Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2006 06:02:22 -0800 (PST) From: Robert Subject: New Years Superman Rape It was New Years Eve at the Daily Planet office party in which a small group of interested employees were invited to gather for a short ceremony and buffet. This took place around 3:00pm since most guests had other late night plans for the evening. Perry White was the grand ceremony conductor, while Lois busied herself with office chit-chat while munching on saltine crackers. Jimmy stood around for someone to talk to with camera dangling from his neck, and other employees were harvesting the grand table buffet. One male employee spotted Clark sitting by his desk in his reclining office chair, and decided to pay him a visit. The guy went over and told Clark that he wanted to give him a late Christmas present which he couldn't deliver since he was on vacation during the festive holiday. He asked if he could give it to him in a private room away from the crowd. Clark, being the gentleman that he was, agreed to go with him to an isolated conference room. The man, Albert, a young strapping new guy in the newsroom one floor down, gave Clark a small packaged gift wrapped box, and Clark opened it. Inside Clark discovered a diamond studded tie clip that was silvered colored. Clark said to the gentleman a grateful thanks, and the two soon left the conference room with Clark leading the way. Albert took a strong peak at the two hefty mounds that pushed themselves out from under Clark's back pants. Just then Lois walked up to Clark and told him of a newsbreaking event at a nearby penitentiary for women where a violent inmate was taking a guard hostage. She said she was heading to her desk to write up the story while listening for details as the incident unfolded. Clark had other things in mind and that was to get to the mens room as quickly as he could without being noticed. Still holding on to his new tie clip, he struggled against the rambling crowd, and broke out of the room alone. Quickly he dashed towards the mens locker room to make his drastic change into Superman and head to the dilemma in progress. As he changed out of his Clark Kent uniform and switched into his Superman outfit, he noticed he was not alone in the room. He thought for sure nobody knew of his whereabouts, and that nobody followed him, he couldn't understand how someone came into the same room at that precise moment. It was Albert smirking from behind the door. He had sneaked in somehow, but why? "It was easy Superman. You see, you have in that tie clip I gave to you a very small microchip homing beacon which I can track with this device!" Albert held up a strange black box with a red button and small antenna. "I found you Superman like I was sure I would. You know you have everybody fooled in that office, but me. I knew you were Superman from the strart, right off! Hmm! With those big broad shoulders and that incredibly thick neck of yours, even your office shirt can't hide those things." Albert paused a second, with his lusty tongue circling his mouth. Superman just stood in amazement still holding on to his Clark Kent dress shirt with one hand and leaning back against a locker box. "Superman, there's one thing I want you to do for me in order to keep this our little secret." Superman didn't know what to say! "Look, if it's money you won't get anything from me because I can fight you on this, you know that!" "OH, it's not your money that I want from you Superman, not yet, and probably never. NO. . .what I would like is for you to put that shirt of yours away inside the locker for me. Can you do that?" "S-S-sure", Superman said as he turned to hang his dress shirt in the locker. While he did that, he was not yet wearing his red cape, and Albert gazed at the tremendously round buns that Superman had hanging from his red shorts. Still keeping that tongue of his in check, Albert closed in on Superman and put both his hands around Superman's tight waistline. Superman choked, and turned to face Albert horrified. It's as if he almost lost sight of Superman and became Clark Kent instantly. But as Superman stood facing Albert, Albert just shrugged with both hands holding on to both sides of Superman's waist, and moved his crotch forward. . .right into Superman's. "You like that?" Albert said to him. "Ever feel another man's bulging crotch like yours? Bet you haven't you goody two shoes. Bet you think gay means having a good time. Maybe you'd be right about that, who knows. . . . .Superman", and Albert leaned over to Superman's ear to whisper, "BEND OVER." Superman cried, "What??!! You're a mad man!" Albert still grinning said, "Superman, it won't hurt you, I hear you can take anything. NOW, bend over or I'll blab to everyone who you really are! BEND OVER, damn you! Do it!!" Superman turned around slightly, and pushed his butt out without adjusting his uniform. He struggled to keep his hands on the locker doors, as Albert thought of his next move. "Hmm, I think you have the nicest butt on a man I have ever seen." Albert stretched his back and sighed a little not knowing what to do. He couldn't believe he had even gotten this far with him. But there he was, with his red butt exposing itself right in front of him, and almost spread eagle with boots on. Mm-mm. "NICE!! To say the very least. . .oh, baby." Albert slapped Superman hardly on the butt with both hands swatting him near his muscled thighs. Superman jolted a little mostly from surprise, and asked, "W-what are y-you going t-to do with me?" "I'm surprised you asked me that Superman, I was hoping you'd put up some sort of struggle instead." Albert hesitated. "I'm going to pull your shorts down Superman, so don't give me any struggle, ok?" With that, he put both hands on to the top of Superman's red shorts with yellow belt, and Superman reached backward and grabbed Albert by his hands. "Promise you won't tell Lois?" Albert smiled and moved his hands lovingly around Superman's hard abs, "I promise not to tell any of your loved ones, ok? NOW don't stop me." Albert slowly got the top of his red shorts again, and gently pulled them down to below his hard rocking cheeks, exposing an incredible manly ass with hair at just the right places. Albert let out a gasp! He then stuck his right finger into the hole of the man, which was wet, soft, and very hard. Albert was beginning to sweat, and he knew he must get it over with before he has a coronary. Albert was getting hot, and wanted Superman so bad, he could almost not get his fly to open as it was getting stuck on the way down. Finally he got it open, but still had a difficult time to get his dick out of the hidden white brief confinement. At last he yanked his eight incher with his left hand, and kept digging into Superman's dark hole with his right hand finger, making it moist, wet, and tingling. Superman was trembling as this took place, and was secretly thinking of a way out of this situation, without hurting his reputation. Both of Superman's legs were trembling, and expecting the worst of it. One thing Superman was not, was a gay bottom man. How was he going to react to this moment, he did not know. Albert was becoming soaked with sweat on his forehead, and his eyelids were half closed with vast expectation. His eight inch almost hard dick, dashed to the top of Superman's crack exposure, and bounced around a splash of wienie romp. He loosened his necktie, and took his dick by hand to prop it into the man of steel. Superman himself felt his forehead beginning to sweat at this embarrasing situation. How was he going to get out of this humiliating situation, without exposing himself?? HOW? How? He kept thinking. . .but then he felt a huge sausage coming inside up his shaft from behind. OH. . .he thought, I can't let this guy get away with this! What can I do to stop him? But just as that thought crossed his mind, the sausage mounted him to give several aching strokes from behind. Superman kept both his manly hands flat on to the closed lockers, as he felt his body being thrusted back and forth in hardcore fucking motion. The size of the man's dick didn't bother him, but he wasn't one to be getting the long end of the stick. . .EVER! Just then, he felt Albert grab his own crotch which had not been pulled down, and felt the roaming hand enter into it. Albert was grabbing on to Superman's meat to beat him off while fucking him from behind. Superman just lifted his sweating head upward and closed his eyes, hoping this horror would soon finish. But Albert had a firm hold of Superman's cock, and was surely yanking him off. He had taken Superman's beefy meat out of his shorts, and yanked him firmly. Superman almost liked it, but had more disgust with the one that was doing it to him. While Albert almost came inside of Superman's butthole, he stopped for a second. He wanted something more now that he thought of it. He wanted to suck on Supeman's hard cock. Albert pulled himself out of Superman's reamed asshole, and shifted himself to go underneath the big man of fleshy outworldly steel. His gasping mouth was ready and waiting to take in what was to be the best thing he ever had. (Or at least so Albert thought). He pushed himself under those hard legs and engulfed the hugest man meat he ever tasted. Superman, just then, had a wicked idea. He pretended to like it and began to pump himself in and out of the man's hard sucking mouth. Albert was whining like a starved baby, ready for some milk after a long fast. Sucking hard on to Superman and taking all he could jam into his hardcore throat. Superman kept pumping, and hoping to work up a fierce wad! Little did Albert know that he was to become the victim of a Superhuman trick. Albert kept sucking, and sucking some more. . .not stopping for anything. . .and Superman was buckling his back hind legs to conjure up an incredible wad of cumjuice to give to his lusty foe. Albert felt the juices stirring inside the man of steel, and was secretly giving himself compliments of giving the man of steel a rocking good time, when he felt Superman let out a huge thrash!! Albert's body suddenly became lifeless, slumped over and fell against the bottom lockers. Superman had let out a jism so hard, and deliberate it knocked him out cold. Albert was to later suffer from a lapse of memory resulting in amnesia from which he would never recover to recall what he had learned about Clark Kent's secret. Superman had adjusted himself to put his Clark Kent clothes in another locker, and before he could attend to the penitentiary incident, he learned from his acute hearing, that that the prisoner had been overcome from other guards and was disarmed. His involvement as a superhero was no longer needed. So he got back into his Clark Kent clothes after a quick shower, and went back to the fading New Years Party. "Where have you been Clark?" Jimmy asked. "OH, just getting some last minute holiday sausage, that's all."