Smallville: The Betrayal (mm anal bond celeb fant rape scifi)

Disclaimer. This is a work of fiction based loosely on a television show. The author in no way condones rape or torture. If these themes offend you, or you are under 18 you have no business reading this.

If these themes appeal then I hope you enjoy To Marco, per request. I hope you like it. I had never seen Smallville, and hope it meets your expectations.

Part 1

It was hard not to stare. It's not that the jeans were improperly tight. After all Clark was just a corn-fed, all-American boy, not the kind of guy who would wear anything intentionally suggestive. The fact that he was unaware of his sex appeal was even more of a turn-on than if he were in a muscle shirt.

But the way those thick calves and upper thighs strained at the seams, the way that solid round ass moved and rubbed against the constricting fabric worn light at the apex of the curve as it walked down the hallway was hypnotizing. Lex knew he should avert his gaze before his riveted trance would betray his malicious longing ... longing... ooh but just a few more moments...

"Mr. Luthor... MR LUTHOR! Mr. Luthor, um... sorry, would you sign these invoices for me?" His receptionist was looking at him uncomfortably, or was that simply his paranoia? Did she suspect? She was only a minion. What did he care? He signed and she floated out of sight.

Lex turned his gaze back to Clark who had bent to reach a file from a lower drawer. The ass in a fuller more inviting position "Soon, my golden boy...soon that denim will not protect that from me."

Clark was working for Lex to earn money for the year off between high School and college. His family, as always was struggling, and with sickening predictability Clark was dong the right thing, instead of taking off to seek fame and fortune. Lex had watched this Boy Scout excel at everything he turned his hand to, while Lex who enjoyed every advantage had never received praise for all the work he had done to keep his father's empire growing.

It was even worse working with him closely. When looking into those blue eyes, it was hard to conduct a casual, workplace conversation. If Clark had any idea what he wanted to do to him, he'd be a dead man. But now he knew that Clark enjoyed one great and secret advantage. No wonder he was always the strongest the fastest the best. And he knew that Clark also had a weakness, just as secret.

He had watched, from within his unnaturally pasty self this small town hero grow--no, ripen--into an irresistible and maddeningly modest stud, out of school and managing his own life he now moved with a more assured manly poise. He had watched and nurtured a friendship, and waited, and now it was time to reap this juicy harvest.

"Clark I need to talk to you." The budding super-hero returned, so hard to look into those melting blue eyes and still speak coherently. "Clark, we had an intruder last night. Some of Luthor Industry's most sensitive material has been stolen. We've traced it to a cave outside of town."

"Have you called the police?"

"Clark," he placed a confidential hand on the broad shoulder, the steely delts turning his knees to water. "As a matter of national security, the existence of this equipment has to be kept completely confidential. We can't have the. We're playing in the big leagues now, my friend. I'm going out tonight to see what I can salvage."

The dark eyebrows furrowed with suspicion. "Why me?"

"Come on Clark, we've known each other too long to play this game. You're the only one I can trust, and we both know that you have displayed certain unusual abilities. I don't want to put you in harm's way, but this is important. You're my only real friend, and I need you."

Of course he would agree, that's what heroes did--and that's how you snared them.

Part 2

Clark, of course, knows this cave. It is as familiar as a womb, where he was first planted in this new earth. The airless late September night makes the cavern dank and humid. How could the thieves have discovered what was so well hidden? Before entering, his x-ray vision can make out alien shapes within the cave, large boxes and tables, but he senses no other life forms. How could they not be guarding their valuable stash?

He motions Lex to follow with his flashlight, and they enter. In the center of the room is a large glass tube that resembles somehow an old fashioned phone booth connected to some sort of console by a ventilation system with a series of buttons inside, also a series of benches, some of which have manacles connected to them. Looking at them fills him with a prescient dread.

"What were you working on Lex, animal testing?"

Lex ignores him. "Thank god it's still here and intact."

A strange hissing sound comes from inside the tube, suddenly a large steel band drops around it. "Shit! They've rigged it... Clark, that's a bomb. Unless I can get inside and hit the release button, that'll destroy the whole town." He rushes to the tube but cannot lift the band, an electric charge send him backwards across the room and flat out on the floor.

"Lex, are you all right?"

"Just go, there's no time! The release button is the red one on the upper left."

Clark wastes no time, even for him the band is heavy. Charges shoot out from it, but his strength is able to withstand them and finally lift the band. He opens the tube, steps inside and quickly hits the button. The noise stops for a moment. The band swings back into place, and a new hissing sound begins as a green gas fills the tube. He bangs against the glass but is shocked to find his immense strength failing him as the dry vapor fills his lungs. His head begins to swim in an unnaturally green sea; green fills his head, his lungs, his nostrils, every orifice seems to suck in this green, choking him. He claws at his throat, ripping the threadbare t-shirt open to reveal a creamy smooth chest. The liquefying gas seems to swirl his mind his strength, his will down into himself, down, down into his cock, which swells painfully hot. His burning loins seem to now control his entire being. He feebly slaps his hand against the glass.

"L-Lex... help me," he gasps as he slumps against the side of the booth. Through heavy lids, he is confused to see a very calm Lex smiling at him through the glass.

"Don't worry Clark. I'll help you with that." He opens the door of the booth as the helpless youth slumps to the floor. Gently, Lex lifts him onto his feet against a T-shaped bench that reaches the height of his shoulder blades. He leans the youth backward painfully expanding the powerful chest upwards to the ceiling. He stretches the muscular arms along the top and closes the top and closes the manacles attached at the ends around the wrists.

"Poor Clark, it looks like the meteor rock gas disagreed with you. My research indicates that it places all of your strength and will entirely in you cock and leaves you weak and helpless." Leaning over his catch he lovingly runs his fingers through the soft raven hair caressing the boyish cheek.

"L-Lex...whaa..?"

"Ssshhhhhh. Here, drink this. It will help."

Where did the glass raised to his lips come from? Lex was his friend; Lex was helping him. He drank.

"Good boy."

The spinning sensation became stronger. It was liquid meteor rock. "L-Lex..why?"

"Why?" With one tug, the remaining T-shirt is ripped away to reveal the bulging pectorals and rippling six pack abs. Although his face retains something of an angelic innocence, since leaving high school, Clark has grown from the thin and beautiful, thin, youth into the physical image of masculine perfection. It irritates his captor that this image of Nietzche's ideal Ubermensch, should come from off world and not from the human race. He would punish the beauty for that as well.

Lex lewdly runs his hands over this writhing flesh-scape, cruelly pinching the tender rosy nipples and lovingly lowering his face, parting those, too pretty full red lips with a thick burrowing tongue into a lingering kiss. "A lot of people like me spend their lives dreaming about how it would feel to rape the hometown hero. But you know me Clark, I'm not the kind of guy who just dreams about things. You gotta make your dreams happen."

Trembling with years of pent-up anticipation, he removes the clinging blue jeans to reveal, as he had hoped, snowy tighty whiteys constraining a massive bulge the top of which was already stained with heroic precum from the tip already peeking out from above the waistband. His information indicated that the kryptonite would have this effect on the victim, but he hadn't dared hope. He lowers his slobbering mouth over the strained fabric, licking and sucking until the thin white cloth becomes nearly translucent over the mouth-watering cock imprisoned within it.

"Clark? Cla--ark? Can you hear me? I hope you can hear me. You're about to be naked now, naked and in my power."

Through the meteor mist, Clark feels himself exposed to the will of his captor and hears a soft protesting moan escape his lips. Music to the ears of the new villain.

"Considering the amount of meteor rocks you've ingested so far. These next precautions are superfluous, but I don't like to take any chances. I consider them decoration. These manacles are made from meteor rock alloy." He feels tight cuffs around his wrists. "As are these pins. My research team is calling the active ingredient in these rocks 'Kryptonite,' and I have made quite a few toys from it for us to play with tonight."

"Aaaaaagh" A sharp pain pierces his left nipple and another in the right. Lex stands back to admire the greenish metal piercing, the sweet, now bleeding pink nipples.

"Now this may sting a bit as well, but we need to collect some of your vital juices for our research." He reaches in between the heavily muscled legs and pulls out a long tube with curved fang like nipples at the ends.

"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Clark's scream echoes off of the walls of the cave as the needles sink into his tender balls. As his tormentor flips a switch on the side of the bench, he feels an intense sucking from the device latched to his balls. Clark feels his friend's hands pull and tug on his skewered tits and his hot mouth kissing his spasming belly. He feels his achingly stiff member enclosed in the hungry prison of Lex's mouth, which struggles to contain all of the massive growing meat without gagging. The copious precum collecting in his mouth tastes of salt and power.

Clark feels his friends hands roam freely over his betrayed body, twisting at his pierced nipples, the machine relentlessly sucking on his skewered balls, all the while Lex, whom he trusted, devouring his throbbing cock. Intense waves of pain and pleasure roll from his swimming brain, down past his burning pecs, into his groin and finally exploding into the insatiable tubes and his mentor's hungry mouth as he falls into an exhausted swoon.

Part 3

Working hard to keep his own pounding heart from his throat and breathe normally, Lex stood back to survey the flawless superhero slumped, at his mercy, within glowing kryptonite bonds. The tubing was still sucking pure power from the pierced balls.

"You are mine... and now for the main course."

He released the passed out captive from the relentless sucking tube and constricting bonds and knelt to catch the falling deadweight of his prisoner over one shoulder, and stood to adjust to the limp burden. Although he had admired it, stuffed into many jeans, and shorts over his developing years he had never actually seen Clark's ass... and this is how he had always dreamt of witnessing its glory for the first time. He had a full-length mirror placed in the cave for this purpose, as he turned to finally realize his dream, his mouth went dry, and he nearly stopped breathing all together. It surpassed his wildest imagination.

Here he was, bald, white Lex, who could never live up to his father's expectations... and look Daddy... I can have anything... I have Superman.

Resting helplessly over his shoulder was the most beautiful ass he had ever seen, naked, perfect, steely mounds, of dimpled muscle draped over his inferior frame and enclosed by his black-sleeved arm encircling the massive upper thighs. Luscious and inviting as juicy spring peaches, arched in unwilling submission, bent to his will, the limp limbs swinging slightly with Lex's movements.

"Oh Clark, you can't even conceive what I've been planning for this over these long years."

He carried his precious load to yet another hellish devise, a hollow three-stepped platform, the apex of which had a hole in the center over a lethal looking machine, which contained tubes and hooks, and shackles at each corner on the two lower steps. He gently laid his captive face down over the device, affectionately inserting the cock into the hole at the top. He had not anticipated its thickness and should have made it wider, and once again, with relish, he shackled Clark's powerful limbs in place. He knelt to face his prize, pulled the slumbering head up by the soft raven hair and slapped a cheek.

"Clark!!! Clark!!! Come on, wake up... come on."

"Unnnnghhhh wha.... oummmnng..."

"That's it good boy... I really need you to be awake to experience this. I'm going to fuck you now... and I need you to feel it. "

"N-N-Nnnnnnoo..."

"Don't worry, using a kryptonite drug, I have arranged it so that you won't remember any of this, and that I can do this again whenever I feel like... you'll never know"

"Hmmmmmmm..." Lex's tongue invaded the soft mouth.

"Now, let's have you hooked up good," he said and turned his attention to the complicated machinery under the bench.

"AAAAAGGHHHHHHH!" screamed Clark as Lex reattached the ballsucking tubes and wound a small kryptonite ring too tightly above the balls turning them a dark blue, another pumping vacuum tube docked snugly over the shaft. Two more sucking vacuum tubes enclosed painfully over his erect pierced nipples. An awakening Clark felt himself milked relentlessly, every scrap of power drained into the machine. He cannot understand why his dick has remained rigid after such a recent explosion.

Lex once again surveyed his ghoulish handiwork. A young superhero bound in a humiliating ass up position, lewdly milked from every appendage by the tentacles of his infernal machine. He knelt again, as in a church before the ripe waiting mounds of muscle the focus of his fetish. Reverently, he enclosed the blue balls exposed in-between the spread legs in his hungry mouth, biting slightly to encourage a frightened moan and then upward, past the most secret of places the perineum, and finally finding the twitching tender brown pucker... teasing around the rim at first, greedily nibbling away at the tender black shoots of hair that surround the heavenly gate, and finally plunging into the tiny rosebud opening.

"UUUUUuuaaaaaaooooooo mmmm nnnoo nooooo..."

Clark tried to squirm away from the disgusting, moist, snake exploring his most vulnerable place, but the milking tubes and bonds only force the cleft deeper onto the face of his traitorous friend. Lex had intended to enjoy this longer but after nearly an hour of slurping at the moist tunnel, he could bear the ache in his loins no longer. He stood stock still for a moment, his long dripping rod casting a shadow over the writhing glutes, enjoying the moment of menacing threat.

"N-nooo, Lex please... don't!"

"Shhhh shhh Clark. This is going to happen... but keep pleading. Beg me for mercy... it's making me hard."

Then, abandoning his affectionate care for his friend. He now wanted to hurt to inflict pain. He stabbed his aching member mercilessly into the virgin opening.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Clark could actually see the pain sear into his center as his ruined asshole was ripped open by his friend's pillaging dick. The muscles of the sphincter shocked into opening painfully attempt to close into normal shape around the huge invader. Tears well into his eyes, as he unsuccessfully attempts to retain control, under the ministrations of the frantically milking tubes and pistoning thrusts of his false friend. He felt a buzzing ache once again singe the base of his cock up toward the lower shaft.

This was not only sex. This was revenge... no punishment. Every brutal thrust was a punishment.

Punishment... for his superior strength... *THRUST*

Punishment... for his relentless virtue... *THRUST*

Punishment... for the universal admiration he received even from Lex's father... *THRUST*

Punishment... most of all, for his beauty *THRUST*THRUST*THRUST*THRUST*THRUST*

"Unngh unnn ooompf unnng..." were the only rhythmic response from the helpless stud.

The scream drove Lex into an even deeper frenzy; the delicious moans and grunts enclosed his dick into an excruciating ecstasy. "Yeah... scream for me Clark... I'm raping you.... I AM RAPING SUPERMAANN!!"

Good and evil, yin and yang, hero and villain are always linked locked in eternal conflict. The two men explode into ropey spurts of cum simultaneously as one, both screaming in rapture and pain. As Clark finally fell into merciful blackness, Lex fell on top of the wide sweat soaked back of his conquest in joyful exhaustion.

"Look Daddy, I have raped Superman."

Carefully, he cleaned his friend's hunky body, licking away the mixture of blood and semen that oozed from the ruined super hole. He knew that the mixture of kryptonite and rugs forced into the youth would prevent him from remembering this ordeal and would also allow Lex a way to call him under his control at will... from time to time. He had read the prophecies of the cave and understood that both had destinies to fulfill. Again assuming his favorite position of sleeping hero over his shoulder, he carried the sleeping nude slave secretly back to his home and bedroom. Tucking the ravished stud safely into his own bed, he once more kissed the too pretty red lips.

"Goodnight Clark, my friend... until we meet again."

END

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