orientation-gay Superman Meets the Cole Twins (Parts 1-7, now with Part 8 on Page 8 - Updated 5/4/21)

[superkappa]

@gsobrave are you planning to migrate chapter 9 and 10 from the old forum? It would be a shame to lose them in the move from the other backup.

Also it would be great if chapter 11 was coming... 

[Built22]

Chapter 9 and 10 on the old forum? 

Damn hope he migrates them here!!! As I haven't read them 

[gsobrave]

Guys, my apologies on how long it's taken.  I didn't realize that Chaper 9 and 10 didn't carry over from the other site.  I am reworking some of Chapter 10 and will release it soon.

 

 

Part 9

Clark felt like he was floating on a cloud but he felt starved, empty; Luthor’s cock had left him gaping open, streams of cum were still running down his floating legs, dribbling onto the floor.   As soon as the pain hit him from the large hand crushing his balls, he clumsily grabbed Luthor’s wrist with both hands and couldn’t budge the hand, the wrist, or the forearm.  He looked up at the frown on Luthor’s face. 

“Do it.”  Releasing the grip, Richard massaged the bruised hero’s genitals.

The post-orgasmic haze clouded his mind, somewhere far away he activated his X-ray vision and looked at Luthor.  Using that power brought things back into clarity; the pain in his legs, abdominals, his insides, not to mention the beating he took earlier and the weakness from his body fighting the virus, yet everything receded when all his senses focused on Luthor.  Now the man was just barely, perceptibly larger, did Luthor’s skin look more pale?    

Clark’s mind drifted quickly back down into a haze.  His body was stiff, tense.

The feeling from the new exposure was only very slight this time, Luthor had barely felt anything; there had been no pure orgasmic feeling like before, nothing close to the first time… had he reached peak saturation?  The alien activated his ‘x-ray vision’, he knew it wasn’t a lack of the radiation.  Would he have to obtain more of the compound from the government in order to continue his transformation?  Was there more?  His mind was racing.  Was he too confident and ready to believe they gave him all of it?

Was it his responsibility to make sure no one else could figure out how to make their own super men?  His penchant for risks and high rewards paid off, right?  The alien had curled back into a ball, floating in midair, holding his knees up against his chest, eyes closed, slowly turning to show Luthor the gaping ass he had just invaded, his cock starting to stiffen at the thought of how warm and tight... 

“So this last exposure had little effect,” a voice broke in behind him, “hmmmmm.  It never truly is the same after your first time.”  The handsome man in a suit standing in front of him smiled. 

Spinning to face this intruder, Richard scowled, saying ““I’m not interested in sharing.” 

Richard was on alert and he had heard no one enter; in fact, until that person spoke, all of his newly enhanced senses told him he and the alien were alone. Almost too fast for the eye to see, Richard closed the gap between them and attempted to grab the man, only to grab thin air.   

The smile turned into a grin and with a raised eyebrow shook his head, “first instinct is to react with violence.  Hmmmm…”  He put his hand to his chin and began studying Richard, taking in every detail.  “Did we make a mistake with you.”  It wasn’t a question.

The man was so casual, as if he wasn’t there to start trouble, but he looked like a large guy in his own right, dressed in a black business suit. 

“Just incredible…” the man ran an intangible hand up over the arm that had broken the man of steel.  “And just a few hours ago was your first exposure?  The serum has been in your system for how long?”

“Sounds like you’ve been watching me for a while,” growled Richard, who waved a hand towards Clark, “or us.”  When taking in the details of the projection, he could tell there was serious muscle underneath that suit.  Richard tried a new tact, “Go ahead, get a good look,” doing a most muscular pose, stepping closer to him. 

Ignoring the sheer eroticism of the nude Hercules and his conquest, unthreatened by Richard’s wall of muscle,  “At the edge of greatness and yet you’re consumed with anger and anguish, distracted by your familial ties.  You were sloppy.  Yet now you have the power of,” gesturing at Clark, “a God.”   

“Your search for your son is admirable but he is not lost.  His trip to the future was quite short.  He reappeared an hour after his initial disappearance two months ago, and we decided it might be a good opportunity to enlist him for -our- help.  He solved your problem with the serum, solved the future’s problems, why not help his country solve its problems?”  The man’s smile had completely disappeared.

“You mean I’ve been searching for him for two months and you’ve had him the entire time?!?”  Richard’s voiced boomed, his rage was palpable, pulling Clark out of wherever he had withdrawn to.

Richard turned and put a hand on Clark’s shoulder as the floating alien put his feet on the ground, “and this was just a test to see how strong, how weak, whatever…”he looked away, “…and you’ve had him this whole time.  Alexander.”  He dropped his head when he said his son’s name. 

He had failed him.  

“You should have known the government didn’t give you all of the alien compound,” the man stated flatly.  “You probably could have made more serum, maybe taken more yourself.  But we didn’t want to put all our eggs,” waving a hand at Richard’s body, “in one basket.”

“We decided we should step in and reveal your son’s whereabouts to prevent permanent damage to the alien.  Question: has your anger been amplified by your new condition or have you always been this aggressive?”  Seconds of awkward silence passed.

The Gentleman continued, “We do appreciate the ability to collect a staggering amount of the aliens’ bodily fluids and biological tissue as well as the data you’ve presented us within the past 48 hours.  It has truly been a treasure trove to move us forward in the protection of our country, and the world of course,” the feigned sincerity was almost offensive.  “But now you, yourself, are a Super-Man.  Not some last super son from a dead world with nothing but your conscience being your guide,” rolling his eyes at the thought. “But what we need are Super Soldiers.  We gave you the compound so you know we trusted you to do the ‘right thing.’” The son of a bitch even put up air quotes.  “We’ve let you have your fun as a reward,” gesturing to the now conscious and standing Clark, “but your government is calling you in to service.  Again.”

Richard sighed and looked down at the floor, “and now you’re going to blackmail me using my son’s life as a bargaining chip.”  He started chuckling menacingly as he slowly looked up and locked eyes with the holographic Gentleman.  “If my son is hurt in any way, nothing will stop m-“

“Yes, yes, your rage will be incomprehensible, the planet will quake, yes, yes, yes.”  The Gentleman interrupted waving a hand in the air as he condescended.  “He has been safely tucked away and will definitely continue to be so.  My friend, he is our guest!  If you want to speak to him all you ever have to do is ask me.  Nicely.  (There’s never a bad time for manners.)  The boy is a genius, we would never let him be harmed!  It’s important that we understand one another now, correct?  We are prepared to let you speak with your son remotely,” the Gentleman turned his gaze towards Clark, “but first we’d like to get a little closer look at you and your new friend here.  The device projecting this holo will provide you two with the coordinates for us to talk further, away from all this drama.  The location is one you might be familiar with, and with your new fast-as-a-blur speed, you should be able to reach us within, oh, say, forty-five minutes?  And I do hope you and your friend will at least find something more appropriate to wear.  You are, after all, going to speak with your son.”

With the last phrase, the Gentleman faded from view gesturing towards a tiny robotic device on the floor, a wry smile on his lips.

“I’m a fucking fool.”  The government would have been foolish to give him all of the compound, but that was his fear.  His overconfidence at being able to keep this a secret from his old ‘friends’ was going to get Alexander killed. 

“He made it back,” Clark’s voice was a mixture of relief and sadness.  “What’s that phrase, ‘out of the frying pan…?’”

Richard lost it, throwing his head and shoulders back, massive arms outstretched he let out a primal shout and started destroying, well, everything.  It was all like paper and it started to rapidly collapse around them both.

Clark raced over and picked up the small, cockroach-sized holographic projection device, trying to protect the thing that would lead them closer to Alexander.  Hunched over, he was easily able to withstand the collapsing levels down on top of him, his powers seemed to be almost completely returned, he could feel nothing from the destruction of the facility, in fact, he felt energized.  He stayed close to Luthor; the havoc created a local spot around the mad behemoth, where he was smashing concrete, rebar, steel and earth.  Raising an arm in front of him, Clark flexed and it burst into veins and hard, tanned muscle.   He brushed a hand across the light black hairs on the back of his, hoping the virus had been burned out of his system.  Even without stepping outside into the sunlight, he felt like his old self.

Sitting in a small collapsed area, Clark had fallen behind while Richard’s path of destruction was fast and deliberate.  He kept thinking back to that spaceship and the Caretaker, ‘Dave and Butch are floating in those tubes…’ They needed to know their secret was no longer safe.  That none of their secrets were ever safe. 

Richard finally stopped, the ceiling being held on his own hunched shoulders, tons of debris above , head down, he extended a hand to Clark who had stayed close by pushing through debris to follow him, “I’m a fucking fool.” He turned his head, listening, your heartbeat sounds different.”  He turned his downturned head in Clark’s direction, “seems like you’re back to feeling Super…. BOY.”

Moving fast, Richard stood beside Clark with a hand around his waist, “show me,” looking down at what was in Clark’s hand.  A map and coordinates flashed up into a holographic 2-d grid in front of them.  Richard went to reach an arm around Clark’s waist but was pushed away, “so I’m feeling a lot better, you mind if I operate under my own power?”  Richard knew Clark wasn’t going anywhere, the ‘hero bit’ was his thing, and this was definitely moving into ‘needing a hero’ territory.

Richard huffed, turned, and quickly pushed through the debris with Clark following close, making his way back to his now destroyed living quarters.  “They asked for us to be a little more presentable,” one arm held up, god knows how many levels above his head, “there should be some more durable clothes,” pointing to a spot near what used to be a bed, “there.”  Dressing in a flash, both were wearing tight workout clothing.  Richard had chosen a black tank top and shorts that actually could contain the battering ram for a cock.  Clark had a Black shirt that hugged his torso like a glove and a pair of shorts that seemed awful tight.

“D.C. then, under our own power.”  Richard nodded, clawing his way to the surface with Clark close behind, as soon as they broke into the daylight they speeded east, almost too fast to be seen.  

***************

Sargeant Ken Walters was pressing out his reps overhead, the bar was bending on both sides but he carefully controlled the weight; after his last treatment it had gotten easy.  It was up and down, over and over.  His arms weren’t even straining, no sweat broken.  While he should have been counting, his focus was on listening to the conversation that was going on in a conference room down on the lower levels.  His hearing had gotten really good after the first treatment, not that he had let them know how good it actually was.  He couldn’t help playing some cards close to the vest so he had to be cool.

Short of being dissected, they knew everything about him, from the top of his head to the soles on his size fourteen feet.  He had overheard a report that other subjects were reacting positively to variations of the ‘enhancement’ serum.  ‘There goes the dream of being the One.  Neo was a pussy anyway.’  He was pissed but he couldn’t show it, ‘when they’re trying to make you ‘super’, you be cool, man.  Don’t make waves, go with the flow,’ he thought.  Give the boys just what they need to keep taking you to the next step, and the next and the next.  What was wrong with keeping a secret here and there, even from Uncle Sam.  That was how it started; he had heard what was possible with the treatments they were giving him.  Then today all the commotion on the base and the conversation in conference room had become an overwhelming distraction: a private contractor had a breakthrough, an activator had been found, some sort of alien radiation.  The ‘Director’ advocated Ken as one of the first to enter this potential new phase and from what they were saying, the treatment would basically make him near invulnerable, give him an exponential level of strength from where he was now.  The Army’s first real Superman.  But shit, he felt like that now.  Besides his hearing, he was a lot stronger than what they thought he was going to be.  The fact that his body got so much stronger while the muscle groups shrank and became more dense was a new outcome for the treatment.  They had actually expected for him to grow.  Which didn’t help his attitude when brought up.  He thought they had been doing this kind of thing for years in the Army.

Of course the military had attempted to make plenty of “super man” since WW2.  Of course they threw a mountain of funding at those projects after the first appearance of the alien Superboy, who was now a Super-Man. 

Ken had been a freshman high school football star.  They used to even call him ‘superboy’ when he drug 5 guys across a goal line.  Then a super-TWERP showed up from outer space and all of a sudden everyone wanted a piece of Ken, on and off the field, just to say they kicked superboy’s ass.  Even in a small town, he had to toughen up and learn to take punches. 

Walters hated thinking about home.  When he was a teenager, he just wanted to get laid, get swole, and be anywhere but the middle of Nowhere Kansas, and since he didn’t want to farm on his family’s land for the rest of his life… or someone looking to beat up ‘superboy’ (i.e. every punk who googled him on the internet).  So Ken joined ROTC in high school and worked hard on the one thing he could control: his body.  By 18 he was a big guy, could take care of himself in a fight, and was the star of their football team.  The pussies would have to pile on him just to bring him down. 

Looking to leave his small world behind Ken became a part of something bigger than himself after graduation: the US Army.  Going from star football player to die-hard paratrooper to lab rat had given him a sense of discipline and patience.  And fuck it had paid off.

Shaking out of his reverie, Ken racked the bar and sat up  only to hear a small rip in the crotch.  Unfortunately, this pair of PT shorts were not able to keep up.  He tore the fabric off and let his meat swing free.  He was trying to be conscious of where he was but he had to give it a little fluff to let things breathe.  Ken wasn’t modest, it was a special gym just for him and the other guys… and with researchers always watching, always recording, he liked to make it interesting.  He wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction today.  “Be cool,” he muttered.

Strolling over to the cabinet set into a wall, Ken pulled out black shorts that stretched over his veiny, striated legs and snapped against his impossibly small waist and rock hard adonis belt, leaving a gap between the thick cords of muscle and where his cock pulled the shorts down. 

His buddy Donnie would say, “Nobody can resist taking a peek,” with a wink.  Now that dude was fuckin’ nuts.  Ken and Donnie had met in the Army before the program had separated them into individual studies.  He couldn’t figure out how that guy got in, but it sure wasn’t based on a friendly disposition.  He’d punch you in the face if he thought you were looking at him the wrong way.  Donnie had just loved Ken for some reason, maybe he just wanted an audience for his ego.  Maybe he thought Ken was competition.

He had to focus, back to the present, ‘so one of their guys figured it out,’ he thought to himself.  Some guy named Richard Luthor, a private researcher, the rich guy?  His hearing had gotten so good he could hear any conversation on the base, and just beyond, all it took was a little concentration to screen out the clamor of, well, everything else.

Turning to the mirrored wall, he put both his arms up into a double bicep pose, hands relaxed and pointing in the air, flexing for himself (and the omnipresent eyes).  His smile fell as he studied his left arm, then his right. “Hey!” he called out into the air, “when are these fucking things going to stop shrinking??”  He was pissed.  He had spent the last few years in high school and in his first year in the Army turning his body into a muscle machine, which was one of the reasons he was chosen for the project.  But each treatment from the first onward made almost all his muscle groups shrink while increasing the muscle fiber densities.  He had actually gotten pissed after the first treatment and ‘accidentally’ hurt a couple of researchers with his new strength until they had someone help explain it to him.  His baseball sized biceps had been softball sized when this whole thing started, at least.  It was supposed to be temporary but they neglected to tell him they would have trouble finding actual resistance to make him grow again.

“I guess I’ll have to learn to live with the trade-off,” he grinned to himself.  If he was a bodybuilder before, now he was pure power.  ‘More like lab rat most of the time.’

From what his hearing had picked up, the folks on the base were on heightened alert and had just received a shitload of biological material, apparently from the aliens.  Apparently, the aliens had all rutted themselves on each other in some mating ritual (?) and then left enough reproductive material to make the researchers expend their own reproductive materials.  ‘Nerds,’ he thought to himself.  The projects’ goals were always to parallel other research going on at the same time, ensure tightly controlled redundancies, improve where able.  Luthor had experimented on himself and neglected to inform his collaborators, actually getting the formula to work on himself becoming powerful enough to trash one of the aliens.  And that was the ‘accident’! 

Exposure to the Superman’s ocular radiation emissions took it to the next level.  This would trigger a rapid growth of muscle tissue as well as other physical changes, from the data they were getting.   

If there was any doubt about how close he was, the sound of corks popping and what was unmistakably champagne flowing told Ken all he needed to know.  Looking at his own reflection in the mirror, muscles swelling as he started flexing.  ‘Sheeit, fucking perfection,’ he thought, starting a little posing routine as the music in the training room changed to a more upbeat rhythm.  

As one of the researchers walked in, Ken stopped what he was doing and made eye contact via the mirror with Sam, his researcher buddy.  Sam was cool, he couldn't help staring a little too long at Ken’s muscles, and the big one between his legs kept drawing his attention.  All the time, poor guy was distracted.

 

“Sam, buddy.  What’s the good word?”  Ken grinned and hit a muscular crab pose in the mirror, crossing his leg in front of the other to push his basket forward, making the top of the shorts gap from his abs.  “Sorry, man, this thing has a mind of his own,” and adjusted himself but still leaving the little gap. 

“Just need to take a little bit more blood, Ken.  Do you think you can help me out?”  Sam held out the syringe.  It was special made for the test subjects but Ken’s skin had become incredibly hard the last few weeks.  Ken would have to force the needle in to one of his huge veins, and then Sam would withdraw the blood.  As Sam was wrapping up, Ken could see the man’s pants starting to fill out some.

“It seems like the last few treatments have me feeling pret-tee good,” Ken ran a hand up the arm he just took the blood from.  “Any chance you can tell me how many more treatments before I’m cut loose to get out there in the field?”  Raising the arm in front of Sam the bicep burst in size and you could see the muscle groups in his arm looked like stone.

Stammering, Sam turned to leave quick before stopping and turning to answer, “um, yeah, well, um… I think soon?  Just keep training.”  His face was blood red.  Ken grinned as Sam scurried off back out the door.

[superkappa]

So glad to see this story migrated, thank you @gsobrave

Definitely looking forward for the reworked chapter 10 and more!

[superkappa]

@gsobrave I'm still hoping for a continuation of this amazing story of yours... pretty please? 

[Caliban11]

10 hours ago, superkappa said:

@gsobrave I'm still hoping for a continuation of this amazing story of yours... pretty please? 

I second that, even unfinished this is practically a modern classic of the Superman genre...........

[gsobrave]

Thank you, I am planning on it, for sure. Spent the last year in a new job and finally feel like I have some breathing room.   And I appreciate the kind words, I’m a huge fan so I want to make sure it will be finished.

[gsobrave]

 

Part 10

Butch flew down to where Dave was standing, just outside the collapsed underground base where a shallow crater encompassed almost the entire clearing.  They had scanned a wide area in and around the compound with their xray vision and found no one trapped down below but they did notice an area where it looked like there was something that tunneled up and led out on the east side... they had found a pair of tracks that ended up disappearing a few hundred yards away and another set of footprints that were a little pronounced and looked like they were running very fast. 
“So it looks like two people came up through the hole…and one set of prints leaves the area... running?  The other set of prints just ends... Clark was flying after Luthor?  Or Clark flew away and Luthor was chasing him?”  Dave asked the questions out loud, trying to figure out what was next.
“Luthor’s footprints become untraceable after about 3 miles.  He kicked up a lot of dirt,” Butch frowned.  “Do we even know for certain flying is something that big dude can’t do?  Did Clark get away and Luthor chased him, or was it vice-versa... or did they go together?  Fuck!”

“Caretaker?  Any input?  They would have had to have about a day head start ahead of us from the looks…” Dave called into an earpiece communication device that let he and Butch talk to each other as well as their nurturing AI.  Before he could continue, the device squelched a high pitched noise, forcing himself and Butch to pull them away from their ears.  It was a slight shock but it was enough to distract both massive men for a second.

Both felt a wave of nausea and at the same time heard a sound but it was too late.  A figure burst out of the woods at a blinding speed behind Butch, and bringing powerful fists onto the shoulders of the massive twin from behind, driving him straight into the ground with a “THOOM!!”  As the unsteady ground broke beneath them, the attacker used Butch as leverage to jump free of the Butch-sized hole.  
“YEEEEEEAAAAHHHHHH!!! Fucking feel this power, baby!”  The guy wore a black shirt and shorts that hugged his body like a second skin, a gold chain gleaming tight around his neck, he grinned at Dave.  “Well that was easy.  One down, one to go,” He wasn’t huge but he looked ripped.   “Yeah, look at those changes…”
Dave was about to launch himself towards the Asshole, who was completely distracted by flexing his own bicep, but felt a tap on his shoulder from behind, spinning to see an incoming fist aimed straight at his face.  These guys were silent and fast; Dave tried to catch the fist mid-swing but it had so much power on it, all he could do is deflect it.  “Asshole #2 joins the battle,” Dave said, wondering if Butch was able to hear him with their newfound super hearing.  Asshole #2 was all muscle as well, shredding his own shirt, ripping from the power of the punch, a gold chain around his neck, same as the first guy.  Dave put his guard up but he was immediately kicked in his back by the first Asshole and flew into the open arms of Asshole #2.
 
Asshole #2 caught him in a bear hug, trapping both of Dave’s arms, trying his best to crush the massive Kryptonian.  Dave was bigger but this asshole was fucking STRONG, it had felt like he hit a wall.   ‘Is there an army of these Luthor-wanna-be’s…’ he started to think to himself until the guy started squeezing.  ‘Maybe…his… muscles… aren’t that small…’ Dave’s mind was racing, he knew the first guy was still here watching, circling, but he seemed content to let this second guy have Dave all to himself.  He tried to lift both of them up off the ground with his flight but he was anchored in place.

This guy was tall, taller than the first guy and Dave could feel the man’s striated muscles and veins digging into his own; this guy was a solid mass of granite.  The chain around his neck was almost glowing, did it have a greenish tint or was it gold coloring?  Dave focused, lowering his head and started to flex in a prelude to bring his arms up and break the hug.  Leaning over into Dave, the gold chain hit Dave's skin and a flash of searing heat felt like it would pull his skin if left too long touching him so he instinctively started to pull away.  The man’s grip tightened and he snapped his head forward, headbutting Dave.  He saw stars!  “What the fu…” he stopped and the look on Asshole #2’s face was a mad orgasmic grin, a dribble of blood coming out of a cut on the forehead but Dave could feel some blood starting to run down from his own forehead gash.   The man’s cock was grinding into his through his supersuit, he could feel it thickening up, it was big.  Another head butt to the face and Dave saw stars again.  The man dropped the hug suddenly but stayed right up on him, his body acting like a wall.  Before he could react, Asshole #1 grabbed Dave’s wrists and pulled his arms back while placing a boot in his back, this dude was trying to yank his arms out of the sockets!

Asshole #1 pulled hard on the huge arms, and he could feel Dave fighting back but he snorted, “My man, you are done!  Unless you WANT me to pop ‘em…” laughing, “hey Donnie, one more dose and we could probably rip ‘em right off!”  He had leverage on the ‘hero’ and seemed to be strong enough to hold him there, grinning, his senses acute enough to feel the sinew and bone start to give way on the massive Superman.  With a primal yell, using all his might, Dave started pulling his arms forward but the boot on his back pushed harder.   Without a warning, he released Dave’s arms and with one motion kicked him back into the waiting arms of the second Asshole, who now had a name.  “Hey there, big guy, let’s see how strong you really are,” who encompassed him again in a hug, pinning Dave’s aching arms to his sides.  

The ground rumbled underneath them and both assholes started shivering, Donnie arched his back and exhaled a shaky orgasmic breath almost letting Dave go.  Asshole #1 shouted behind him, “Fuck!  Right on time!”  

Dave could now start to feel Donnie actually growing around him as he was straining to break his bearhug.  He started rutting his cock on Dave, the steel pipe getting larger but being contained by the shorts.  The man’s skin was hard and striations were dancing creating what was an obvious erotic moment of orgasmic growth for Donnie.  All of Dave’s senses told him this guy was growing muscle and getting stronger somehow out of the blue.  Leaning forward, Donnie's chain touched Dave's skin and immediately, Dave felt it burn.
Donnie made an attempt to lift him up but Dave planted his feet firmly on the ground and wouldn’t budge.  He and his brother had never been manhandled and he was pissed.  
The ground exploded as a furious Butch flew up out of the hole a few yards away pausing in mid-air and looked around and down and shouted, “Hey!  Assholes!” 

Asshole #1 grinned  and gestured saying, “Get over here, pussyboy!” Butch dove at the guy but Asshole #1 was so quick to react; he had reared his fist back and met the flying Butch with everything he had, sending Butch across the wooded area in a crack and blur.  

Butch almost blacked out from the force of his abs folding around that fist, he couldn’t believe what was happening.  He sailed up through the air a fair distance, careening through tree trunks and flattening an area until he could stop his momentum.  
“Fucking punks!”  Butch was pissed.  That first sucker punch had driven him down fuck knows how far into the earth, he had really felt that.  He was still so new to his yellow sun-derived powers, it had only been a couple of hours since they had been even released from their tubes after undergoing almost dying and then remade…it was all disorienting.  Looking back towards where he thought the fight was, using his xray vision, ‘Son of a…,’ ran through his mind as Butch saw Dave being rag dolled in a bear hug by some muscle guy, Asshole #2 named Donnie?  He hoped Dave might be ok for another minute or two.
Thinking all this, gathering his thoughts as he started to bolt back, Asshole #1 didn’t wait this time, he had jogged along the destructive path and was closing in on Butch.  As soon as he got close, Butch ran to meet him and sunk his fist in gut of Asshole #1, sending him flying through the air.  He had to stop holding back, something was going on.  Flashing his xray vision again, he could still see Dave in the bear hug so he pushed up off the ground and flew back to Dave as fast as he could.

Dave felt trapped; Donnie was becoming even more muscular around him and he couldn’t get any leverage again to free himself.  The man was almost in a trance as his thick pipe of a cock spurted so much cum, it tore his pants, freeing the massive dick and slicking both of their torsos with the fountain.  Dave was able to break the hold in the moment of the guy’s shooting off but Donnie moved too fast, grabbing Dave by the neck and a leg and slamming him on the ground on his wide back with a <THOOM!>, his cock still spurting out a stream of semen.  Looking up at the Donnie, Dave realized the guy was solid, ripped muscle,  and extremely cut, but he was becoming more dense, his cock still spurting all over Dave, the only thing remaining on Donnie's body was the gleaming chain.  
He had a half second to think, ‘Gotta figure this out, rescue Clark…’ before Donnie let out a roar and smashed both fists down on Dave’s midsection. 

<KA-THOOM!>

It was like a bomb had gone off, the ground collapsed beneath them both and they fell into the destroyed underground structure.  Asshole #2 was almost crazed, he was straddling Dave the whole way down... Butch could hear the blow before he had reached the battle although he had seen everything, x-ray vision was handy as fuck.
Butch didn’t even get a chance to look in the new crater and Asshole #1 had returned in a quiet blur and was behind Butch, raising his arms to land both fists once again right down on surprised Butch’s shoulders, crashing them both through the crumbled hole in an ever expanding collapse of the already destroyed facility, falling below to what had to be a deep sublevel.  He had straddled Butch's shoulders the whole way down, both men hitting the bottom with a wet crunch of concrete and rebar.  Asshole #1 jumped on unmoving Butch's back, ripping off the new red cape and let out a “FUCK YYEEAAAAHHHH!  Now it’s time to have some fun.” 

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Dave thought he maybe blacked out for half a second but came to his senses with Donnie straddling his chest, pinning him face up.  The Asshole was naked, flexing, his cock still spurting a dribble of cum that he proceeded to smear cum on Dave’s mouth, covering part of Dave’s face with his balls, he still had a crazed look.
 
Pulling the foreskin back on the huge head, Donnie squeezed out what little cum was left, pinching the sweet fluid out.  He let it drip down on Dave’s lips.  “Take it bitch,” it was the first time Donnie had spoken and as he was stroking the cum off onto Dave, he was getting hard again from marking his new cunt.
 
He was rutting on Dave’s chest as he straddled him, pointing the iron hard cock at Dave’s mouth, rutting Dave’s face, too, trying to force his way past his lips.  Dave had both arms pinned on either side of Donnie's quads , straddling him.  The Asshole started forcing his cock into Dave’s mouth, wiping the leaking cockhead over his lips and face while rocking back and forth.
 
Pushing with his hips and holding Dave’s head up with one hand he punched him in the head a few times, “Suck this fucking cock, alien!”  Seeing stars again, Dave couldn’t fight it.  With a “Yesssss,” Donnie forced the huge cock past the lips and teeth, stretching Dave’s mouth while sinking as far in as he could go.  Pulling it back out from the warm tight spot, Asshole #2 moved his hips swinging the cock back and forth, batting Dave in the face and with a roar, he flexed over the pinned hero.
 
“Fuck yeah, I just beat a superman’s ass,” and with that he leaned forward and started brutally fucking Dave’s face.
 
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In another part of the destroyed structure, Asshole #1 turned Butch over with a kick in his side, flipping him into a shallow pool of water collected from broken, spurting water pipes.  He was on him before Butch could think about putting up a fight.  “Sounds like Donnie is having some fun, how about we have some fun, too.  I know you can’t drown but it might just soften you up a little more for this,” he said as he started stroking his huge dick in Butch’s face straddling Butch’s chest facing him, the water didn’t come up to the Asshole’s shoulders but Butch was fully submerged.  “Man, they told me the process was instantaneous but they did not say it would want to make me fuck for hours.  Laying his huge balls across Butch’s face, Asshole #1 said “Sounds like Donnie is giving your bro the business, how about we conduct a little business of our own.”
 
Butch tried getting some leverage or push up, hell, or even flying out of here.  He was stuck tight.  Asshole #1 just purred, “Ohhhh, yeah, love it when you fight,” and rubbed his huge sack all over Butch’s face.  He could see the cock starting to lengthen and thicken and his super-hearing was telling him that what had happened to Dave on the other side of some rubble, was getting ready to happen to him.  “It’s only fair that I show you how much I appreciate what you boys have done for us.”

Butch’s mind started racing.  Asshole #1 saw the look of confusion on Butch’s face, “Aww buddy, don’t be mad, would it make you feel better if you worshipped a real Super Man’s cock; yeah it’ll prolly make you feel better.  We saw the video of you, your little Kryptonian boytoy, and your twin brother getting it on.  Boy, you gonna be begging for my cock in a few minutes,”  Butch could see the meat getting big.  
 
“Yeah, you and your bro… and me and my buddy… are going to have a little more fun before we get down to business.”  Asshole #1’s cock reached what Butch hoped was it’s full mast.  Forching his fingers into Butch’s mouth, he opened it up as wide as he could, shoving most of the entire length down the Kryptonian’s throat, “don’t mean to rush but Donnie got a head start, have ta catch up.”  The Asshole grabbed Butch by the hair so he could get a better angle and began to piston fuck his throat.

 

 

[superkappa]

@gsobrave Thank you so much for the reworked chapter 10!

I look forward to reading more of this fantastic story!

[Ro20316]

the twins are in deep trouble.- Those two got the same serum Lex's dad gotand now he is almost invincible.