“Leave us.”

Heavy footsteps sounded on the imported marble tile and the door snicked shut. The setting sun cast golden rays through the tinted wall of glass into the spacious, tastily decorated office. The city spread beyond the windows as far as the eye could see, waiting for a firm hand to take control.

“You’ll never get away with this.”

“Not as long as I still stand.”

“Really? Then, I guess I’ve already won.” Devilicus walked over and circled around his kneeling nemesis. “You’re not standing, are you?”

Warrior Angel glared at Devilicus and tugged at the twist tie pinning his hands behind his back. Devilicus had removed the tacky wings from Warrior Angel’s uniform, which had also seen better days. Rips and burn marks slashed the purple unitard from their latest battle, exposing Warrior Angel’s bare skin and one pale pink nipple.

Devilicus laughed evilly, bent at the waist, and whispered in Warrior Angel’s ear. “In 1832, Guardian Senator William Learner Marcy said ‘to the victors belong the spoils.’ Guess what you are?”

Warrior Angel jerked his head away. “I’ll never submit to you.”

“Not even for old time’s sake?” Devilicus straightened and stroked Warrior Angel’s jaw. “I seem to recall you begging to be my bitch in the past, Callum King.”

“We all make mistakes,” Warrior Angel said scornfully. “I was stupid to hook up with the likes of you.”

Devilicus clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes. “Stupidity seems to be your calling card. And now you’re mine to do with what I see fit.”

“I shall,” Devilicus pried open Warrior Angel’s jaw, “and I shall enjoy every second of it.”

Warrior Angel’s eyes grew large when he realized what Devilicus meant to do and he struggled at his bonds. Devilicus chortled maliciously, removed his red unitard, wrapped his hand around his cock, and—

“Lex! Stop playing with your toys and come to the office.”

–broke it right off.

Lex Luthor glowered at the intercom on the wall. His father always seemed to know when he was occupied with strategic planning using scale models. It was the third time in as many days his anatomically correct Devilicus’s penis had been snapped off. Luckily, his specialty made Warrior Angel action figure collection, with extra points of articulation at the jaw, groin, and ass, allowed for such incidents and could be reattached.

“Now, Lex,” Lionel’s order echoed in the blue-lit room.

With a put-upon sigh, Lex stuffed the broken penis in Warrior Angel’s open mouth, rose from behind the office diorama, and adjusted his hard-on into a more comfortable position down the side of his left leg. The professionalism of his tailor hid the bulge in his pants and he smoothed the wrinkles from his mauve shirt. His wingtips clicked on the marble floor of his private study. He brushed his fingers of the hood of the Porsche he’d crashed into a river, wiped a smidge of dust off the monitor displaying a computerized recreation of the crash, and patted the cheek of the poster-sized picture of the Kent kid on his way out of the room.

Lex took his time walking from the third wing to the first floor. An antique bowl full of hand-sized Nerf balls stood centered on a table outside the office doors. Lex tucked one in his pocket, grasped both handles, and pushed open the double doors with great fanfare. He swept into the room and stopped in front of the glass desk. Lionel Luthor sat regally behind it, his greasy mane of hair falling about the shoulders of his Armani suit.

Lex took the Nerf ball from his pocket and threw it at his father’s head. Lionel didn’t flinch or dodge out of the way. The orange spongy ball bounced harmlessly off his forehead, dropped onto the desk, and rolled off onto the floor. Still blind, then.

“I wish you would cease such sophomoric behavior, Lex,” Lionel said with a moue of displeasure.

“And ruin my fun? Never.”

“Not even in front of visitors?”

Lex stiffened minutely and turned. Two people, a man and a woman, were seated on the sofa across the room. He put on a polite smile. “My apologies for not greeting you both sooner.”

“Lex, may I introduce Jor-El and Lara,” Lionel said, as Jor-El and Lara stood. “They’ve traveled a very long way to meet with you.”

Lex quickly catalogued the two with a trained eye. Both were tall, salt-and-peppered haired, and had classically strong features. They both wore matching silvery-blue form-fitting jumpsuits with no discernable zippers. Lara’s breasts received a second or two’s glance, but it was Jor-El’s face that caught Lex’s attention. He looked uncannily like an older version of the Kent boy, especially in the mouth. Wide and with fat, succulent lips, Lex couldn’t mistake a cocksucker mouth like that; he’d had Kent’s stretched around his dick enough times to be an expert identifier. Could Jor-El be related to his underage boytoy?

Lex peeked sidelong at Lionel. He wondered what game the old man was up to, now. There was no way Lionel didn’t know about the resemblance, in spite of being blind. The only way to find out was to play. Lex made his opening move. “I can’t help but notice, Jor-El, that you greatly resemble an adopted friend of mine, albeit older and more distinguished. His name is Cletus. Cletus Kent.”

“I do not recognize name,” Jor-El responded in a deep, melodic voice. “However, it is possible your friend is my child. Klyd-El was sent here shortly after dropping.”

Lionel perked up. “Sent?”

Jor-El dipped his head. “Lara needed to test her propulsion system.”

Lex frowned in confusion. What did a propulsion system have to do with Cletus being adopted? He looked at his father, who was stroking his beard with barely hidden glee. Oh hell, please don’t tell him Lionel found another nutjob like Dr. Hamilton.

“I couldn’t help but notice your accent,” Lex said. “Are you saying you sent Cletus to America to be adopted?”

“That is how it worked out to be,” Jor-El responded.

“If you don’t mind my asking, what region are you from?” Lex said. They had to be from somewhere in Asia. He’d suspected that Cletus was not American born because of his features.

“The Lurvan region. We currently reside in Kandor,” Jor-El replied. “It is a city of intellect and splendor. You shall enjoy your life there.”

“Excuse me?” Lex frowned. “What do you mean?”

“It is why we have come, to select next mate for House of El,” Jor-El said, exchanging a smile with Lara.

Lex was confused. He hated being confused, especially when Lionel looked downright giddy. “Are you suggesting an arranged marriage?”

Lara spoke for the first time, in a melodious foreign language that soothed Lex’s ears. Jor-El listened a moment and then dipped his head. “Yes, this is what it is called in your language.”

“He’ll accept.” Lionel burst from his chair, his arms extended wide, like he was going to hug someone or give a ministerial blessing. “The House of El joins with the House of Luthor.”

Lex looked at his father across the desk. “Dad, don’t you think we should discuss this first?”

“Nonsense, son!” Lionel boomed. “It is time you settled down, anyway.”

His father seemed to have conveniently forgotten Lex’s ill-fated marriage to Desiree, the one that was annulled finally just last week. Something was definitely up.

“I don’t know anything about this girl,” Lex glanced at Jor-El and Lara out of the corner of his eye and lowered his voice, “or her family. They could be gold-diggers.”

“Pish.” Lionel picked up his cane from the desk, let it unfold, and tapped his way around the desk. Lex tried not to flinch when Lionel touched his face. “I am certain there are other reasons you have been chosen. Isn’t that correct, Jor-El?”

“Indeed,” Jor-El said. “I know not what is a ‘gold-diggers’, but we have selected Lex Luth-Or as he is most unique species in this area.”

In other words, it was Lex’s freak looks that drew the foreigners’ attention. “I’m not interested.”

“Of course you are.” Lionel clamped his hand on the back of Lex’s neck and squeezed painfully. “This is a marvelous opportunity for us.”

“Us? I’m the one who’ll be marrying this girl, not you.” Lex attempted to step back out of Lionel’s grasp.

Lionel held on harder and steered him accurately towards the door, cane clicking on the tile. “Jor-El, Lara, if you’ll excuse us a moment.”

Jor-El dipped his head.

Lex and Lionel exited the office through the side door. Lex yanked out of Lionel’s hold once they were in the hall. “What is going on, Dad?” he asked, keeping his tone level so as not to reveal his annoyance.

“This is the opportunity of a lifetime, Lex. Do you know what those two are?” Lionel said.

“I’m sure you’re about to tell me,” Lex drawled, tucking his hands into the pockets of his pants.

“Jor-El and Lara Jor-El are extraterrestrials!”

Lex dropped his head back and looked heavenward. He’d been right. “Not this again.”

“It’s the truth,” Lionel declared. “They come from the planet Krypton. They told me so before I called for you.”

“Is that where the invisible spaceship was from, too?” Lex mocked.

Lionel whipped his cane up. Lex barely dodged getting whapped in the face. “The ship was there, I know it. Your toy, Cletus Kent, probably took it and hid it.”

“Now Cletus is an alien?” Lex snorted. “I thought extraterrestrials were supposed to be intelligent. Cletus is a dim as a burned out light bulb.”

“Jor-El did say they needed a test subject. Most obviously, they would pick the runt of the litter,” Lionel said. “You and I both know Cletus possesses abilities beyond that of mortal men.”

Lex had to concede that point. He’d been collecting evidence on Cletus since they’d crashed into one another on Loeb Bridge a year ago. If Cletus wasn’t so good at sucking cock, Lex probably would’ve trapped him in a lab somewhere and found out what made him tick. “What makes you believe these two are aliens? I could’ve hired them to torment you. You did say my humor was juvenile.”

“They have sufficiently proven themselves,” Lionel said. “And they would have had tentacles if you had hired them.”

“True.” Lex rocked on his heels. “Let’s say I’ll buy into your aliens. Why should I be the posterboy for interspecies mating?”

“You must be joking, Lex,” Lionel said. “Out of everyone on earth, beings from another planet chose you to marry their daughter. They want to take you to their home planet. Think of the technology needed for space travel alone!”

Lex took his hand from his pocket and rubbed the scar on his lip. He remembered the lost octagonal disk made up of a polymer unknown on earth. The prestige hamster began turning the money wheel in his mind. “It could be a lucrative venture. If I believed them.”

Lionel smiled sharkily. “There’s only one way to find out.”

The medical bay of the starship Enterprise was located in a cave. Lex didn’t know which surprised him more: the bay behind the cave wall or the fact that Kansas had caves. Last he’d checked, the state was as flat as Lana Lang’s chest, the girl Cletus mooned over until Lex stuck his cock in the kid’s mouth to shut him up.

The cave descended approximately fifty feet in the middle of a cornfield on the property of LexCorp Plant No. 1 (Ha! Take that, Dad!). Lex had been nervous when Jor-El and Lara had led him off the road into the corn. Pictures of him being raped, disemboweled, and strangled with his own entrails played across his mind’s theater as they traipsed through the field. If he hadn’t known Lionel would be watching, or listening, or feeling a Braille report on a screen, he may have refused to continue following Jor-El and Lara.

But Lionel always watched Lex, the perverted old coot, and he’d coming charging to the rescue of his profit margin and net the aliens, while his white steed trampled Lex into the dirt.

Ambient lighting with no discernable source conveniently provided a means for Lex to see the cave. The stone walls and floor were dry and appeared to have been chipped by hand, rather than by nature. The narrow passage downward broadened into a chamber. Pictographs painted the cave walls, making Lex perk up. If the aliens turned out to be a sham, a discovery of ancient culture would still put Lex’s name on the map.

Lara peeled down the front of her jumpsuit and Lex learned that there were deep valleys in Kansas, too. Sadly, she didn’t bare all, merely enough cleavage to stir Lex’s groin and to expose an octagonal-shaped disk poking up from between her breasts. Jor-El plucked the disk and Lara covered herself again.

Lex lost interest in seeing titties when the ambient lighting caught the silver of the disk. He knew that disk. He’d had that disk in his possession once, or one similar to it. His full attention was grabbed, his mouth parting in wonder. Could the disk really, truly be of alien origin?

Jor-El stuck the disk in a hole in the cave wall that Lex hadn’t noticed previously. He noticed it now, because the pictographs on the wall lit up. Circles, squares, triangles, and lines arranged in patterns glowed blue, red, and yellow. Jor-El touched a specific combination of the glowing symbols and a rumble filled the chamber.

Lex’s head whipped around. A section of the cave wall opened like a sliding door. Lara walked right through the opening. Curiosity and awe had Lex moving after her before his brain started screaming warnings.

Another chamber was behind the doorway. The cave walls had no symbols or pictographs. Instead, in the center of the room was a circular, waist-high stone table. Shapes matching the ones that had glowed were cut into the stone. A triangular depression in the middle seemed to be waiting for something to fill it.

Jor-El came into the inner chamber, walked up to the table, and stuck the disk into a slot on the surface. The warning screams in Lex’s brain turned to mocking I told you sos, as the door in the wall rumbled shut.

“There is no need for alarm,” Jor-El said, pushing a series of symbols on the table. It was the first time he’d spoken since they’d left Lex’s car on the side of the road.

Lex wasn’t reassured. “I thought we’d be going to a ship, not that I’d be sealed in a cave.”

“It is necessary that we examine you prior to leaving Earth,” Jor-El said.

“Examine me?”

A quieter rumble filled the inner chamber. Another section of the cave wall opened into the medical bay of the starship Enterprise.

“Yes,” Jor-El replied. “We must ensure that you are medically sound. It would not do to take you to Krypton if you could not fulfill your duties.”

Lex stared as lights flickered on when Lara walked into the medical bay. Flat panel screens with touch buttons, monitors, and displays lined the squared-off walls. A person-sized metal table stood in the center of the bay, a chandelier of various sized silver rods and hoses hanging above it. Lara punched a series of buttons on the wall, colored panels lit up, and the bay began to hum.

“If you would disrobe and lay on the table,” Jor-El said. “Lara will perform the examination.”

Lex waffled between panic and arousal. Two purported extraterrestrials wanted to examine his body in set right out of a science fiction movie. He had no proof they were real aliens. Jor-El and Lara could actually be deranged Trekkies who just wanted to act out kinky alien abduction fantasies. With him.

Jor-El took Lex’s clothing. Lex’s half-hard cock swung as he sauntered into the medical bay. He felt both Jor-El’s and Lara’s eyes on him and preened. Hopping up onto the table, his preening turned to cursing at the coldness of the metal. His semi wilted.

Lara spoke melodiously to Lex, lightly pushing at his bare shoulders. Lex got the hint and lay down properly on the table. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jor-El press a few buttons and a portion of the wall popped out. Jor-El stuffed Lex’s clothing into the bin. A moment later, Lex heard a whine and a pop, and smoke curled over the lip of the bin.

“What did you do to my clothes?” he exclaimed, starting to sit up. Lara’s hand on his chest pushed him back down.

“We will supply clothes for you to wear on Krypton,” Jor-El said.

“What if it turns out I’m not medically acceptable to go?” Lex said, peeved. His wallet and keys had been in his pants pocket.

“Lara shall determine that now,” Jor-El replied. Lara said something and Jor-El translated. “Lara requests that you not move, Lex Luth-Or. She wishes to begin the examination.”

Lex grumbled under his breath and shifted on the table until he was comfortable. Aliens or not, he’d better be getting laid here. He could only go so far with sexual role-playing until his patience ran out.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and relaxed as Lara started touching him. Now, this was what he was talking about: Lara’s fingers smoothed over his chest, stroking in small circles around his nipples. She lifted both of his arms above his head and continued the massage over the entire pectoral area. His eyes popped open and he sucked in a sharp breath when she pinched his tits.

Lex’s cock hardened as she continued to pinch and pluck, jolts of electricity connecting his nipples to his groin. He hissed when she bent her head, placed her mouth over his nipple, and sucked. The examination was going just as he’d hoped. Her lips pursed as she drew and released his nipple rhythmically. Her fingers continued their massage of his pec.

Lex glanced at Jor-El when she straightened, circled the table, and repeated her suckling on his other tit. Jor-El’s expression was bland, but his eyes were focused on Lex’s cock. Lex moaned and his erection jumped. It slapped against his abdomen and drooled in anticipation.

Lara stopped sucking, said something to Jor-El, and reached for a dangling stick overhead. The silvery instrument had a flat head an inch in diameter, like a paddle, and a touch button on the handle. She placed the paddle on Lex’s chest directly above his nipple and put her thumb over the button.

An image sprang to life on one of the flat panel screens on the wall. Lex’s brows lifted at the red and white textured picture. She moved the paddle slowly around his pectoral and the texture shifted and changed. He realized she was looking at his muscle beneath his skin. Fairly odd, but also kinky. She focused on one shadowy duct beneath his nipple, said something to Jor-El again, and repeated her examination on the other side.

“What is she looking at?” Lex asked, anxious to get back to the sucking. His cock was feeling neglected.

“She is assuring that you’re normally formed for a human,” Jor-El responded.

Lex narrowed his eyes in offense. “The hair on my head is the only thing that’s different.”

Lara spoke, released the paddle, and the cord pulled it back up. Jor-El smiled. “She says you are correctly developed. We had hoped that you were unmated by choice, not because you are flawed.”

Lex opened his mouth to spit a scathing reply, but Lara grabbed his balls suddenly and all that came out was a squeak. He lifted his head. Lara stood by his hip and fondled him with an intense expression of concentration. She squeezed, stroked, and tugged his scrotum, catching the occasional short curly, and Lex dropped his head back on the table with a clang.

Lara spoke and Jor-El responded in their foreign language. He moved to beside the table and his hand joined Lara’s on Lex’s nuts.

Lex’s moan echoed in the chamber. Two differently sized hands lifted and pulled his testes. He felt hot breath on his thighs and raised his head again. Jor-El and Lara were both bent over his groin, their graying head touching. They spoke in low, melodic tones, as they played with him.

Lara put her free hand on Lex’s thigh and pulled his leg. Lex assisted by spreading his legs shamelessly. His neck strained as he watched Lara bend over him again. Jor-El lifted Lex’s scrotum and Lara stroked her fingers on the underside and down his perineum. Lex tilted his hips in hope and his eyelids fluttered with the questing fingers rubbed over his asshole. Yes, yes, yes.

Lara said something and poked the tip of a finger into his anus. Lex’s head dropped onto the table and he breathed out, “Fuck, yeah.”

Jor-El walked around the table to the wall behind Lara and pressed several buttons. Lex raised his knee, putting his foot flat on the table, and pushed up. His ass lifted and Lara’s finger poked further in. The dry entry made him grunt and his cock twitch. He curled his hands into fists so as not to grab and jack it.

Lara wiggled her finger, pushed until it was fully inside, and then wiggled it again. Lex bit his inner cheek to keep from begging for more. Mind-reading had to be one of her alien powers, because she forced a second finger into his hole. It burned upon entry. Lex was slutty enough to love it.

Then, she crooked her fingers, and Lex choked off a cry of pleasure. He grasped the sides of the table and tried not to writhe as she rubbed his prostate some more. She and Jor-El conversed and she removed her fingers. Lex stopped himself from protesting. He was the abductee in the scenario, not the one giving orders.

Lara joined Jor-El in front of the console. Lex shifted on the table, which was becoming slick with sweat under his shoulders and ass. He stroked a hand through his pubic hair and over his erection, breathing heavily out his nose at how good it felt. He wiped his thumb over the crown, slicking the head with pre-come, and watched Lara and Jor-El. Symbols and a diagram appeared on the screen in front of them. Lex couldn’t decipher what the diagram represented. He focused on Lara’s and Jor-El’s asses instead. Their silvery-blue jumpsuits molded tightly to them. He wouldn’t mind tapping either.

Lex pinched the base of his cock and released it when Lara turned. She came back to the table and said something to him as she selected another instrument hanging above the table. She chose a metal wand with a rounded head, approximately three inches long and an inch in diameter. It had a quarter-inch hole in the tip. She held it by the thin handle and thumbed one of two buttons.

Lex watched as a clear jelly-like substance oozed from the hole in the tip. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it was lubricant (although Lex was one). Lara lifted his scrotum and put the wand to his anus. Lex sucked his lower lip into his mouth, pushed up with his foot, and tilted his hips in eagerness.

The warm gel slicked the entry of the metal wand. Lex was disappointed that it didn’t go in very far; three inches wasn’t all that exciting. He’d rather be probed by a thick, meaty—

Lara thumbed the other button and Lex arched off the table with a shout. “Holy fuck!” The wand vibrated wildly against his prostate, sending an overload of sensation through his groin. He grabbed his cock, stroked, and came all over his stomach. Lara didn’t turn off the wand.

Eyes rolling in their sockets, the pleasure bordered on pain as wave after wave of orgasmic stimulation washed through him. Jor-El and Lara’s melodic voices sang under the roar of his blood in his ears. The vibrator was left in him for what seemed like hours. He writhed wantonly on the table, humping the air, tears leaking from his eyes when he shot his load again.

The vibrations stopped abruptly. Lex collapsed on the table in a boneless heap. He gulped in breaths of air, his heart slamming against his chest. Rivulets of sweat itched as they ran down his face and scalp. Heat rose from his body and he felt glued to the metal surface. His fingers ached from gripping the sides of the table. He licked his dry lips and wished for water for his parched throat.

He felt the wand being removed. His ass throbbed with phantom vibrations. Fingers pushed into his hole and poked around. He squirmed and whimpered when his over-sensitized prostate was brushed again. The fingers pulled out. He opened his eyes, blinking several times to clear his blurred vision. He had to take a shit.

Licking his lips again, he started to sit up. Lara pushed him back down with a few foreign words. She scraped a small spatula through the semen dotting his stomach and passed it to Jor-El. Lex’s ass got more uncomfortable and he struggled against her hand. He’d be impressed by her strength if he didn’t have to take a shit right now.

“Lara, let me up,” he rasped. His voice was shot from screaming in ecstasy.

“Lie still, Lex Luth-Or.” Jor-El put the spatula on a metal plate sticking out of the wall, then came around the head of the table. He braced his hands on Lex’s shoulders, pinning him down.

“Let me up,” Lex demanded, fighting against his hold. He was going to make an embarrassing mess if he didn’t get to a restroom. “I need to use the facilities.”

Lara pulled a cord from above the table with a three-pronged claw on the end of a thin rod. She braced back his knee and slid the clawed rod up his ass.

Lex’s face heated in humiliation. He wasn’t into scat. He felt the hunk of shit being pulled by the claw, closed his eyes, and lay there stiffly. He was going to kill his father for getting him into this situation.

He tightened his asshole, but Lara still pulled until the pain forced him to relax and let the shit slip free. Lex’s ass felt empty immediately. Unhappily, he opened his eyes and glared at Jor-El. However, Jor-El’s attention was on Lara.

Lex glanced at Lara, who held the rod in front of her. Trapped in the claw wasn’t feces; it was a fist-sized gelatinous pink blob. She carried the blob to an open drawer in the wall. Setting it inside, she closed the drawer, released the claw, and it zipped back to the ceiling on its cord. She punched several buttons on the display.

Jor-El let go of Lex and Lex sat up swiftly. He swung his legs over the side of the table, facing Lara’s back. “What is that?” he asked, shifting uncomfortably on the table. His ass hurt and squelched from the sweat and lubricant.

“It is a test of your compatibility to our species,” Jor-El replied.

Lex’s shoulders relaxed. Of course interspecies sexual relations could be dangerous or simply impossible. He had no clue how something from his ass would verify his compatibility, but remembered they also took a semen sample.

Lex shifted again and winced. His butt felt very well fucked, and all he’d had in him was a gelatinous blob and a three-inch anal probe.

It struck him, then, and he had to restrain the laugh that bubbled in his chest, that he had been anal probed by aliens.  Anal probed! The wavering belief that Jor-El and Lara were what they said they were tipped over into the ridiculous.  Anal probed!  Lex had to give them props for the elaborate setup they had going for them. There being a cave in Kansas should've convinced him of their lies earlier, but he'd been thrown by the lightshow in the other chamber.  Painted papier-mâché, colored filaments, and a lot of electricity created the illusion of the cave, probably in someone's storm cellar.  The metal table could come from any supply store and, looking at them more studiously, Lex recognized several sex toys similar to his own collection dangling above.

A smirk curved Lex’s lips.  He’d gotten laid, and now he'd do some examining of his own, find out who they are, and why the complex scenario just for sex.  Though, with him being who he was, it wasn't that difficult to puzzle out; Lex Luthor was a prize catch in bed. Unless Lionel had been the one to set him up, in which case, he owed his dad. He’d have to lend him Cletus for an afternoon.

Lara sang happily when whatever she was doing finished. Lex wondered if the language was real or made up. He definitely was impressed by the lengths they’d gone to fuck him, though neither of them had done the actual deed yet. When he’d recovered from his multiple orgasms, he’d get them naked and do them properly.

“Lara states that you are compatible,” Jor-El proclaimed with a beaming smile. He really did look like Cletus when he did that; Lex was curious if they actually were related. “As head of the House of El, I request, Lex Luth-Or, that you be the mate and host for the heir of El.”

“Sure,” Lex shrugged, “Why not?” It wasn’t as if this was real.

Jor-El relayed Lex’s answer to Lara, who trilled joyfully. She stepped between Lex’s legs, pushed him backwards, and stuck her fingers up his butt.

Lex grasped his knees and held his legs up and open. His head hung off the other side of the table. He should let them know that the jig was up.

Jor-El’s fingers joined Lara’s in his ass.

Maybe he’d tell them later.

Later turned out to be much sooner than he’d thought.

After Jor-El and Lara finished what sounded like them singing praises to Lex’s ass – which was understandable; Lex’s ass was exceptionally praiseworthy – they popped their fingers free and walked away from the table. Lex lay there a moment in hope, and when no further probing occurred, sat up.

Lara appeared to be washing her hands at a station in the back corner of the medical bay, with red water that spurted from a miniature bidet. Jor-El procured a silvery-blue jumpsuit like the ones they wore and brought it over to Lex. Lex guessed, sadly, the sex portion of the alien abduction scenario was finished.

“Once you have dressed, we shall proceed to Krypton,” Jor-El said.

Or maybe the sex was simply moving to a different location.

Lex debated, as he attempted to figure out how to put on the jumpsuit, whether or not exposing the fraudulent aliens would be beneficial at this juncture. He hadn’t had actual sex with either Jor-El or Lara, but he had had multiple orgasms already without having to do any work. If someone else were in the position, say Cletus (as farfetched as it would be,) he’d probably tell him a vibrating probe up the ass was worth two aliens in the buff. Then, he’d have to shoot himself for channeling Jonathan Kent.

The jumpsuit stretched wide at the collar and Lex stuck his feet into it. The boots Lex had thought were a designer color scheme were a part of the jumpsuit, like footie pajamas. He hopped off the table, tucked his flaccid penis between his legs, and pulled up the jumpsuit. It formed to his body like second skin, snug but not uncomfortable. The sleeves came three-quarters of the way down his forearms. Stylish.

He’d order them to tailor a better jumpsuit with more room in the crotch.

Lex adjusted his burgeoning erection to hang down his left leg under the stare of Jor-El. “Yes, I’m hard again already. I have a fantastic libido. If we could move this party on to a proper bed, I’ll demonstrate more intimately.” He stroked his hand along his length.

Jor-El blinked twice and lifted his gaze. “I had not known human penis are that large. When I visited Earth before I gain mate, I was careful to be only with mated human who had been through lobbaf.”

“You can cut the act, Jor,” Lex said, walking over to the bin where Jor-El had stuck his clothes. “I admire you both for the excellent show you’ve put on, and as a token of my appreciation, I’ll have sex with you both in any position you choose.”

“‘Act’?” Jor-El said, confused. “I am not familiar with that Human-English word.”

Lex made a face and poked through the ash at the bottom of the bin for his keys and wallet. They’d better be there. “Don’t test my patience. I’ve gone along with things so far, but I’m weary of the role-playing game.”

Lara spoke and Jor-El waved her off. She left the medical bay. “I am not understanding what you mean, Lex Luth-Or,” Jor-El said.

“Look, how much has my father paid you? Ten? Twenty-thousand?” Lex wasn’t finding his keys or wallet. “I’ll match it for a few more hours of pleasure if you drop the alien schtick.”

“Your father did not offer money.”

Lex pressed his lips together, becoming angry. He faced Jor-El. “Then, whoever it was that set me up, or if you did it on your own because you have some odd kinks. Just stop.”

Lara called something made-up from the chamber outside the bay. Jor-El motioned with his hand. “The examination chamber is to be sealed and sterilized. Please, we must go.”

“I want my keys and wallet,” Lex said, refusing to budge.

“You do not need such items on Krypton.”

A dark look crossed Lex’s face. “Tell me, Jor-El, do you value your family?”

Jor-El dipped his head. “The House of El is most important.”

“Then I would suggest you remain on my good side,” Lex said smoothly. “I would hate for your ‘House’ to be sullied.”

Jor-El appeared appropriately dismayed. Lex sauntered from the medical bay. Jor-El would bring him his wallet and keys.

A rumble behind him made him turn quickly. The cave wall closed over the entryway of the bay. Jor-El walked towards the circular stone table in the middle of the chamber. He held nothing in his hands.

Lex squeezed his own hands into fists. The bite of his fingernails into his palm kept him from exploding in anger immediately. He’d wait a few seconds, to see what Jor-El would do.

Jor-El took the octagonal disk from the table, walked over to another part of the cave chamber, and pushed the disk into a camouflaged slot in the wall, like a coin slot. The disk disappeared. A heartbeat later and another portion of the cave wall rumbled open. A brilliant white light shined blindingly beyond the papier-mâché doorway.

Lex was still impressed, even if he was pissed off. The cave was a stunning set. He watched Lara stride quickly into the new chamber and vanish into the light. Spotlights or some other bright track lighting had to be hung above the door, tilted precisely to make it look like she’d disappeared. He remembered seeing the trick during a play about Houdini.

Jor-El motioned to Lex. “Be quick, Lex Luth-Or. The opening will shut shortly.”

Lex slid his hands down his hips, forgetting he didn’t have pockets. “I don’t think so, Jor-El. But you already knew I wouldn’t.”

“You have changed your desires?”

“My desires are still the same, I’ve merely had my fill of aliens,” Lex said, rocking on his heels.

Jor-El appeared disappointed. “I shall convey your rejection to Lara and Kal.”

“You do that.” The id part of Lex’s brain protested at the mention of a Kal and the possibility of missing out on a threesome. Lex appeased it by planning to steal the vibrating anal probe from the faux medical bay before he left.

Lex watched as Jor-El dipped his head in agreement and farewell. Then, he disappeared into the beaming light.

Lex snorted at the continued alien imagery. He walked closer to the open doorway, straining to hear the Els climbing the steps. He was surprised that it wasn’t warm by the doorway from the high-powered lights. Tapping his thigh, he glanced at the wall portion that had slid aside, the one that was supposed to close quickly. He glanced behind him across the chamber at the way they’d come in. It would be a pain in the ass, and not the pleasant kind, to figure out how to open it. Looking back into the light, he shielded a hand above his eyes and tried to peer past the brightness. It would be the easiest way out, if they hadn’t raised the ladder or something. He’d better check.

Lex stepped into the light.

The bright light made Lex’s eyes water and his head felt like it was being squeezed with every step he took, as if he were scuba diving and had descended too far in the ocean. His ears popped suddenly and everything became extremely loud. He heard the hum of machinery, singing voices of conversation, and the rush of air that buffeted his face when he tripped out of the light.

Toe throbbing, he scrubbed a hand over his teary eyes and blinked several times to clear the white spots from his vision. The voices stopped, and when he was able to see again, he found Lara, Jor-El, and some other guy – Kal, perhaps? – staring at him. They stood around a circular table in the center of a metal, circular room. The same silvery metal framed the ceiling and the floor, a dull blue lighting strip edging the walls. The table glowed with symbols identical to the table in the chamber.

“You have changed your desires!” Jor-El boomed with a smile as bright as the light.

“No.” Lex glanced behind him. A doorway cut into the metal wall, the high-powered light beaming past its frame. He’d stubbed his toe on the metal lip at floor-level.

“You have come through gate.” Jor-El sounded puzzled. “Is it not your choice to be Kal’s mate?”

Lex looked at the guy standing beside Lara. Not a twitch of interest from his cock. “Kal doesn’t do much for me,” he said. “Now, if you would show me the way out.”

Jor-El perked. “Yes. I will show you outside. Then, you shall change your desires. Kandor is a city of intellect and splendor.”

Lex pinched the bridge of his nose. He was developing a headache. It was the last time he was having sex with aliens. “I told you to drop the act.”

“I request, Lex Luth-Or, that you view Kandor and meet Kal before your rejection is made final.”

So, the guy in the room with them wasn’t Kal. Lex dropped his hand and sighed internally. “Fine,” he agreed. As soon as they were outside, he’d use his Navy Seal-trained skills, put Jor-El down for the count, and go home.

Lara said something to the unknown guy, who pushed a few symbols on the table. The door behind Lex sealed with a clang.

Lex wondered if he’d just made a big mistake.

Another portion of the wall opened into a doorway as Lara walked up to it. Lex saw people passing in a hallway on the other side. At least help was readily available, if needed.

Jor-El motioned at the door. “Come, Lex Luth-Or.”

Lex followed Lara, tripping over the doorjamb into the hall. He cursed, glanced around, and made sure no one had noticed. The hallway stretched in two directions, made of the same metal of the circular room. It also had a curve on the upper side of the ceiling and brighter white strip lights providing illumination. Men and women dressed in jumpsuits of a variety of colors, and a few women wearing equally colorful, diaphanous shift dresses, strode with purpose in the hall. Several carried silver briefcases, thin books that looked like laptops, or black shoulder bags. Conversation hummed with a lilting melody.

Toes on both feet throbbing, Lex’s brows drew together in puzzlement. He’d expected to be outside, not in an unfamiliar corridor. Was he in LexCorp Plant No. 1? The cave had been on the property. “Where are we?”

“Kandor Transport Hub,” Jor-El replied. He began walking and Lex fell into step with him automatically. “From the Hub, you may gate to a majority of the on-world and off-world destinations.”

“My patience wears thin,” Lex said succinctly. “I shall ask you again and I expect a real answer, and not the name of an alien airport. Where are we?”

“We are in Kandor, city of intellect and splendor.” Jor-El stopped and gestured grandly at the wall.

Only, the wall was a window, and Lex’s eyes grew wide. Curved glass, or something similar, rose from the floor to the ceiling, giving a clear view outside. A large, red sun hung low in the purple sky, gray trails of clouds floating on an unfelt breeze. Skyscrapers gleamed silver, white, and dark blue, reflecting mirror images of the sky and sun. Crafts shaped like bullets shot along risen tracks snaking between buildings.

“The li-aronom is source of transportation for the residents of Kandor,” Jor-El said. He and Lara stepped up to the window on either side of Lex and looked outside. “The Enforcers and Retronics have sole independent transportation in the city.”

“Blue screen,” Lex said, shaking off the disquieted feeling. “Computer generated projection to propagate believability of your alien world. Beautifully done, but the longer you play your games, the more you will live to regret it.”

“Games are for children, Lex Luth-Or,” Jor-El said. “Come. Night approaches and Kal is awaiting your arrival.”

Lex had fallen in with a pair of lunatics, or very persistent kidnappers. Fleeing wouldn’t be a bad idea at this juncture. A door outside would be all he needed to escape.

He kept pace with Jor-El and Lara as they walked down the hall, which intersected with other hallways in the “Hub.” He kept his eyes peeled for an exit. Jor-El chattered on about the splendors of Kandor, things about science, languages, and government, none of which Lex paid much attention. Many doors opened, but they led to inner circular rooms with round tables in the center. The men and women they passed spoke with each other in the same melodious tones as Lara. Lex calculated the cost of paying all the extra actors, set design, and computer graphics, and felt the stirrings of panic in his gut. The elaboration of the charade was disconcerting.

The brush of a cool breeze against his face grabbed Lex’s attention. A large, burly man in a black jumpsuit entered the hallway from a door in the outer wall. Lex caught a glimpse of daylight. Without hesitation, he bolted for the door. Freedom!

Five steps outside and he froze – literally. Frigid temperatures pierced his body in a half-heartbeat. A white layer of frost formed on his exposed skin. His nostrils and eyes iced over, and the breath he gasped through his mouth pulled shards of pain into his lungs.

Unknown hands plucked him off the ground as if he weighed nothing and carried him into a warm cocoon. He began shivering hard as he defrosted. A firm hand tilted his head back and liquid poured over his eyes and nose, then forced down his throat. Heat spread through his insides. He could breathe again.

His vision unblurred and he found himself staring into a sneer. The burly man who’d come from outside said something obviously rude, by his tone, straightened, and walked away.

“What did he say?” Lex croaked, finding Jor-El and Lara sitting with him in an alcove off the hallway. Others nearby gawked at him and commented to one another.

“A disparaging remark about humans.” Jor-El’s face creased in censure. “I am of mind to agree with him. That was foolish to have done, Lex Luth-Or. Human bodies are not built to withstand temperatures outdoors.”

Still shivering, Lex closed his eyes briefly. It was all an illusion. Trickery and refrigeration. He hadn’t seen a sky in his favorite shade of lavender overhead, before he’d gone temporarily blind. There was no way he’d stepped through a cave in Kansas and ended up on another planet.

Lex believed in three things unquestioningly: sex, power, and money. Extraterrestrials fell nowhere on that list. His father was the one on the alien kick. He was the one chasing invisible spaceships and investigating the Kents based on a phone call he’d received from Nixon prior to Lex shooting the slime. Lex had thought Lionel had been brain damaged in the same operation that caused his blindness. Humoring Lionel kept him off Lex’s back about the newly formed LexCorp. Sure, he knew that Cletus had powers over and above his cocksucking abilities, but so did others in Smallville— because of the meteorites, not because they were from outerspace.

“Come.” Jor-El rose. He said something to Lara, who dipped her head and strode off at a fast pace. “Lara shall proceed ahead of us to inform Kal of our pending arrival. Kal has been schooled by the Academy on humans in preparation for his mate. He shall know how to care for you.”

Lex pushed unsteadily to his feet. He was cold to the core and hadn’t stopped shivering. He was in no shape to try running again. Besides, where would he go? He was either trapped on an alien world or trapped by some exceptionally insane role-players. Or he could be drugged unconscious and trapped in his own delusion. In any event, it didn’t bode well for him. Going with the flow was his best option.

He’d better at least be getting laid again.

Jor-El shepherded Lex onto the li-aronom through a station connected to the Hub. To Lex, the station looked like the train station in downtown Metropolis, with computerized displays hanging overhead listing incoming and outgoing crafts. People of various shapes and sizes (and smells) crowded the edge of the enclosed platform, silently waiting for the craft. They pushed their way onto the craft as other tried to exit through the same sliding doors. No one apologized for bumping the other, and when someone tripped and fell, no one helped him up.

Rows of soft seats that molded comfortably to Lex’s ass faced the same direction in the craft. The interior was stark white with bands of windows curving at intervals over the roof. The red sun did not beam through the windows, muted, Lex figured, by some sort of mirrored tint on the outside.

The li-aronom rode so smooth Lex didn’t feel like he was moving at all. His only indication was the buildings and other crafts whizzing past the windows. Glancing out the windows, he tried to take stock of his delusional world. Steel-like monstrosities rose tall into the purple sky. He saw no planes passing overhead, nor any birds. The space between the buildings held rail track and nothing more.

The craft stopped several times inside tunnel-like platforms, discharging and gaining passengers, who rode the li-aronom in eerie silence. The platforms were attached to the buildings at different levels, but none on the ground. Jor-El had informed him in dulcet tones that the li-aronom connected to every building in Kandor. With temperatures so cold outside, Lex didn’t have to question why.

Jor-El rose as the craft pulled into another platform. Lex guessed they were getting off. Lex hugged his arms around himself and followed Jor-El out of the craft.

The gust of wind whishing through the tunnel nearly knocked Lex off his feet. It did nothing to help warm him up. He stumbled a few steps, breathing in the painfully icy air. Less than ten feet separated the craft from the building, but the platform seemed to stretch on forever. A metal door set in the building slid open like an elevator as they approached, and Lex tripped inside after Jor-El.

Being so cold upset his balance, and Lex fell to his hands and knees. The hard, white flooring jarred him. Behind him, the doors slid shut, cutting of the cold.

Lex shivered and pushed himself up on his knees. He was in what appeared to be stark white elevator lobby, with six doors on each side of the narrow room. One other person had gotten off at their stop, a woman with short, spiked hair in a brown shift dress. She pushed a black touchpad beside one of the doors and it lit up blue. The doors in front of her opened a second later, she stepped inside, and the doors slid silently shut.

Jor-El stood above him, frowning slightly. “We must get you upstairs. I do not think humans’ skin is to be shaded blue.”

“Frostbite. Hypothermia.” Lawsuits danced in Lex’s head beside the trio in the straightjackets screaming for help. He held out his hand. “A little help?”

Jor-El took a quick step back and clasped his hands behind his back. “I cannot touch you, Lex Luth-Or. It is forbidden.”

“You had no trouble touching me back in the cave, I recall,” Lex said, climbing unsteadily to his feet. He toes would probably hurt from tripping over another lip, if he could feel his feet.

“We are on Krypton. Earth does not have such strictures. Here, only Enforcers may lay hands on another without their mate’s permission,” Jor-El said. “Otherwise, such trespass is punishable at a mate’s choosing.”

“What about single people?” Lex thought about the difficulty of having sex without using his hands. He’d have to be tied up in order to do it. His cock wanted to twitch in approval, but it had crawled inside his body along with his balls.

“Children are taught the proper behavior in Academy.” Jor-El walked over to one of the elevators and pushed the black touchpad on the wall. It lit up blue. “Once Kryptonians reach maturity, a mate is chosen for them before a year turns.”

“Apparently, monogamy is a practice of marriage.” Lex shuddered at the thought of having only one sex partner for the rest of his life. Thankfully, this was all a delusion in his mind.

The elevator doors opened and Jor-El and Lex stepped into a solid white box, marred only by a computerized number pad on the wall to the left of the door. “Your quarters are on level one-four-eight,” Jor-El told him, pressing the numbers on the pad. “The li-aronom platform is level three-five.”

Lex’s stomach dropped around his knees as the elevator suddenly rushed upwards. He braced a hand on the pristine white wall and tried not to vomit. That afternoon’s lunch lurched into his throat when the elevator stopped abruptly. Jor-El did not appear affected by the ride, at all.

The elevator lobby matched exactly to the one on level thirty-five. Both sides of the lobby area opened into hallways running left and right. Jor-El proceeded down one, Lex trailing after him in the white, white hallway. No windows broke the walls. No tile lines marred the white floors. No art or furniture lined the hall.

Recessed doors, also white, were spaced a good distance apart along the corridor. Beside the doors at waist height were iridescent touchpads with pale symbols etched onto them. Jor-El stopped in front of the door with a diamond pierced by a barbell on the pad. He lay his hand on it and the pad flashed blue. The door slid open without a sound.

Jor-El turned and beamed at Lex. “Welcome to your new quarters.”

Lex smiled sickly in return and shivered. “I hope it has a hot shower and a coffeemaker.”

“Retronics fitted your quarters with all that a human needs,” Jor-El said, and motioned Lex inside.

Two people rose from a curved white couch in a large, open, very white room, when Lex stepped over the threshold. Relief swept through him, warming him slightly. He was rescued. “Cletus, thank god you’re here.”

Cletus turned to Lara and spoke to her in another language.

No, no, no, Lex thought in despair. Cletus couldn’t be in on the ruse; he was too stupid to pull something like this off. Which meant Lex had to be unconscious, probably in the cornfield, being raped repeatedly, legs flopping in the air as he was fucked, the woman humping her cunt on his slack face, before he’d get gutted and strangled to death with his intestines.

“Kal, speak Human-English in front of your mate,” Jor-El chided. The door closed behind him, trapping Lex in the white prison of his mind.

“It is deformed,” Cletus said, derision dripping off lips.

“Excuse me?” Lex drew his head back and stared at Cletus.

Wearing a tight red jumpsuit that looked identical to Devilicus’s uniform, Cletus strode like a panther from the couch, circled Lex, and raked his gaze up and down. He stopped in front of Lex, stared impassively at his face a moment, and then looked over his head at Jor-El. “It is deformed. Take it back.”

Lex’s was immediately incensed. So what if Cletus was a figment of his imagination? No one called him deformed anymore and survived. “Listen, you slack-jawed yokel…”

Cletus returned his gaze to Lex, and Lex’s vitriol trickled to a halt. His stomach performed a slow flip. Same dark hair, same apple cheeks, same fuck-me lips, but the man standing in front of him wasn’t Cletus Kent. The almond-shaped, green-grape eyes boring into his were sharp, shrewd, and measuring. His commanding posture conveyed self-assurance and dominion. Cletus always looked like he’d just fallen off a tractor and hit his head a couple times on the way down.

Lex swallowed and shivered for another reason than being cold. “You’re not Cletus.”

“It is stupid as well as deformed,” Not Cletus said.

Lex’s dander rose. “I am neither unintelligent nor disfigured, nor will I hesitate to use any means at my disposal to ensure you’ll think twice about insulting me again.”

Not Cletus lifted a hand and let a finger hover over Lex’s upper lip. “This deformation is unappealing.”

Lex’s offense faltered. It was his scar that was causing the problem, not his baldness?

“I have selected him from many to be your mate, Kal-El,” Jor-El said.

Not Cletus lowered his hand and looked at Jor-El. “I do not wish a mate.”

“You do not have the choice,” Jor-El said. “You have reached maturity. It is your duty to mate and have babies.”

Lex realized he had lost something in the translation. “This is the person you want me to marry?” he said to Jor-El, jerking a thumb at Not Cletus. Or Kal. Or whatever his name.

Jor-El dipped his head. “Kal is heir to the House of El. He should have the most exotic of mates.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Kal is a guy,” Lex said. “I can’t marry another guy. It’s not legal.”

“I know not what is a ‘guy’,” Kal pinned Lex with his narrowed eyes, “but I shall not be rejected by any unmated resop.”

Lex leaned closer, coming within a hairsbreadth of Kal’s mouth. “I’d get used to it.”

Kal’s lips thinned. “Humans are not worthy of being mate to an El.”

“This human is worth a hundred Els,” Lex said, pointing to himself. “You’d be thanking your lucky stars if I’d consider you to be my mate. At the rate you’re going, it isn’t even in the realm of possibilities.”

“I shall have any mate of my choosing,” Kal boomed, squaring his shoulders. “It is you who shall remain unmated and pitied.”

“Your father’s the one who chooses for you and he sought me out. That makes which one of us the more pitiful?”

Kal waved his hand imperiously. “Take it back, Jor-El. It is unfitting to host the House of El.”

Lex tilted his chin. “I’ve held parties that raked in millions and nabbed contracts no other companies could get their hands on. I’ve been taught since birth how to play the game. You couldn’t buy yourself a better host than me.”

“Are you challenging me?” Kal’s nostrils flared, his eyes darkening.

Lex’s arched a brow. “Are you up for the challenge?”

Kal seized Lex unexpectedly by the hips, yanking him tight against Kal’s body. Lex’s mouth parted in surprise. He felt every ridge and plane of Kal’s chest and thighs pressed against his, the jumpsuits providing little barrier. Lex grabbed on to Kal’s thick biceps. He was suddenly rather warm.

The Els voices rose in pitch, culminating in a near shout, and then abruptly stopped. Lex could hear the sound of his heartbeat hammering in his chest in the silent room.

Kal’s dark eyelashes swept up and he raised his head. “It is done.”

Lex swallowed apprehensively. “What is?”

“I have accepted and bound you as my mate.” Kal paused and frowned. “I know not your name.”

“It’s Lex. Lex Luthor.”

Kal nodded once and proclaimed, “From this moment hence, you shall discard your father’s name. You shall be now known as Lex Kal-El, mate of the heir of the House of El.”

The red-tinted water rained from the showerhead in the ceiling above the white cubicle. The color would have concerned Lex if the heat hadn’t felt so good. So long as his skin wasn’t melting off or becoming permanently dyed, he figured he was safe. The Els wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of selecting a human as a mate only to cause him death by shower.

Lex closed his eyes and tilted his head back. The water beat steadily against his face. He had nearly given over to the idea that this was real, that he was on an alien planet, newly married to a Cletus-clone. He decided if he woke up tomorrow still on Krypton, he’d go with it. If it ended up being an elaborate delusion his mind had created due to trauma of being in a coma or something, at least he wouldn’t be bored whilst unconscious.

Jor-El and Lara had gone shortly after Kal declared himself bonded to Lex, leaving Lex alone with his new husband. Not one to be uncomfortable in a stranger’s presence, Lex had demanded coffee and a shower from Kal.

The shower was temperature controlled with one of those touchpads displays set into the cubicle wall. Kal had shown him what buttons, each displaying its own symbol, turned the water on and off, and made it hotter or colder. Two hoses emerged from the wall above the touchpad and dangled towards the tapered floor, the drain being in the corner. One hose looked like a standard hand-held showerhead, a handle with a round disc at the end, controlled by a single touch button. The second hose had a tapered rod and, when Lex pressed the touch button on the handle, it spurted a steady stream of water out the tip. Lex left the shower feeling fresh and clean, whether it was meant to go up his ass or not.

The cramped, white bathroom held a shower cubicle, a bidet-like sink with a mirrored inset cabinet above it, a scary, waterless toilet that vaporized anything that went in the bowl, and two inset shelves holding folded, thick white towels. Lex found a comb and an electric toothbrush, which squirted toothpaste automatically onto the bristles, in the otherwise empty cabinet above the sink. Leaving the damp towel with his crumpled jumpsuit on the white lineless tile floor, Lex pressed the touch button that opened the sliding white door and exited into the bedroom.

Kal sat perched on the edge of the round bed, a bright patch of red in the white, white room. A knowing smirk curved Lex’s lips at the slow drag of Kal’s eyes over his nude form. His cock stirred as he sauntered closer to Kal.

“May I help you?” Lex asked, scratching through the deep red-gold curls on his lower belly. Kal’s gaze focused on Lex’s hand and Lex’s smirk grew.

“I have made your beverage of coffee. It is on table.” Kal rose, and the space between them became non-existent. “Because you are clean, we must first do sex-u-al intercourse.”

Lex found Kal’s blatant words really hot. His dick sproinged in agreement. It appeared that his wish to at least get laid again was about to be fulfilled. He put his palm flat on Kal’s broad chest, which caused Kal to suck in a sharp breath. “I suppose it is our wedding night.”

Kal lifted his hand and hesitated, hovering near Lex’s bicep. He licked his lips, breathed out heavily through his nose, and met Lex’s gaze. “I request, Lex Kal-El, to lay hands on you, as is my right and is my duty.”

“You’ve touched me without permission before,” Lex indicated with his head towards the other room, “out there.”

“It is permitted only within bonding oath,” Kal said. “You must give permission to initiate sex-u-al intercourse and care.”

“Consider permission granted,” Lex purred. He slid his palm up Kal’s chest, curved around the back of his neck, and brought their bodies flush together.

Kal’s large hands landed on Lex’s bare skin without further hesitation. He made a small sound in the back of his throat and then said something with an awestruck voice in his native tongue. Lex could feel trembling, as Kal stroked tentatively over Lex’s arms and back. His expression was a mixure of shock and liking. “You are soft.”

“Not everywhere.” Lex poked his hardened cock into Kal’s thigh. Lifting onto his toes, as Kal was a half-head taller, Lex kissed him.

Kal’s eyes widened and he jerked his head back. “What are you doing?”

“Kissing you.” Lex toyed with the fringe on the nape of Kal’s neck. “Don’t mates kiss on Krypton?”

“No.” Kal’s lips drew downward in the corners. “I have read of ‘kiss’ during my Human Studies requirement at Academy. It is a sign of human affection.”

“It can be.”

“I do not have affection for you.”

Lex’s mouth pursed at the odd pang in his chest. “Humans kiss for sexual reasons, too, but if you just want to fuck, let’s get to it.”

Kal ran his hand along Lex’s spine. “I do not know what means ‘fuck’.”

“It’s slang for sex,” Lex said, hooking his fingers under Kal’s collar and tugging. “Take your clothes off and I’ll demonstrate.”

Kal inclined his head as if he were a king granting a boon. “We shall have sex-u-al intercourse now.”

Lex refrained from rolling his eyes and climbed on the bed. The round mattress dipped and conformed to Lex’s body, as he sprawled wantonly across it. He’d paint a more sensual picture if the coverlet had color, white washed-out his skin. He pillowed an arm behind his head, as there were no actual pillows, and watched Kal strip. Licking his lips, he slowly stroked his cock as Kal’s body was revealed inch by gorgeous inch.

Strong shoulders curved into bulging biceps and forearms. Nickel-sized chocolate nipples hardened on defined pecs when exposed to the air. Ridges of muscle rippled on a tapered torso with, surprisingly, no navel. David-lines cut sharply from hip to groin. No hair marred all that golden skin, as the jumpsuit was pushed lower and lower.

Lex almost protested when Kal bent forward to shove the jumpsuit down his legs. Kal’s thighs were like corded tree trunks, bumping up to his knees. His rock-hard calf muscles shifted beneath smooth skin, as each foot raised to step out of the clothes. Lex’s ass twitched in anticipation at the sight of Kal’s huge feet. He focused on the shadowed area of Kal’s groin, waiting hungrily for Kal to unbend. With his size, Kal’s cock should be—

Kal straightened.

—Tiny?!

Lex gaped unattractively, staring at the itty-bitty thing sticking straight out from Kal’s smooth groin. Kal’s cock couldn’t be three inches long and the width of two fingers— two woman’s fingers. He had huge balls swinging down between his legs, his scrotum the size of a softball, quite larger than average and what Lex had been hoping.

But his cock! Aliens were supposed to be hung! They kidnapped humans to use as sex slaves, raping them in every hole with their massive pricks! Lex had been expecting tentacle porn and all he got was a pencil nub?

He might actually cry.

Kal moved onto the bed, crawling from the bottom up between Lex’s legs, and blanketed Lex with his body. He bore his weight on his forearms and thrust his hips against Lex’s. His tiny cock stabbed at Lex’s balls, a wonderous expression on his face. “Now I know why touch is forbidden.”

Fondness tickled Lex’s emotions. Kal looked so much like Cletus at the moment, his well-liked pet. It was obvious, too, that Kal was a virgin, and Lex had a soft spot for virgins; he could train them to perform sex tricks exactly as he liked.

Kal shifted his hips again, breathed heavily, and stared wide-eyed at Lex, a hint of panic in his voice. “We must do sex-u-al intercourse now.”

Lex’s mouth curved. The virgin was about to come. He supposed he could let Kal take the edge off with an anal fuck. Kal wouldn’t last more than a thrust, and then Lex could start Kal’s obedience training.

“Kneel up,” he instructed, pushing lightly at Kal’s shoulders.

Confusion marred Kal’s brow. “We must do sex—”

“—ual intercourse now, I know,” Lex finished for Kal. “Trust me. Kneel up.”

Kal’s expression became bullish even as he complied. “This is not how I have been taught.”

“I’ll stay on my back, stop fretting.” Lex lifted his legs and put his ankles on Kal’s shoulders. Kal glanced at each foot and then back at Lex. The confused-puppy look returned.

“Lean over me again,” Lex said.

“Will you not be broken?”

“No. Trust me.”

Kal looked suspicious but did as told. Lex’s back muscles stretched until his knees were up by his ears. Kal braced himself on his hands on either side of Lex’s head and legs.

Craning his neck – Lex wished there were pillows – he spit into a cupped palm and reached between their bodies. He could barely see Kal’s puny prick sticking up behind his cock and balls. He was prepared for Kal to shoot the second he touched Kal, but was pleasantly impressed when all Kal did was inhale sharply.

Kal’s rigid cock was very warm in Lex’s hand and the wide slit in the tip leaked heavily. Lex swiped the viscous substance with his thumb and rubbed it along Kal’s shaft, along with his spit. Kal tremored above him.

“I’m going to put your cock up my ass now,” Lex murmured, guiding Kal forward with a hand on his hip.

“My what?” Kal said.

“Your cock.” Lex flexed his hand around Kal’s shaft. “It’s slang for your penis.”

Kal almost conked their heads as he looked down, to see between them. Lex felt the tip of Kal’s cock kiss his hole. “You are doing it incorrectly.”

“Who’s the virgin here?” Lex said. He relaxed and bore down slightly. “Now, push your penis into me.”

Kal thrust his hips forward abruptly, shoving all the way inside in a single move, but he was so small, Lex barely felt the burn. Lex let his head fall back, adjusted his hips on the bed, and stared up at Kal. He smothered a laugh. Kal’s eyes looked ready to pop out of his head.

“I had forgot that humans had an internal pouch,” Kal stated with a strain to his tone. “You are most hot inside. And tight.”

“I can be tighter.” Lex squeezed his ass muscles. Kal’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. Lex stroked his hands up Kal’s straining chest and tweaked his nipples. “All you need to do now is start mooooooooooooooo—”

Lex’s word turned into a bovine howl as Kal’s cock flipped a switch to super-vibrate. The tiny cock hammered against his prostate in the absolute perfect spot. Orgasm melted his brain within moments, his body jerking, spitting come on his chest. He clasped his hands behind Kal’s neck and held on as another pleasure-wave slammed into him. He would never disparage tiny alien penises again.

The vibrations went on endlessly. Lex’s senses overloaded and he floated on a pink cloud of bliss. His hands lost their hold and his arms flopped above his head. His nose rested against a knee and he drooled from his slackened mouth on the bed. His legs numbed from being by his ears too long. He could no longer even feel Kal’s cock whirring away inside him.

His first indication Kal was done was the tingles shooting up his legs. He rolled his head on the mattress and blinked to moisten his eyeballs. He discovered his legs had unfolded, though his ankles still rested on Kal’s shoulders. Kal had knelt up and was playing curiously with Lex’s scrotum.

Lex let his legs fall to the bed and whimpered when the pins and needles increased their torture. Kal glanced up from his fondling. “You are awake.”

“Yeah,” Lex croaked, his throat parched from yodeling in pleasure. “What are you doing?”

“I have recalled your external pouch is decoy for protection, from my seminar on mating with humans.” Kal poked Lex’s balls, and then wrapped his fingers around Lex’s flaccid cock and wiggled it. “Your penis is bigger than I thought it will be.” His lips curled on one side in a semblance of a smile. “I do not think you will fit in my pouch.”

“Hn.” Lex struggled up to his elbows. He felt like a limp noodle with painful tingles in his legs. “You’d be surprised where I can fit that thing.”

Kal tugged gently at Lex’s pubic hair. “You have fur, also.”

“Puberty,” Lex said, becoming defensive. “The meteorite shower I was in only killed the exposed follicles on my head. My face being mashed in the ground protected my eyebrows and eyelashes. I’m just lucky I didn’t grow chest hair when puberty hit, or I’d really look like a freak.”

“What is ‘freak’?” Kal said.

“It means the same as disfigured.”

Kal waved his hand imperiously. “I have decided you are adequate for my duties.”

Lex’s lips twisted wryly. “Gee, thanks.”

Kal unfolded himself, his spent cock dangling like a mini-thumb above his huge sac, and walked off the bed without losing his balance. He picked up his jumpsuit, went over to a door Lex hadn’t noticed previously, and thumbed the small iridescent touchpad on the wall. It glowed blue briefly and the door slid silently open. The angle prevented Lex from seeing what was beyond it. Kal walked through opening, the door slid shut, and Lex was left alone.

“Holy fuck,” Lex muttered, dropping flat. He stared at the white ceiling; his mind spinning while his body throbbed in recovery. From little packages do come the best presents. He didn’t know if he’d actually survive multiple sexual encounters with Kal. He didn’t know how he survived before his sexual encounter with Kal. Humans had nothing on Kryptonian cock.

Now that he’d gone alien, he was never going back.

Lex blinked, disoriented, trying to force his sleep-clouded mind to clear. He must’ve knocked his pillows on the floor again. He didn’t remember going to bed, though he’d been having the wildest dream…

Lex sat up quickly, wobbled as his head spun briefly, and rubbed his eyes. Three pale gray glowing squares were the only light in the room. His mind supplied their purpose: touchpads the size of a thumb that opened the doors to the bathroom, the living area, and to wherever Kal had gone. Still on Krypton, then.

Stretching, he scooted to the edge of the round bed, wondering how to find the light switch. He didn’t remember turning the light off before falling asleep. He didn’t remember seeing any lights, either. Then again, he had been pretty occupied having multiple orgasms.

Lex’s bladder didn’t care about the lack of light and insisted it was time to use the bathroom. He stood, squeaked at the coldness of the floor, and put his hands out blindly so as not to stumble into anything.

The room brightened slowly, like a sunrise hidden within the walls. Lex’s eyes adjusted easily and marveled that the walls were the light source. The floor, ceiling, and doors were a dull white in comparison.

The bathroom hadn’t changed since he’d last used it, though he noticed the walls lit automatically when he entered the cramped room. His towel and jumpsuit still lay on the floor. The lack of toilet paper and soap became an issue, but Lex made do. His thoughts wandered as he went through his morning ablutions. He hadn’t awoken in a hospital, funny farm, or in his own bed with a hangover, which meant accepting Krypton as his new reality. He shifted his mental gearshaft from questioning the delusion to ways to profit from it. Exploring his surroundings would give him an idea if anything that had money-making or prestige-earning potential. Then, he’d need to learn the native language in order to communicate his wants and broker deals. Finally, he’d have set up a trade route, to bring Kryptonian science and technology to Earth. It had to be a closed trade route, one that he and loyal minions could only use, so the market wouldn’t be flooded.

He smiled and tapped his fingertips together under the shower spray. An excellent plan. One he could execute while still availing himself for sex with Kal and his magical penis.

Lex grabbed the tapered shower hose, poked it up his ass, and his smile turned dreamy, thinking of Kal’s cock. Was it all Kryptonians, or just Kal, that had such an appendage? Lex’s ass squeezed around the water-spurting nozzle at the thought of servicing hundreds and hundreds of Kryptonians with their vibrating dicks. He planted a hand on the wall for balance, wrapped the other around his erection, and jacked to the imagery. He’d be on his back on the round bed, knees permanently by his ears, gorgeous men standing in a never-ending line waiting their turn to fuck him.

“Oh, yeah.” Lex’s jism spattered on the cubicle wall.

Eventually, Lex finished his shower, dried off, and kicked the towel into the corner with the other. Jor-El had said that clothing would be provided for him and Lex took it to mean more than one jumpsuit.

The bedroom held no furnishings other than a bed, but Lex knew there had to be a closet of sorts. Since there had been recessed shelves in the bathroom, he made a thorough examination of the white bedroom walls. He found success with a barely discernable panel the size of his hand on the same wall as Kal’s door. Lex put his hand in the center of the faint-lined square and pushed. He grinned when he heard a click and the section of the wall beside him slid open. Genius IQ at work.

The inset closet wasn’t very large. Five shelves held folded jumpsuits in a wide variety of colors and several piles of white elastic sashes. Pretty shift dresses hung from a short bar above a single row of calf-high, soft-soled boots. Jor-El must have been unsure which gender he’d select for Kal’s mate when he’d prepared the quarters.

Lex fiddled with the sashes, pondering what they were for, before choosing a jumpsuit in bright, shiny purple. His flaccid cock made an interesting lump at the crotch. He supposed tiny penises wouldn’t show in the form-fitting suit. He did wonder how Kal tucked his nuts in one.

Few pieces of furniture broke up the vastness of the room. A curved sofa, made of the same body-conforming material as the bed, sectioned off an area facing the blank wall. Four chairs stood around a long table built from what appeared to be white metal. A cold cup of coffee stood in front of one chair.

A touchpad button near the table revealed an entire wall of window, the white wall covering sliding up into the ceiling. Outside, Lex had a wonderful view of another skyscraper, its reflective windows exposing nothing.

Lex craned his neck and peered upwards through the window. He could see a sliver of the pale purple sky.

Continuing his exploration, Lex found what he determined to be the kitchen area in one corner of the open room. Evenly spaced pop-panels like the one for the closet opened cabinets stacked with sectioned plates, short plastic cups, sporks, various cooking utensils, canned foods, boxed foods, canned beverages, coffee grounds, tea bags, and cold storage cabinet with milk, juice, and cheap-labeled wine in it. Everything was recognizable and labeled in English, which amused Lex. Aliens visited different planets to go grocery shopping?

Lex shut the cabinets and glanced around. He knew which door led out into the hallway. Beside it, set in the wall, was a control panel with four colored touch buttons. He poked one at random, the red button, and his lips curved when a thin, flat screen descended from the ceiling in front of the curved couch. The screen flared to life. The melodic tones of Kryptonian filled the quarters, as two women seated behind a desk in what looked like a newsroom appeared on screen. Kryptonian TV.

The rest of the room was nothing but white open space. Two doors with thumbpad buttons divided the remaining wall. The one closest to the kitchen area held another long table, with a cushiony surface, pushed against the far wall, with twelve evenly spaced hoses dangling from the ceiling above it. The hoses had soft, tapered nozzles that didn’t seem to do anything. He’d ask Kal later.

The second door revealed a smaller version of the medical bay from the cave. Lex’s brows shot up. Metal table, dangling equipment, and walls of buttons, screens and panels, it was all there. He didn’t know whether to feel dread or excitement.

Leaving the room, Lex adjusted his semi hard-on and perched his hands on his hips. He hadn’t seen anything resembling a computer or books. He’d checked the walls for other hidden panels but found none. He’d thought Jor-El had said the quarters would be human-compatible. Wouldn’t that include English-Kryptonian dictionaries or travel guides?

“You have need of me, Lex?” Kal appeared from the doorway to the bedroom, dressed in a red jumpsuit with black slashes across the chest. His hair was tussled and red lines creased his face. He looked like he’d just woken up.

“How did you know?” Lex said. Did Kryptonians have mind-reading capabilities?

“You summoned me,” Kal replied, walking over to him. He pointed towards the panel beside the front door. “You pressed yellow button; it chimes in my quarters.”

“I guess I did, then.” Lex filed the button information away. “Do you have some sort of guidebook for humans about Krypton? I’d like to learn more about my new home.”

Kal inclined his head. “It is in my quarters. I shall return.”

Kal headed for the bedroom. Lex followed. Kal opened the door by the closet and stepped through with Lex at his heels. The door led to a bedroom identical to Lex’s, which led out into a grandiose living area in a lovely shade of white. The quarters looked more lived in, however, than Lex’s own. Several flat screens, each the size of a piece of paper, littered the table. What could only be a very thin laptop, with flat monitor and touch keyboard, fitted in an empty spot on the table in front of a pushed-back chair. Colorful jumpsuits, some folded, some in a pile, sat on the curved white couch. The descended television flickered with a picture but no sound. One of the kitchen area cabinets stood open.

Kal went over to the couch and unearthed another thin laptop from beneath the mountain of unfolded clothing. He handed it to Lex. “This is your booklet. Do not lose it. Translation programming is costing.”

“Costly,” Lex corrected absently, studying the ‘booklet’ in his hands. It was very light and possibly made of the same silver alloy of the octagonal disk. It opened without any latches, exposing a flat monitor and touch keyboard with keys marked with English letters and Kryptonian symbols. There seemed to be no power button or ports. “How long does the battery last?”

“It is powered by array.” Kal pointed towards the ceiling. “The array powers all things on Krypton.”

Satellite power, Lex guessed in translation. “Does it come with a map?”

“It can access any map on feed,” Kal said. “Do you desire to be at specific location?”

“No. I thought I’d go exploring,” Lex said, closing the booklet. He’d take it back to his own quarters to play around with it. He hated when people looked over his shoulder.

Kal inclined his head again. “Kandor is a city of intellect and splendor.”

“So the brochure said.” Lex started back to his own quarters.

“I shall clean my body and be in for your care in ten dendaro.”

Lex’s cock surged and his ass twitched. “I’ll be waiting.”

Lex sat on his bed, one leg bent, the other stretched out to the side. The booklet lay open in front of him. He’d figured he had about ten minutes of waiting before Kal came to fuck him and being idle wasn’t his strong suit.

The booklet was an advanced computer, Lex found, as his fingertips typed on the touch-keys. Lex knew little about computers except for how to use them. He could care less about programming and other nerdy things. Typing, clicking, and having the information appear instantly were all he cared about, and if his computer broke, or crashed, or whatever it was called, he simply phoned someone to fix it immediately.

He could hazard a guess, though, on how the translation program worked on the booklet. He typed in a word and an internal language dictionary translated it from English to Kryptonian. The English letters most likely matched the Kryptonian symbols on the touch keys, giving Lex an alphabetic reference. That didn’t mean the letter combination M-A-P in English had any meaning in Kryptonian. Like in any language, the words for things were different. A dog was a canis was a perro was a chien was a hund.

Playing around, it seemed that there were no base programs on the booklet, like word processors or email. The booklet turned on automatically, or, possibly, could always be on, when Lex unfolded it. The flat screen displayed a blank dark green page with a white box in the upper corner. When Lex started typing, words appeared in the white box. He couldn’t find an enter key, but trial and error – and smacking the screen in frustration –caused an abundance of names to appear on the monitor.

It didn’t take Lex’s genius IQ long to understand the monitor was touch sensitive, as well. His pointer finger became the computer mouse, touch-clicking on links with instant results. The white box was the search engine and typing a new word, then touching the screen, changed the listing of links.

Lex learned quickly that pornography had no Kryptonian translation, the monetary unit was the za, and pictures were three-dimensional and the angled viewpoint of them could change with a touch. An image of three guys in front of what looked to be a waterfall of fire could be viewed straight on, looking down at the guys’ heads from above, from behind the waterfall of fire, or looking up their noses. The English translation of whatever link he clicked was also very literal, which made for amusing reading. Articles and prepositions disappeared, verbs weren’t in the correct tenses, and adjectives and adverbs appeared misplaced.

Lex glanced up as Kal entered silently through the connecting door. Kal wore the same red jumpsuit with black stripes, and his hair curled wetly over his forehead and around his ears. He held one of the sheet-screens Lex had seen on the table. He didn’t say anything or stop as he walked through Lex’s bedroom to the living area.

Lex’s wait for sex was to continue, apparently. His attention returned to the booklet. The maps he’d drawn up gave detailed information, but couldn’t say what might be profitable. He’d have to determine that by sight, first hand.

The maps also couldn’t show him where he was now living, at least without an address. Lex typed “directory” into the search engine. A few trial-and-error touches and he located a residence listing. He touched the letter “E” and forwarded the screen pages until he found the correct information.

Lex got a notion, screened to the “L” listings, and found his name again. Luth-Or, Lex: see El, Kal. The directory listed all names, but grouped addresses by married names, he determined. Or by adoptive names, in Cletus’s case. A few touches pulled up Kent, Cletus (El, Klyd), Earth, United States, Kansas, Smallville, Hickory Lane, 1414.

Lex went back to Kal-El’s listing and memorized their address. Kandor, Rulun, 148, F/P. He knew they were on the 148^th floor, which meant that F/P must be their quarters. Perhaps Rulun was the name of the building.

“Lex, breakfast is prepared.”

Lex looked up to see Kal walking away from the bedroom door. He picked up his booklet and headed into the living area. “Is the name of this building Rulun?”

“It is,” Kal said. He stood by a place setting at the table. Lex’s brows arched at the spread. It looked like an advertisement for a cereal company. A bowl filled with brown flakes topped with fruit slices sat in the center of a white woven place mat. A plate of toast with pats of butter was set to the upper corner of the placemat, with short glasses of orange juice, milk, and coffee in the other. A spork rested on a folded white napkin beside the bowl.

“You fixed this for me?” Lex said, sitting in the proffered chair. He set his booklet beside the placemat.

“Humans require three eatings a day.” Kal picked up the sheet-screen and read from it. “These are called ‘breakfast’, ‘lunch’, and ‘dinner’ and are at timed intervals. Breakfast is morning eating and highest importance.”

“They’re called ‘meals’, and I usually don’t eat breakfast.” Lex nodded with his chin towards the sheet-screen. “What is that?”

“It is receptacle