Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2021 01:50:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: superman - recaptured and broken - installment 6 FINALE

Adam sat on the sofa in the middle of the apartment he had lived in since
he arrived in that city.  Two packed suitcases were in front of him.
Lex's limo was going to be by to pick him up in 15 minutes.
" Should he try and escape, or should he give up?" he had thought when
Luthor had told him he wanted adam/superman to move in, as houseboy and
bitch. As he sat there, hands folded in front of him, adam/superman
laughed
Like he had any choice? When Luthor told him what he wanted, he wasn't
giving him a choice: adam/superman has surrendered. He belonged to Lex.
If there were any doubt about that, they day after Luthor told him, had
dispelled it.

adam had finished his last workout with his last client. He had showered,
changed, and was leaving the gym. He saw the limo pull up. Stunned, he
thought "oh shit. Did I miss a text? " He checked his phone. No calls, no
texts from Luthor.
"GET IN BITCH. NOW"
"But I.."
"I SAID GET IN. NOW."
adam dropped his voice.
"Yes sir."
He opened the passenger seat, and got in. Luthor moved a hand over to
adam's thigh, and squeezed it.
"You need review on what submission means, superbitch."
"Uh, no Sir, I understand.."
"THAT WAS NOT A QUESTION." Luthor revved the engine, and they were off to
the loft.
"Just be happy I'm not cuffing you, bitch. " Luthor was quiet until they
got to the loft.
"Strip. No superman suit, nothing. adam is gonna be taught a few lessons.
"
"yes sir," his voice was very low. After he had shucked his jeans, his
jock, his t shirt, Luthor shackled him, at his wrists and ankles, face
up, on the bed. The shackles were tighter than any he had used so far,
and as soon as the fourth "clink" entered his ear, adam/superman began to
get hard. The kryptonite ring was around his cock, and it hurt. It stung,
and it constricted, but he couldn't help it.
"Tonight, boy, you're gonna learn that when I say I want something , the
ONLY answer is "How can I make it happen Sir? I told you I wanted you
living here. You didn't say anything."
adam looked up. "I didn't Sir. I'm sorry. I didn't understand." He felt
the SMACK to his balls.
"UNDERSTANDING IS NOT IN YOUR JOB DESCRIPTION. OBEDIENCE IS."
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. Yes sir. Yes. I understand. "
Luthor was smiling. "Now here's some good news, and some bad news. The
good news first... the cock ring is coming off."
That was a relief to adam/superman, even though the collar, and the
restraints at his wrists and ankles were going to keep him in place.
"The bad news is... when we're done, you're getting a smaller ring.
Unless..." And there was an evil grin on Luthor's face. He turned around
toward the dresser, and picked up a lead box.
"If I told you that there was a chunk of gold kryptonite in here, would
you believe me? I can show you."
The look on his face was pure evil. If he exposed adam/superman to the
gold kryptonite, all of his powers would be gone, permanently. He'd be
nothing but a built, buff, man, unable to do any of the things superman
did.
"No Sir. I believe you."
Luthor laughed. "Just keep that in mind if you have ideas of escape,
adam, my superbitch. I found you and took you a second time, and I can do
it again." He began running the long nail on his left index finger over
adam's sole. adam tried to pull it away, but the restraint kept him in
place. Then the second sole. Then both at once.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. PLEASE PLEASE STOP . PLEASE.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Luthor had been tickling his feet regularly since
he was recaptured, and the constant torment seemed to make them even more
sensitive than they were. The same was true about his nipples, which
Luthor began to squeeze now...
"To clamp, or not to clamp? That is the question."
"NNNGGGGG. NNNNNNNNNNNGGGGG. MMMMMMMMMMM. UUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHH" The
nipple torment was making adam/superman more than a little crazy, and
with the cock ring off, he was growing bigger and bigger. Lex running his
long fingernail under his balls, didn't help.
"OH SHIT SIR. OH SHIT. "
"Nah, no shitting, superbitch. Just fucking. Get me wet." Luthor
stripped, squatted on his sub's chest, and aimed his cock toward his
mouth. superman WANTED it. He wanted it badly and he took it hungrily,
sucking on it, making noises, doing everything he could to please his
Master.
"He knows what I need. He controls me." superman thought, as he sucked
hungrily, right before Luthor pulled out his cock and slid down. The
ankle restraints were loose enough that he could push superman's ass
cheeks up far enough to get his cock in his ass. He began methodically
fucking the man of steel in his alter ego, and superman was begging.
"OH YES SIR. OH YES. PLEASE. PLEASE TAKE ME. PLEASE TAKE YOUR SUPERBITCH.
SHOW ME WHO'S BOSS SIR. SHOW ME. SHOW ME WHO'S IN CONTROL.... AGGGGGH. "
superman lost control. His hard on had raged too much and he shot before
Luthor did. Luthor didn't look pleased.
"You'll pay for that superbitch. You didn't have permission."
"No sir. I didn't. NO.. OH FUCK." Luthor began to screw him with more
vigor. He stretched out and... the tongue piercing. Luthor's tongue made
its way over his neck, his ear, and then down his throat.
In school, as a younger man, superman had studied the mystics: how they
walked in between pleasure and pain. He felt like he was here, now, as
Lex's poundings got harder, and harder, and fasterfasterfaster.
"SUPERBITCH! I FUCKING OWN YOU!" The jizz poured into superman. When
Luthor was done he looked up. He took superman's cock in his hands.
"You better hope you recover enough to give me a milk load tonight. If
you don't...."
superman saw the cock ring: it was visibly smaller. Luthor had trouble
getting it over superman's balls, so he lubricated it. The lube stung,
and Luthor grinned
"Yeah, of course there are kryptonite crystals in it. "
adam/superman made a mental note: that box couldn't hold gold kryptonite.
If it did, and Luthor used it, the ability to milk him for super sperm
would be gone. On the other hand... did he need to threaten him? superman
felt SO GOOD when he was being fucked. Luthor had been the only person
who had both figured out his submissive nature, and had the power to
exploit it. Did he want to leave? He admitted it to himself: no. he
wanted to be Luthor's bitch. He closed his eyes, and thought about all
the times Luthor had dominated him, controlled him, and his cock began to
grow again.
"EXCELLENT SUPERCOW. We WILL get a load out of you tonight." Luthor
hooked up the machine. Then he turned on the overhead projector: it was a
film of the session with "Gatto" last time.
"Look at your facial expressions superbottom. LOOK AT THEM. So easy to
control. So easy.... superbitch. "
"YES SIR. agggggggh...." It was a smaller orgasm, but the jizz began to
flow. He was being milked, and Luthor was pleased.

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"You have a week to get everything together. Then you're moving in."
Those were the precise words Lex said to him the next morning. Lex had
been horny in the middle of the night, and took him a second time.
"We'll keep the lease until it runs out, so we can go back and get more
stuff if we need it, but one week from today: you're becoming my boy
during the day, and my bitch at night." Then he smiled. "And maybe my
bitch during the day too."
superman had a brief charge go right to his crotch as he said
"yes sir."
And now, a week later, he sat there, as adam, in his tight jeans, his
blue shirt, with his bags packed. He had his phone in front of him:
Luthor had told him to wait for a text.
superman still couldn't believe that this had happened, and it had
happened so fast. It had taken awhile for Luthor to find him, but once he
did, his conquest was almost immediate. He recalled, again, that Lex knew
EXACTLY what he needed to do to make him totally helpless, and he wasn't
afraid to use it. More than his skills, and the toys he had fashioned for
one reason only - to conquer superman - his attitude was the strongest
factor. Luthor actually BELIEVED he could take down superman - and he
had. adam/superman had no idea how many men had thought they wanted to,
but knew they couldn't take him. He knew that there were any number of
people, men AND women, who had fantasies of either getting fucked by him,
or of carrying his child to term. Those were fantasies: fertilization
between kryptonians and earthlings was impossible, and as far as superman
topping anyone, well... he laughed at that. He had tried. It had been
embarrassing. Luthor seemed to be the only one who had figured out: "not
only is he a bottom, he's a sub just waiting to be brought to the
surface." And he had.
The phone buzzed. The message was clear.
"Stay in your place. My guys are coming up to get your luggage. You come
down first, to me."
He texted back one of the few satisfactory answeres. "Yes sir."
Would he have done this if he didn't think Luthor COULD have gold
kryptonite? Would he have fought it more? For the week, he had considered
it, and he had a simple answer.
No.
He belonged to Luthor. Now, Luthor was calling him on it. He went down
the stairs, and Luthor was leaning against his limo, all in black, arms
folded. For the first time, adam/superman saw a smile on his face.
"There's my boy. My super bitch boy."
"That's me Sir. Should I put my hands behind my back? "
"Yes. And you should open your mouth for my tongue." Luthor frenched him,
right there in front of his building. No one said anything, or made any
sounds, but they both knew, they were being watched. When the guys came
down with his bags, and got in a car behind them, Luthor said
"Let's go."
On the drive to the loft, Luthor was expansive.
"Get over here boy. Now that you're here, 100%, there's gonna be a lot of
things you're gonna have to do, and one of them is cuddle. " He put his
free arm around superman's shoulders, and pulled him close to him.
"I think adam's gonna need a dog. I like the image of my blond boy
walking his dog around the neighborhood. What kind of dog you want ?"
adam/superman blushed. "This is gonna sound girlie Sir, but I'd like a
poodle. "
"Mini? Maxi? "
"Full sized Sir. White. Male."
Luthor laughed. "We'll neuter him too. The way we're gonna neuter you."
"I don't understand sir."
"I mean, that cock: it gets used when I milk it. As long as I milk it.
Market is still strong for your jizz. Dunno what they're using it for but
as long as I can sell it. "
As they walked into Lex's apartment, he kissed superman's neck.
"This was always supposed to be clark/adam/superman. I'm the one for you.
And you know it."
Lex's small but sharp beard bristles found their mark
"I know Sir. I know.. OH GOD. I've been thinking, all day long, about my
first fucking, as your boy."
Lex whispered "you know what to do."

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Well, folks, and there's where it ends. No, they didn't marry: Lex wasn't
the marrying type, and after about six months, superman had to get used
to a few "dalliances" on the part of Lex.
Lex continued to milk superman for three years. When the market began to
sag, he spoke to superman one day
"It's up to you. We don't need the juice anymore. If you want to open the
box, go ahead. You'll be mortal, just like me. That will be the only
change."
For superman, he had been thinking for a while, about the fact that he
WAS immortal, and Lex wasn't. Someday, this would end. It just would.
What would he do then?
He opened the box. There WAS gold kryptonite inside. He felt his powers
leaving, almost as if they were being sucked into the stone.
"You don't need this anymore." Lex reached to the kryptonite collar.
"Please leave it on Sir. I want it to remind me, always. I belong to
you."
Lex could not turn down such a simple request.