Operation Manpower Chapter nine: New Uses for Old Heroes
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Part One: Super Sucker
When he got back from the Fortress of Solitude with his super-captives, Lex Luthor decided to enjoy a leisurely stroll through his forest of metas. While Superman and Superboy were added to the collection, in places of honor, the evil genius felt a sense of satisfaction. He had single-handedly masterminded the de-superheroing of the entire world, and at the same time he had put paid to more than half his competition. Still, he needed more. Even the first night, when it was only a dozen hard cocks on only a dozen naked young men, all ready to let loose and give in to their sexual urges, Luthor knew he had to make some capital from this bounty. Now that Superman and Superboy were collected he could act on that.
Now the bald evil genius stood insolently in front of Superman, his arch nemesis, locked securely away, naked, in his impregnable holding tube, and grinned. As he slowly stripped off his business suit, he called out, "Bring me some stairs!" Supes' dick had risen from tumescence to rigidity as the villain had stroked his own cock into a respectably erect state, and his henchmen scrambled to comply with his orders. When they rolled the platform over to Superman's tube, Luthor slowly mounted the steps and took his placed on the platform. He knelt down and put his lips to the feeding/watering hole in the hero's tube.
"Superman," he whispered, "Does my super-slut want a special treat? A thick, hard treat with a salty taste at the end?"
The sex-crazed, mind-fucked hero could only nod, mouth open, drooling, and Luthor rewarded his slut by sliding his cock through the hole.
"I think you know what to do, Super-Sucker."
And Superman did. The Man of Steel proved he had gentle lips, no doubt a result of all that practice making out with Lois Lane, among other non-Kryptonian females. He wrapped his lips around the villain's shaft and did his best to suck Luthor's soul out through his fuck-rod.
"Yes!" Luthor gasped, "That's how a good whore sucks dick! Work that cock!"
As he sucked, the last son of Krypton rubbed his hips against the glass wall of the tube, using his pre-cum to lube up a fuckable surface. He bobbed his head up and down and ground away as the bunker workers gathered round to gawk. The sight was so engrossing, that one of the henchmen, entirely on his own initiative, turned a camera on the scene. In addition to recording the action, he made sure to punch the image through to every screen in the bunker. Every henchman and every captive male in the place now had a front row seat to the oral capitulation of the manliest man on the planet. They even saw the cock-sucking superhero so turned on by the taste of weeping dick that he fired a gusher of cum up against the wall of his tube. And in spite of that, the meta kept on heroically sucking.
Luthor felt the shudders in Superman's body as the Kryptonian unleashed his super-seed, and the villain's face contorted into an evil grin. All it had taken was a few hours of stewing under the influence of his cock-ring and butt plug, and the presence of pink kryptonite in those same devices seemed to double the effect, easily bringing Superman into line. Simply sucking Luthor's cock had inspired his former nemesis to having a massive no-hands orgasm. The aliens had no idea what a prize they were getting in this slut. And that's when Luthor decided that until he had to turn him over no man but he would have the pleasure of being blown by Super-Sucker.
Luthor got Superman to wall-fuck out two more loads before letting the former hero take his sperm.
"Suck it all down, Super-Sucker!" Luthor crowed as his cock erupted, "Swallow every last drop of that man-cream. Make a meal of it."
Superman did exactly as he was ordered and yet continued to nurse on Luthor's shaft even after it was clear the villain's orgasm was a one-time performance.
The villain looked at his bunker of potential suck-slaves and saw that, either in person or on the screens, they had all been watching him fuck Superman's face.
"I hope you all were taking notes, boys, because you're turns are coming," he smirked, "Men, get those suckers prepped to service a parade of pecker."
Part Two: Suckers All
That very evening Luthor's troop of whore-ready studs received some very special guests. For a generous contribution to Luthor's world conquest fund, these normal men would be allowed sexual access to the mouths of as many metas as they desired. Such limited access was due to the fact that the metas, hero and villain (yes, clearing out the supers max prisons and asylums like Arkham had been accomplished as well), would not leave their tubes. This meant that their super-asses would remain untapped, but that still left their mouths as fair game. Tonight was going to see the man-whore suck-fest to end all man-whore suck-fests.
Guests could slide their dicks through the tubes' feeding/watering holes, and the meta inside would go into immediate suck-pig mode. You'd think it would be enough to have the most iconic males on the planet eager to blow you, but one shipping magnate had actually fallen to his knees and begged Luthor for the chance to fuck Aqualad's fat ass.
"What part of `Their asses are off limits' didn't you understand?" Luthor had said, turning the captain of industry down cold. "Every time a butt plug is taken out, or a cock ring is removed, there is a danger of the captive's breaking out of control. Together the two devices keep the studs horny as hell and desperately compliant. Trying fucking the boy's mouth instead. Trust me, you'll like it."
"Or else," Luthor thought as the businessman slunk away.
As the oral orgy continued, Luthor retreated to his office. There he chortled at the debauchery he was witnessing. Oh, and filming. There was no reason to miss a blackmail opportunity like this. The close-up camera flicked from one cock-sucking meta to another and from one customer to another. Nightwing was proving to be so good a fellatio artist that Luthor once again had to wonder whether or not the young man had ever gotten it on with his mentor while he was attached to the Batman. He'd acquired that experience somewhere—unless he truly was a natural. The rest of the Titans were just as dedicated (though to be fair to the others, these young men had been longest without sexual contact with another person), and those drama hogs, Green Arrow and the Batman, were giving virtuoso performances as well. Of course, under the influence of the purple ray, there was no way they could do anything else.
Some customers let their super-whores suck them all the way off, leaving a spermy deposit in their bellies. Others, however, wandered from one tube to another, sampling a range of oral super-servicing. Since Superman, Luthor's exclusive suck-whore, was off limits, Superboy was getting quite the workout. Cum dripped from his mouth and painted his face, and still he was desperate for more. Little did the junior super-stud realize what getting more meant.
Part Three: Sucked
Luthor was back on the floor when he saw a government justice official standing in front of a tube, staring fixedly as the meta inside let himself get face-raped. Black Lightning, the meta vigilante, was in the zone, not only taking fat cock down his throat, but also rubbing his big black cock against the wall of the tube. Lightning's belly and genitals glistened with the juices from previous orgasms.
The official, catching sight of Luthor, beckoned him over.
"This whore's a hell of a shooter," Luthor acknowledged remembering the video of Lightning's capture.
The black hero had been filmed power-bashing his pud and sodomizing himself with his own fist, using his power on low to electro-stimulate his prostate. It was a once in a lifetime moment watching this proud man descend into slutdom.
"Are you waiting for a turn at his mouth?" Luthor asked, "It's a damned fine mouth."
"Not really."
"So you just like to watch? Nothing wrong with that. I do it myself," and that said, Black Lightning shot another load when the man he was sucking sent a torrent of sperm into his meta-gullet.
"No, I want something else. I want to suck that big black dick for myself."
"Uh..." Luthor knew he ought to have anticipated this, but he had been too involved with his power trip to consider that some men had other ways to humiliate sex slaves.
"Look," the official continued, "I understand that you don't want to take those things out of their sexy asses, but I don't want to remove his cock-ring. Hell, that ring makes him doubly sexy. I just want you to open the tube a little so his dick can stick out like a glory-hole. I'll take it from there. Would that really be a problem?"
Luthor considered and decided it was not.
"#32," he called, "Bring me one of the de-rezzers. And a low chair for our customer."
The henchmen leapt to it, and soon the de-rez device was in Luthor's hand. Carefully, he made a hole in the tube at crotch-level. Black Lightning's cock eased its way out, and official pushed the chair aside and fell to his knees. At first all he could do was stare at the length of chocolate sperm-tit, but then he leaned forward and applied his tongue to the lips of Lightning's piss slit before running his tongue around the spongy head. Lightning groaned and his cock spurted a drop of pre-cum that the official's tongue spread all over the purple-brown knob. Hesitantly, the head of Lightning's massive fuck-log entered the official's mouth. The official applied suction, and Lightning groaned before feeding several more inches of the shaft to his sucker. The official relaxed his throat (sucking fat black cock was a hobby to him) and allowed the long dick to keep sliding in until his lips felt public hair.
"Oh fuck!" Lightning moaned.
"Mmmm!" the horny cock-sucking customer replied around the fat shaft.
Lightning's big black cock leapt in the official's mouth, and the cries of the expertly sucked vigilante got the attention of an interested crowd. Customers, staff, and even nearby sex-addled metas, turned to watch the very important customer enjoying the massive cock of a submissive black sex-slave, and they got one hell of a show. Outside the tubes, men were fishing out cocks to beat. Metas already frottaging their tubes increased pace, and others started rubbing off. The official increased the pace of his oral assault and added a gifted tongue to the oral ravishing he was visiting on his chosen victim. It couldn't last, and it didn't. Lightning shuddered, crying out as his cock exploded and coated the cock connoisseur's throat with his meta-seed.
"Fuck, yes, cumming!"
The stud's cock-ring and butt-plug were glowing brightly, not only making Lightning's money-shot an epically intense event, but also ramming the lesson home.
"Your body is for others to enjoy."
The official fell back onto his haunches, but Lightning was still thrusting his hips, eager for round two. When it became clear that nobody else was going to suck him just then, the black hero put his mouth to the watering/feed hole and whined, "Please! I need another cock to suck!"
Another villain quickly granted his wish, and Lightning was soon sucking away again like prime dick-pig. But now other villains were also demand access to cocks too.
One eyed Red Hood's 10 inch monster and said, "That! I want to suck that dick and milk a load out of him like an animal. I want him to be my cum-cow!"
"That would be an extra expense," Luthor warned, "The basic entry fee was just to enjoy their mouths."
"I don't care," said the thug as he leered at Red Hood's tube-steak, "I want access to that punk cock."
They negotiated the mark-up, and Luthor made sure the thug understood to penalty he'd incur by any damage to the sensitive shaft. After a handshake, the thug found himself on his knees edging the obnoxious teen meta until he begged the man to make him his sperm donor. All around them, more and more metas found their cocks were also on the menu.
Luthor called #27 over and said, "Go scare up as many collection bulbs as we have on hand. And while you're at it, there should be a stockpile of strokers. When this lot are out of here, we are going to turn the bunker into the world's largest man-dairy."
Grinning evilly, he continued, "There's gold in them there balls!"
Part four: Sperm Bank
After the last customer had reluctantly left, Luthor's men wandered among the holding tubes applying the strokers, like flesh-jacks but also imbued with purple ray power, to the rigid cocks that jutted out of newly de-rezzed glory holes. Immediately after the thing was slid down a fat cum-tit, the power began to ride up and down the sleeve. A primitive AI in the device would help it learn what was needful to bring off a man, normal or meta. For this first session, however, the AI was learning the lay of the land as it were. Luthor watched as his troops of volunteers very slowly worked their way towards delivering the samples of genetic material that he wanted.
Of course, there was money to be made off of laying down a good supply of super- and meta-sperm. He had already done something like this with his favorite Titans when they came in. His cock still stirred at the idea of having a harem comprised of Golden Eagle, Aqualad, Jericho, Arsenal, and especially Nightwing. But why should he stop there. What couldn't he charge for a clone copy of Batman, or the Green Arrow, or even Super—no, maybe a Superman clone wasn't a good idea. But releasing the rest of this lot on the open market? Think of the money he could make by supplying clones for special needs customers. He could make up as many revenge puppets and simple servants as many as the market could bear. They wouldn't be mental duplicates of the originals, of course, but they would be in all the ways that count. If you wanted a Red Robin to flog, or a Gnark to fetch and carry, you didn't want brains.
Hell, it suddenly occurred to Luthor that he could even offer super-in-vitro fertilizations for the discriminating. That psycho Harlequin could finally have her Joker's whelp. But, of course, the real money would come from customers that wanted superhero bed-bucks, suck-slaves, or cum cows. Aquaman sluts for all the people that wanted to rape his king of the seas ass. Your own Green Lantern cum dump. Hell, if Beast Boy's powers carried through, he might even be able to tap the sentient bestiality market.
Luthor's train of thought was interrupted when Booster Gold started to make his "I'm about to cum so everybody look at me" sound. The milking device undulated up and down the egotistic blond's member, and the lips of the collection bulb kissed his cockhead around the piss-slit. The hero went stiff and, with a Shakespearean ejaculation, delivered a shot of potent man-juice into the bulb. His afterglow was equally theatrical, but they were all getting used to that any more.
"Show-off," Luthor thought, "At least I'll be getting paid for putting up with all this."
All around, the ranks of volunteers were groaning and moaning either from the teasing stimulation or from the ecstasy of loosing a new load. Some were also getting additional stimulation from watching archenemies humiliated or friends debauched. Deathstroke stared across to Beast Boy's tube, and the green-skinned kid was staring right back. Their mouths were open, and they panted almost in unison as their dicks were milked.
"Give it up, boy," Deathstroke husked, "Let me see your juice."
"Yeah, daddy," Beast Boy moaned, "My balls are all full of man-goo. Keep talking! Tell me what you want to do to your naughty boy! Talk me off!"
The two traded dirty talk back and forth until Beast Boy filled his bulb.
"Show me your load, daddy," the teen panted, "Show me the load you want to drop in my punk ass!"
"Yeah, Wilson," Luthor said, "Are you really going to let that punk out-cum you?"
And with that taunt in mind, Deathstroke came, roaring as he filled his collection bulb to overflowing. Other teams of cum-buddies also arose, Aquaman and Aqualad, naturally. And Green Arrow and Connor. The last two also had begged prettily enough that they were even allowed the occasional taste of one another's sperm. It was sick, sick and hot, and Luthor made sure he had video of the whole thing.
"Meta man milk," Luthor mused as another few studs gave it up, "It does an evil genius good."