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Clark exhaled. His breath was hot in his plugged mouth. His cock ached between his legs. He tried to squeeze his thighs together, but the cuffs were too secure. He tried again anyway, craving stimulation. He would’ve happily fucked against something: a blanket, a hand. Even a shoe. But instead, there was nothing.
“I assumed this would be a confrontation. But you can’t understand anything that’s happening, can you?”
Clark blinked his eyes open. Lex Luthor smiled at him. He was wearing a lab coat and nitrile gloves. In his hands was a piercing gun; the tip of it glowed ominously green.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”
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Or, Superman becomes Lex Luthor's personal plaything.
Series
- Part 1 of The Fall of Superman