tenderness swept over his face as his green Lycra-clad crotch developed a prominent bulge. "I think I'm going to like this new jail after all."
Superman smiled and his red trunks bulged like Luthor's, both men were now sporting a full firm erection in their baskets. "I think we should give Joey what he wants right now."
"Me, too!" Joey chimed in and both men laughed. It was the start of a new life for all three of them.
THE END
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