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The clone was as dumb as an ox, but that was to be expected with domesticated animals. Obedience nuked brain cells. When the creature had been germinating in its pod, the development team had been extremely concerned about it achieving any level of independence. It had been made to follow all of Lex’s commands, delivered verbally or by gesture, and it performed exactly as designed. But Lex couldn’t prompt it to take a continuous action, such as punching Superman in the face until it was reduced to a pulp. It had no free thought at all. Lex had to call every hit. It was an annoyance, particularly when he had the beast suck his cock.
“0-S” sent it to its knees. It was a late night, and the LuthorCorp observation room was empty save for them. With Ultraman’s back to the glass, Lex could look out over his city as he undid his belt and pulled out his cock. New acquisitions put more of it in his pocket every day, and what better way to celebrate than by plundering the replica of the mouth he most despised?
Lex impatiently tore off the clone’s head covering, revealing that hated face. It sat docilely through the rough treatment, delivering not even a hard look Lex’s way. Lex pried its mouth open with his thumb. After he withdrew it, it stayed hanging open, the pink tongue resting over the top of its teeth.
Lex fed his cock into its mouth. It was warm and nicely wet. There was no tension in it. The creature let Lex’s cock stretch out its mouth and didn’t try to spit it out or suck it in.
“1-S,” Lex commanded, and the dumb beast finally moved. It sank its mouth down to the root, closed its lips tight, and drew up to the head. “1-S,” Lex had to say to make it repeat the motion instead of hanging loose-lipped off his cock head. “1-S, 1-S, 1-S, 1-S…” Lex’s pet bobbed its head over and over again, pulling its tight, slick, silky lips up his shaft. Lex groaned in pleasure… and the sensation abruptly stopped when the groan interrupted his recital.
Lex growled in frustration. Unfortunately, the clone was too stupid to tremble in fear of Lex’s temper. Lex pulled his cock from its slack lips and slapped the clone in the face with it. The impact didn’t make it so much as blink. At least the sound it made was satisfying: a nice, loud, wet smack. Lex delivered a few more hits to one smooth cheek, then the other. The alien skin didn’t turn red from the blows, but it got wet. Spit and precome marked where the creature had been hit. The mess got into the loose, dangling strands of its hair as well.
The sight was satisfying, especially against the backdrop of the cityscape. If only all of Metropolis could see their beloved hero this way: a drooling receptacle for his cock.
Lex pumped his cock, spreading what spit remained. He rocked forward and dipped his balls into the alien’s slack mouth. He ground in with the hips, dragging his sack through its lips. “3-S,” he ordered, and it drew the nuts into its mouth, sucked hard, and released. It resumed its default position: passively open, accepting the balls stuffed into it without a reaction.
“Do you like the taste, you fucking mutt? 3-S. Gargle my balls, you fucking—3-S—alien bitch. Take a nice long—3-S—slurp.”
Its eyes stared vacantly forward. There was no intelligence there; it was too dim to understand its own debasement.
“4-S,” Lex said, and it dragged its tongue up the underside of his shaft. “6-S,” and it licked his full length again, but this time it swirled its tongue when it got to his cock head. Lex enjoyed the sight of his cock gliding over the flat of its tongue even more than the touch. The pathetic creature slobbered on his cock with just a word from him. “2-S.” The pink lips pursed around his fat tip and suckled it.
Lex wrapped the long hair around his fist and slammed his cock into that unresisting hole. He fucked it hard and fast, his balls bouncing off the mutt’s chin. He was going to give that sanctimonious face the treatment it deserved. At least it kept its mouth hanging open without Lex having to remind it. He was able to pound it without pause. Spit flew from the creature’s lips and dripped down its front as he fucked it. Lex could see his cock swell as it passed back and forth between those lips, rendering them nothing more than his personal cock-polishers.
Lex buried his cock completely, lodging it in the alien’s throat. He ground his pelvis into the creature’s mashed lips. “Not so superior now, are you, Superman?” Lex grunted. He pulled its head back and forth by the hair. He used its throat like a sleeve to stroke off into, never fully removing his cock from it. It was a burning hot, tight squeeze, but the deep throat-fucking was missing the sounds of choking. There was no struggle to breathe from the beast, and there wouldn’t be unless Lex stopped up its throat for an hour. He had no interest in delaying his gratification that long.
“25-S,” Lex grunted while he thrust, and the clone began to cry on command. It would have been better accompanied by gagging and desperate gasping, but Lex made do. Its eyes turned red, and its thick eyelashes clumped as fat tears rolled down its cheeks. Some rolled inward, around the nose, and dripped into the corners of its mouth, onto Lex’s thick shaft. Lex groaned and drove his cock, wetted with tears, harder down its throat.
“5-S,” Lex ordered, and his creation swallowed around his cock, the powerful muscles in its throat pulling sweetly on him. “5-S, 5-S, 5-S,” Lex repeated over and over again as he neared his completion. He groaned, and the rhythm was abruptly broken. “5-S, damn you!” Lex barked. He glared down at the top of its head as its throat contracted around him once again. He was buried so deeply within it that Lex’s groin was indented by the creature’s nose. Lex was annoyed that the tip of it didn’t mash against him instead, and he was annoyed that he would have a bruise there later. He wished that he had pubes; he would have liked to see the alien rub its face in them. “5-S,” he said, but that wouldn’t be enough to make him come anymore. “9-S.” It cupped his balls and rolled them in its big hand. “5-S, 9-S. 5-S, 9-S. 5-S, 9-S…”
Lex yanked viciously on its hair, pulled out, and came all over its face. Seeing that face covered in his spunk gave him more pleasure than a simple orgasm ever could, and his second spurt hit much harder, splashing back. The alien didn’t blink when it sprayed into its eyes. Lex’s come followed the tear tracks as it dripped down its cheeks.
Lex’s body thrummed triumphantly. “1-S,” he said, and the mutt drew on his cock, sucking the last drops from it. “13-S,” Lex said, and it swallowed what it had in its mouth, its breath turning musky from it. Lex pulled his cock from its lips. A drop of come transferred from the corner of its mouth when he did. “4-S,” and the creature licked it off. “That’s right, suck it clean, you filthy beast.”
Ultraman sat and stared at him. The sight of its ruined face kept Lex’s cock hard. He gripped himself around the base and dragged his cock head through the mess on its cheek, collecting a fat wad on his tip. He stuck it back in his pet’s mouth and commanded, “2-S,” and then it did suck him clean.
“17-S.” The clone stuck its tongue out. It extended nearly to its chin. Lex bounced his cock off of the slick muscle as he jerked himself. The places where his come was thinnest were beginning to dry out and crust on the skin. Lex fisted its hair and pulled hard on the scalp—if it were possible to pull out the thing’s hair, he would have—and rammed his cock in and out of its mouth. He stroked himself off against the plush tongue, pushing hard enough for its teeth to nearly cut into the underside.
He came again, this time shooting ropes up the tongue and into the wide-open mouth. Lex squeezed himself dry, until he pulsed without spitting up even a drop of come and his body buzzed with satisfaction. He lifted his spit-shined cock from the creature’s lolling tongue and took a step back to observe it. The inside of its mouth was painted white. Lex hadn’t told it to swallow, so it let Lex’s spunk drip down its tongue and ooze over its lips. Its expression was perfectly placid. There was no awareness in its eyes that it had been used, that it was Lex’s inferior, that it was Lex’s on-demand come dumpster. There was no humiliation, no despair, no defeat.
Lex twisted his fist and slammed Ultraman’s face into the glass. The whole room reverberated with the impact. Lex snarled and ground the passive beast against the window, smearing the come to streaks.
Lex shoved its head away from him. He put his cock away and refastened his pants. “30-S,” he snapped. His creature began to clean the soiled glass with its tongue.
Lex left it to it. If the dumb animal wasn’t meticulous with its cleaning, there would be someone else to scrub it clean before he was back tomorrow.