Disclaimer: Smallville belongs to DC Comic and Tollin Robbins Productions. Trapped in the Closet belongs to R Kelly. Joining the two together is all mine. Written for entertainment, no copyright infringement is intended.
Clark nearly screamed when he saw hidden in the vault his sexy friend Lex completely naked on his knees giving a blow job to...
Whitney Fordman.
The tall muscular former athlete turned marine was standing over sexy Lex Luthor, one hand placed squarely atop the hairless dome of Smallville's resident billionaire. His hips were cant forward while the other hand was placed on his hips. He was rocking back and forth, feeding his enormous cock into the beautiful lips of the younger Luthor. His hair was shoulder length and silky. His blue eyes were shut tight and his mouth slightly open. Clark with his super hearing could hear the former jock's heart racing and the short gasping breaths he was taking each time Lex's lips made contact with the base of his cock before drawing all the way back to the tip.
Had it not been for all the frustration Clark had been through today, he would have stood there and pulled himself out, enjoying the show as he got off. Something akin to anger, jealousy and lust rose inside of the farmboy of steel and forgetting all about the secret he'd kept from Lex and everyone for years, Clark tore off the vault door in a fit of rage.
Lex took one last lick of his Whitneysicle before he looked up at Clark nonplussed and in his usual droll manner asked "Something troubling you Clark?"
Clark looked dumbfounded from Lex, who looked quite sexy to him on his knees, to the last man he expected to see butt naked in Lex's vault.
"Whitney Fordman, everyone thinks you're dead," Clark said staring at the wet cock jutting out inches from Lex's mouth.
"I'm alive and well Kent. Now do you mind?" The ex-marine was annoyed at having his daily blowjob interrupted.
"What's going on Lex? You lied to me." Clark tried to sound as indignant as possible despite his own arousal.
Rising gracefully Lex surveyed the damage to his vault before stepping out into his office. Whitney followed and Clark brought up the rear, so to speak.
"Not that it's any of your business, but Whitney went AWOL and turned to me for help. With my father's connections, we faked his death and he's been living here with me for the past two years."
"But what about Lana and your mom?" Clark asked turning to the nude blonde jock.
My mom gets my veterans benefits. She's moved to Las Vegas and remarried. As for Lana, I don't think she's missing me that much. Besides, I like it here. I have ten rooms all to myself. I jog the grounds daily and there are other perks," Whitney finished, pulling Lex close to him.
"So you see Clark, there's no need for concern," Lex drawled.
Clark turned to leave but was stopped dead in his tracks by Lex's voice.
"Oh and Clark. If you breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll turn you in to area 51 quicker than you can say Cadmus Labs."
Whitney snickered as Clark sped away furiously. He needed to talk to Chloe. She would understand how he felt. He did a full out run to Metropolis and the Daily Planet. In minutes he was there. He found his way to the basement where Chloe's closet turned office was. He burst in ready to tell his new best friend about his horrible day but was shocked to see the perky blonde sprawled across her desk, with her skirt hiked up getting eaten out by...
Trapped in the Daily Planet
Clarks x-ray vision failed him temporarily. He presumed it was due to overstimulization. All he could make out was long brunett hair draped over Chloe's crotch. He could barely see the thin pink lips that were munching on the blond patch of hair. Chloe's milky white thighs were spread wide and she was writhing on her desk. Her hands were stretched over her head and her hands were clutching the edge of her desk. The brunette head looked up from its task and asked 'you like that?' in a familiar whispery voice. Clark's cock swelled as he forced himself to focus. He heard the lock shatter as he flung open the door and cried out in a strangled voice...
"Lana," Clark said breathily. The sight of his former girlfriend between the legs of his best friend and confidante was overwhelming.
Clark was feeling that his secret was pretty small compared to some of the stuff he'd seen today. Both women scrambled to their feet, Lana licking her lips as she did so. Chloe sat behind her desk with Lana standing at her side.
"Clark," Lana whispered.
"Don't," Clark shook his head. "I don't need an explanation."
"Why are you here Clark." Chloe watched her friend with concern.
"Just stopped in to say hi. Thought we'd go to lunch or ..." Clark's voice dropped off.
"Oh...um... we sort of had plans but your welcome to join us," Chloe smiled.
A sigh from Lana told Clark he dare not take the blonde up on her invitation.
"No. You know...I better get home."
Clark skulked down the corridor of the Daily Planet trying to make sense of all he had seen today. He needed somewhere to sit and think. He left the building and stepped into the cool midafternoon air. The city lay before him. He decided to walk and see where the rest of the day took him.
Jonathan, Lionel, Lois and Martha had had a long talk in the time that Clark had gone. Jonathan apologized to his wife for being so self-righteous when he himself had been carrying on with Lionel since they day the billionaire stepped into his barn to have him sign the adoption papers. He even confessed that all those visits to the doctor were a ruse to see Lionel in Metropolis, in prison and then back in Metropolis again. He had only come home early because he learned his lover was in Smallville for the day.
Martha confessed she hated farming and she decided to move into the apartment above the Talon with Lois. Since Lex would be running for senator and Lionel didn't want to deal with reporters asking him about his incarceration, he opted to move to the farm instead. The foursome had a laugh over the lies and deceptions each had perpetrated. It was only then that Lionel remembered Clark.
"He must be devastated. We'll have a talk with him when he comes home."
It was about that time that Lex drove up the Kent's driveway. He was feeling really bad about threatening Clark. He wanted to assure him that his secret was safe. He had no doubt that Clark would keep him and Whitney's secret. He was surprised to find his father sitting and having coffee and cake with Jonathan, Martha and Lois. The four clued him in on what was happening. He pulled his father aside and told him about Clark's visit earlier.
"Perhaps we should look for him," Lionel whispered "and clear the air."
"I'll call Chloe. He probably ran straight to her."
Lionel looked puzzled.
"I'll explain later dad."
Lex called Chloe on her cell.
"Chloe, have you seen Clark?"
Without going into too much detail Chloe hinted that Clark left her rather upset. There was only one other place Clark went when he needed to think.
"Don't worry Chloe, I think I know where he is."
Trapped In The Kawachee Caves
Lex drove to the Kawachee caves that had always fascinated Clark. He parked and entered the dark caverns with his flashlight in hand. In the distance he thought he heard sobbing.
"Oh Clark," Lex whispered.
Lex had forgotten how fragile Clark was. To find out his lover was really in love with his father and learn that Lex was harboring one of Clark's enemies was must have been too much for him. Lex followed the cries to the not so hidden passage where Clark and Chloe had disappeared during the meteor storm. The sobs were getting louder and as Lex turned the corner he gasped and dropped his flashlight.
From the stone altar came a bright light. Stretched out across that altar, tan skin lay bathed in that light. The legs were spread apart and hung over the shoulders of a tall lithe figure. The light was blinding at first and all Lex recognized was the writhing body on the altar as Clark. He was more beautiful than Lex had ever imagined. When he got back home, Lex was going to make his refugee do a little fantasy role playing. Lex crept nearer to make out the other mysterious figure. It was an older man with short brunette hair. Lex wasn't sure if his eyes were deceiving him, but from where he stood, the cock sliding in and out of Clark appeared almost metallic. It was bigger than any dick Lex had ever seen or had. Lex's mouth watered as he watched his friend's ass get pounded by the enormous rod. He now realized of course that Clark wasn't really sobbing, but moaning.
"Don't worry baby," the other man growled, "You're mind now. No one will ever hurt you again."
Lex stepped back a bit from the cave but not so much that he couldn't watch the festivities. Clark was practically floating above the stone slab and the man inside him rose with him. It was there, inches above the light that Lex finally recognized the figure. Somehow it didn't surprise him to see his alien friend being fucked by...
Professor Fine.
The End.
R. Kelly wins. I cannot go 12 rounds.