Superman's Sunday (IV)

At lunchtime, Superman is still not done with the role playing, since both Blue Boy and Yellow Boy are such easy victims. As Red Boy serves him lunch, the two "bad slaves" crouch under the table as dogs at the feet of their master. They are given some raw chow from a can, which they have to eat not using any cutlery or even their hands. Every now and then, Superman kicks their butts or presses their faces with his feet into the pet dish. Using his attendants in this way has become something of a standard entertainment in his spare time, which he enjoys more and more. In his mind, he sometimes gets strange ideas of humiliating these manservants in even more severe ways, although they are extremely loyal and dedicated to him. He has never met humans more accepting of his demands and willing to grant all his wishes, even those he didn't fully understand himself, being an 100%-straight man raised by decent folk.

Before ending the game and getting clean and dressed for his afternoon appointment with Lois, just for the fun of it, Superman orders his "bad slaves" to pile on each other over the table. With his strong hands, he grabs Yellow Boy by his hips and hair and shoves the young man's ass over his erect manhood. After a while he hurls the heavily moaning attendant onto the floor and seizes Blue Boy to continue fucking him with even more vigor, his buttocks still red from the severe whipping. Superman commands him to beg his "master" to fuck him even harder, and thank him for being granted the final cum load of today's game. Pushing the boy's anus over his manhood makes his erection even firmer, until he ejaculates with a strong set of thrusts, shooting what feels as a gallon of semen into the servile attendant's rectum. Still leaking cum all over the kitchen floor, Superman orders Yellow Boy to lick the spilled substance from the floor and off Blue Boy's butt, while Red Boy wipes his boss' receding penis before bringing his afternoon clothes.

  (About little private games like this, his girlfriend Lois is obviously never to be informed. Some personal manly habits are simply not suitable for a lady to get acquainted with. Superman often has Lois' body on his mind, imagining her full breasts and curved behind, and he doesn't admit to himself the affection he has developed for his boys, who he can use in any way he likes without having to ask for it. Later on, as Lois welcomes her lover, she inquires on the way he has spent his morning. "Not much", Clark replies in a nonchalant manner. "The usual stuff. Read some magazines, did some exercise. A man has to keep fit, you know." As Lois looks at Superman's strong hands and strokes his muscular breast, she asks: "You know you're the only one for me, don't you? Do you ever think of settling down and start a family?" Superman isn't sure he will be able to make Lois understand that her body is just too delicate to receive his manhood.  In a serious tone of voice Superman replies: "Baby, you must understand, Metropolis needs me..." Nobody in their right mind can claim that the life of a superhero is in any way easy, especially that of Superman's).