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Lex had Superman exactly where he wanted him, kneeling on all fours before him wearing nothing but the upper layer of his costume and his signature red boots. His cape was draping over his side, dragging on the floor as he stumbled, crawling closer to Lex as he occasionally knelt on it. It hadn't taken Lex long to get out of prison; even at his lowest he still had connections and influence, driven almost purely through the humiliation he felt at the hands of Superman and the paws of his stupid mutt.
The instructions had been clear: Lex wanted him still in his suit, visually Superman but bare below the waist so he could see the tail of the vibrating butt plug sway with every movement. The walls around the two men hummed on and off with a green tint, rendering the alien powerless and to his will. However, it was not constant with its exposure to truly cause harm; Lex had it timed perfectly to simply keep the alien in a weakened, depowered state.
It had been days of this with Lex sitting on his lavish armchair, body hunched forward, resting on his mobility aid. A cane that was for the time being a necessity and a visual reminder to Superman of just how much damage he and that dog had caused. Lex's entire focus was purely on him, watching intently, relishing in the sight before him.
Superman's brow knitted, stomach tensing as he stumbled once more, the simple act of moving difficult due to the intermittent kryptonite exposure and the feel of the vibrating plug inside him as he moved. The fluffy faux fur tail tickled the back of his thighs, his chin dripping with spit from the dog-bone mouth gag he was sporting, silencing him. A constant reminder of just truly how debased he was at the hands of Lex in this very moment.
"Aww, is this too much for the great Superman?" Lex wanted him to struggle, wanted him to feel unstable; he wanted him degraded.
Crawling had been all Lex had asked him to do today, to walk to and from him for what felt like hours. The stimulation of the plug, the constant hum of it vibrating and rubbing against his prostate, had left him rock hard and dribbling strings of precum, desperate for any reprieve. His inner thighs were sticky from where it had gathered, the strands glistening under the light.
Each time he reached the seated man, he bowed his head at his shiny dress shoes, desperate for this to be the last lap, until he was ultimately ordered to turn around once more. At first when he had approached Lex, they had maintained intense eye contact, but long had the fight gone from Superman, his body tired and overworked. Lex wanted this; he wanted him worn out.
Sure, Lex knew this wasn't purely psychological; he did find himself watching with lust at the way the tail wagged between Superman's sizeable ass. Admiring the plumpness of its jiggle as the plug rubbed in just that perfect way, causing him to spill more from his throbbing neglected cock as his body shivered and he whined around the gag. His eyes wet with tears of exhaustion intermittently trailing down his face to the wetness of his spit-covered chin.
Lex had ordered him to make sure his thighs were spread, and his posture firm, particular to a point, so that he was not able to rub his erection against anything. He wanted him to be obedient, swaying firmly in the air with each movement.
The loss of Ultraman by the hands of Superman had left him pining for someone just as devoted. Lex had debated on producing another, but why waste time and money on another clone when he could have the real thing?
After a few more laps between Lex and the furthest adjacent wall, he broke the silence.
"Enough." Lex had waited until Superman was at the furthest distance possible, so even now that he knew he was done, he would still have to make one final stretch back. Shaky in his movements as he approached the seated man, head bowed once more as he rested it at his feet, beyond exhausted.
"Good boy." Superman hated how those words made him feel, how they made him yearn for his approval. Lex had taken absolute pleasure in humiliating him, and yet here he was, desperate for any of his affections. Arching his back even more so than his face-down position already made him.
Lex leaned forward, hand ruffling Superman's hair like you would a dog, before resting it softly against his face. Superman leaned into the touch, eyes still wet as he dared to lift his head to meet the other man's eyes. He could feel as the hand moved behind his head, unbuckling the bone-shaped gag, causing it to fall to the floor below them with a thump, glossy with his saliva.
Superman wiggled his jaw, taking small pleasure in simply being able to close his mouth again. So caught up in willing the ache away that he didn't notice Lex's leg moving between his own until he felt the top of Lex's expensive leather shoe. The smooth material trapping his cock between Lex’s shoe and his own body, causing him to cry out.
Having only had the sway of his cock in the air for reprieve as he crawled on all fours, the pressure of the shoe had almost been too much to bear. Wanting nothing more than to allow himself to lean into it and spill, but knowing deep down this was another test from Lex, so no matter how badly he wanted to rub against it, he stayed still.
Lex's eyes were burning into him, watching his every expression, challenging him to defy him. He was a mess; sweat dripped down from his messy dark hair while he panted heavy breaths, eyes clenched shut, trying his best to behave. The lack of challenge evidence of Superman's submission, content enough with the alien below him to remove the pressure of his foot, planting it back on the floor, the black shoe now even more shiny with Superman's precum.
"Clean my shoe like the dog you are, and I might let you finish." It was insane to allow himself to be spoken to and treated like this by Lex, and yet he didn’t hesitate, eagerly lowering his head to run his tongue along the expensive leather shoe. There was a part of him that truly enjoyed this, relishing in having no responsibilities beyond whatever Lex decided for the day, pushing him to his lowest and producing the most unabashed pleasure.
Superman didn't stop cleaning his shoe until Lex decided it was enough, clicking his fingers as a signal and gaining his full hazy-eyed attention. The two of them knew this dance and knew there was only one way he was allowed to relieve himself, and he was so eagerly awaiting the gesture.
Lex smirked at him, loving what he had moulded Superman into, watching as the alien gave him his full attention before he gave him the signal. A single finger curling in a 'come here' motion.
Superman immediately moved forward, resting his head in Lex's lap as he humped against his leg like a dog. Lex hummed a contented noise as he moved his hand down the expanse of his back, yanking his cape to the side and grasping at the fluffy tail of the butt plug and tugging on it, producing a moan from his lap.
The feel of the plug inside him being pulled did not dissuade him from his thrusts, only disturbing his rhythm as Lex continued to pull on the tail, making the plug inside him rub deliciously against his prostate as he thrust desperately. The expensive grey fabric of Lex’s pants glided against his cock, darkening the material with each bead of precum.
With each pull Lex moved the plug further out, catching it against the rim of his hole but releasing it before it could fully exit, watching intently as Superman hole sucked it back in each time. The shuddering breaths from the head in his lap, danced against his own erection. The alien’s face rubbing against it as he repeated this motion like a game until he could tell Superman could take no more. Knowing it was ultimately too much for his tired depowered body and making sure the next pull of the plug pulled further than he had previously allowed, causing it to pop out fully with an audible noise.
Superman came as it did, groaning in his lap, his whole-body shuddering in orgasm against Lex's leg as his cock pulsed his load against him. Lex let out a gust of laughter as he let go of the tail, discarding it on the floor as he moved his hand to rest in Superman's hair, petting him for allowing himself to be truly what he truly was. Not a god from above but a desperate dog craving his attention.
He allowed his pet a moment of rest before he unzipped himself, pulling his own erection from his pants, his spare hand still in Superman’s hair. Lex knew he could command him to take his cock in his mouth or could even ask Superman to get him to completion through licks alone, but the sight of him beyond exhaustion in his lap was sufficient enough.
Breathing heavily from his nose as he worked his length in his hand, he could feel the alien’s catching breath against the skin of his cock. Observing Superman as he turned his head slightly in his lap, those blue eyes catching his own in an intimately familiar way. It was enough to make Lex furrow his own brow as he succumbed to orgasm, spilling thick lines of his own spend, wetting his fisted hand and falling on the face of his pet.
The room was silent except for the gentle hum of the green walls around them and their shared breath, working in tandem. Allowing himself to live in this moment for a short moment before presenting his soiled hand to Superman expectantly, watching proudly as the alien began to lick up his seed and take his fingers into his mouth.
“Good boy.”