Clark received a notification from an animal rights activist by telephone that several bulls on a farm outside of Metropolis were being abused by animal sperm doners. These bulls were being kept in small quarters and utilized as cow sperm doners by means of artificial stimulation by machine, and the sperm shipped to wherever it was needed in the country. The activist thought this needed to be reported to the Daily Planet for means of national attention to wrong doing of animals in close quarters. Clark took down all the notes he needed including the address of the farm in suspect, and assured the activist caller that he would look into it. But Clark did better than that after he hung up the phone. He snuck out of his work desk, and said he had a vital assignment, then headed to the closed dressing room. There, alone in the dressing room, he unrobed himself as the mild mannered Clark Kent, and into the uniform he wore cleverly underneath, into Superman. There he bounded out the open wide window, and flew toward the direction of the farm address of which Clark had been given. No one knew of this particular assignment, so Superman was all alone in this venture. After several minutes, Superman spotted the farm nestled solitary in the outside foothills among many trees surrounding it, and a few bulls were readily visible in small outdoor pens, with a large barn lab right next door to it. Superman had thought about what this assignment was about, and the thought of being sexually stimulated by a machine sort of involuntarily made this big hulking man horny. There was sort of a strange feeling blossoming within his tight red shorts, of wondering what it could possibly feel like to go through such an ordeal, but inside his thoughts, he tried to dismiss it.He approached the front door of the house that fronted the barn, but no one answered his casual knocking on the door. He even said hello, but got no response. Then he walked around the house next to the bull pen where the bulls saw this big muscle man walking towards the open lab. The huge lab door was visibly open, and he peeked inside. There he saw a lone bull being milked by a man in coveralls sitting on a small chair beside it, making sure the procedure went well. Superman walked closer to the scene, and the man on the chair could see the approaching huge like shadow from behind. He got up, wiped his brow, and with quick thinking, said, "Superman! Glad you're here. What brings you to these parts?" Superman slowly but sternly said, "I got a report of some sort of animal abuse going on around here. Is this what's happening?"The man, named Charlie, putting away his red handerchief in his back pocket, stammered a little while trying to make it seem innocent, and said, "Certainly, Superman. That's why I'm glad you're here. To see the operation of breeding with animatronics instead of shipping bulls to farms who require breeding. It's less expensive, economical, and makes a whole lot of sense." Then he looked at Superman, and said, "Why do you ask? Is there something wrong?"Superman stood there, looking big husky and very muscular, even studly, and said, "I've received a report from an animal rights activist to check the owner of this establishment that there may be some type of animal abuse going on here. Is that so?""No!" Charlie said, "Of course not, this is used for breeding. None of the bulls here are being mistreated in any way, and the procedure they're receiving is quite harmless. You must believe me Superman. I am the owner of this establishment, and I do not harm animals of any kind in any way. The procedure is quite harmless, and all the bulls here are properly cared for. Trust me, it's quite harmless. You do believe me?"As Charlie was talking all the time, he noticed that Superman had a slight boner in those shorts of his. A very large semi boner with the head part showing quite vividly right through it. All the time he was thinking of a plan to prove to Superman that the machines used here were quite pleasurable to the bulls while the procedure of milking was being done for seamen.Superman himself noticed that his bulge was proving larger, and covered himself by crossing his hands in front of him, but then he noticed the bull in the milking station was huffing and puffing while the milk machine was going to work on his obvious big bull stiffened dick meat. The machine would not let go, and kept slowly giving the pleasured bull a long slow sucking motion, driving drops of seamen and spurts down the long hose chute chord attached to it into a larger machine that showed a small canister of sperm collection dripping slowly from the long tube. The bull's strong huffing and puffing with sighs of pleasure made Superman think of what it could feel like to be imprisoned to such a love making device, and the thought was making him instantaniously horny. He even nudged his right thumb to silently feel the side of his dick while it was already over it, but for just a second. Charlie, of course, was not dumb, and could see Superman was showing interest in the procedure itself. He even had another replica machine standing nearby for other procedures, and he reached over to grab the end nozzle, He flipped the switch on, and it turned on like a slight vacuum cleaner gushing air inside the socket nose, and Charlie slyly said, "Here Superman, feel the air going into this socket, it's not so bad, and doesn't hurt to stick anything in it." Superman stuck in his finger, and the sucking air would casually drive his protrusion finger deep down into the socket where the sucking power was a lot harder in the bottom shaft area. So much so, it drove his finger all the way down into it by surprise. "Whoa!" Superman said, "that's a new one. Sort of like a vacuum cleaner in reverse." Then he cleared his throat. Charlie then got the nozzle, and put it over Superman's bulge which was now exposed when he removed his hand, and let it grasp the man of steel's dairy shlong. The vacuum nozzle grasped heavily because it was made and fashioned to do one thing and one thing only, to suck on some rock hard dick. The nozzle immediatley did it's job and clung on to it's subject. "See, it doesn't hurt Superman. There's hardly nothing to it. Feel that? It's not so bad . . . " Charlie said with a tinge of sexual predator between his teeth.The nozzle wrapped around the man of steel's member with gusto, and attached itself to the long hard bulge beneath the tight shorts. Superman looked down, and could immediatley feel the trembling in his big large round chest muscles. His dick was being tampered with, and being drawn into the open gaping mouth of the large sucking nozzle. The first mission of the already programmed machine was to get the member to come into the sucking chamber, and the mission of the nozzle was to suck with continuous air power to get the member to become involuntarily interested enough to go in. Of which it did just that, as the head of Superman's dick suddenly was drawn into the mouth of the chamber, and the machine turned up the power to bring the hardening head deep into the suctioning throat. Even underneath the strong man's tight shorts, the hardening bulge gave way to the cloth around it, and drove itself into the chute, being sucked continuously to go down, down, down, deeper, slowly deeper into the throat chamber, til at last the entire length of Superman's dick was engulfed by machine, and the machine began it's job, of collection sperm!But first it had to rhythmatically stimulate all the surrounding areas of the giant dick head, and the long giant meat attached to it by giving it a slight harmless continuing suction intended to grease the joints and sperm within the aching balls.Superman's mouth gaped, and his eyes went slightly cross eyed at the aching stimulis he was receiving. For the moment, there was no one around him. Just the machine doing wild things to his groin, and making the man of steel's legs quiver with affection. His butt gyrated a bit, as he was being torn into the chute. The machine was doing what it has been doing to all the bulls on the farm for years, and years! Sucking meat raw hardening dick for the juice that lay deep inside it's member. Sucking, sucking, and sucking with no question or fear, but it's duty to collect as big a wad speciman it could generate to muster. Superman could feel the utter quiver of his shoulders, arms, legs, and calves, as his dick meat had gone where no man had gone before. Or so he thought, who knows.He was becoming sweaty around his neck and forehead as his dick was getting sucked and sucked. Charlie looked at Superman, and reached back to the machine, hitting a lever and pushing down to the area of red danger zone. This gave the machine the staggering power to super suck it's intended with hard quick suctioning power. The nozzle went wildly back and forth over Superman's long 13 inch dick meat, still sucking him through his shorts, and making wild stains all around of pre cum juice. The man of steel was becoming hot and bothered by the hard sucking action, and his thighs had become mincemeat, as big as they were. Superman grabbed himself under his Superman shirt and wiped away over his stomach as his head backed off, and he started moaning loudly. Charlie reached over to the machine control, and this time grabbed a dial which excelerated the sucking motion even more so, giving the giant muscle man full throttle. The sucking power and motion became so loud now, that even the bulls in the are were becoming concerned and aware of what was going on. Never had they seen a dick being so obviously tormented, and driven wildly with hard rock sucking power gone crazy. Superman was shaking in motion with the suck machine, as it began slurping away at the son of krypton through his aching shorts. The machine was clattering away, and even became heated with light smoke. Charlie was grinning as he said, "What you think now Superman??" But Superman could not respond, so he went up the man of steel's ear, and yelled inside. "I said, what do you think now SUPERMAN!!! Feels good don't it? You want some more??"All Superman could do was nod no but moaning at the same time while sweating profusely. "Oh, oh, oh!" Was all he could say in response, as he was standing there being held tightly by the hard sucking machine gone wild over him, and his aching dick which was now exploding with wild giant spurt of cum juice gone completely into the driving chute. The white cream steaming all the way down through the tube into the canister, like all the bulls before him. Charlie went over to the machine controls and pulled the lever, and hit the stop button. The machine quickly winded down, and Superman had turned himself into complete muscle manic mush. The bulls around him blurted grunts and moos of appreciation.Charlie spoke softly into the tall man's ear, still standing slightly limp, and said, "Next time don't be so bull headed about animal abuse, Superman."Superman nodded sweatingly without saying one thing more.
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