Lex's Fulfillment

[Sacsteve]

[COLOR=#000000]I .started this about a year ago at the superman erotic stories site, but have had a hard time finding the time to finish. I envisioned this as leading to an encounter of near equals, and the story being driven in part by the overriding power of Lex's fixation on his well known adversary. If anyone else can have fun with it, go to it. I may pick it up again myself someday.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]His anger was now the only emotion he recognized. The target of that passion was, of course, his opponent of nearly twenty years, the Man of Steel. Lex had devoted his energy and genius night and day to his mission to vanquish the Kryptonian, but what had it accomplished? Lex now found himself at 38, having spent most of his adult life behind bars or, as now, a fugitive, working secretly on inventions and plots that one after the other had failed to overcome his nemesis. All other pursuits in life had loss their purpose ? wealth held no pleasure, it came too easily, and power over lesser men seemed merely an aggravation. Lex had long since discarded the emotional bonds of friendship or any other form of intimacy with others. The only living being who mattered to him was the man that he had failed to destroy.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Lex had come to realize that only one form of conquest could bring the satisfaction he sought. He must destroy his enemy personally, with his own hands if possible. To that end, Lex?s research revolved around projects aimed at making his nemesis vulnerable by draining his superhuman energies. Although attempts to accomplish the same goal had been tried and failed before, Lex believed he had reached the key. He hypothesized that the Kryptonian?s atomic structure varied from those of this world both by atomic density and structure, but that density and structure could be altered by radiation at the appropriate vibration, and that properly calibrated such vibrating radiation would leave a man who was ?super? no more.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]It would not be enough, however, to simply render his opponent mortal and then shoot him. Such an easy death would not be personal enough for Lex. He lay awake at night dreaming of crushing the life out of his foe, to see that worshiped face bruised and bloody, and to hear that once deep and confident voice begging him for mercy that would not be shown. Lex spent nearly every waking hour not engaged in his radiation research conditioning his body and training in martial arts that Lex would use to annihilate his enemy once his alien defenses were eliminated.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Eight months after having started work to term his theory into a device that he could use against his opponent, Lex had hit a seemingly insurmountable obstacle. He had the means to transmit a blast that could alter its target?s atomic structure, but it was useless unless properly calibrated. To accomplish that would require knowledge of the atomic structure at issue. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Just when Lex felt stymied, fate threw a twist in his path that opened a course he had never considered. As the deadly effect of Kryptonite on Krypton?s sole survivor became increasingly well known, authorities around the world had worked to gather the substance and place it beyond the reach of those who would harm Earth?s protector. However, a black market of unconfiscated material survived, and invariably pictures of the samples for sale made their way to Lex. Reviewing a picture of one such sample, Lex?s eyes did a double take. He saw in the sample a pattern inconsistent with the rest of the rock. Lex knew he had to have that rock, regardless of the extortionate terms on which it was offered. Once obtained, Lex?s suspiscions were confirmed. He unearthed a remnant of organic Kryptonian material ? a fossil ? buried in the glowing green rock. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Even in a fossilized state, Lex believed the remnant of Kryptonian life could provide the means to calibrate the shift between the atomic structure of life originating under the sun of Krypton and life originating in our solar system. Nevertheless, Lex recognized that a successful effect would likely only result from a trial and error process. However, the danger of facing his enemy?s unstoppable force if Lex?s calculations were wrong was too great a risk, and his target was unlikely to allow Lex have more than one opportunity to utilize his device.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]It was contemplating this issue that Lex suddenly recognized that he had approached his mission in the wrong direction. While it would be impossible to test his device on compliant samples of Kryptonian life, there was no such obstacle to testing the device in reverse upon creatures originating here ? to utilize the device to increase atomic density and energy to the levels he now knew corresponded to those of life on Krypton. The sole issue would be to provide the additional energy needed for the transformation. While a shift from Kryptonian to earthly levels would have simply resulted in dissipating energy, the shift in the opposite direction would require an additional power source that could come from only one source ? kryptonite.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Lex set to work immediately reconfiguring his device. He calculated that he had on hand enough Kryptonite to perform tests on small subjects. His first attempts on mice ended gruesomely, with the poor rodents squealling in pain and exploding. Curiously, each attempt left the kryptonite sample utilized for power a grey stone, no longer radiating any noticeable energy. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Lex determined that the root of his failures lay in the rate at which he exposed his subjects to the change. Lex drugged a small white mouse into unconsciousness and placed it in a plexiglass box underneath his device. After placing his green power source in place, Lex set the machine to release its force at the slowest rate he could reach. Hours passed without visible reaction in the comatose animal. Slowly, the animal began to stir. It came back to consciousness in a state of shock, moving slowly in its cube, then faster and faster. Suddenly, the terrified creature smashed into the wall of its cube ? knocking it to the floor and cracking its walls. The animal smashed its way through the walls of its carrier, and began hurtling itself across the room, knocking over large pieces of equipment as they came in its path.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Lex realized he had caused the creation of a new Kryptonian, in the form of a small white mouse. However, any pleasure in his accomplishment was outweighed by fear for the danger this small white steamroller ricocheting across his laboratory posed for his device and to him. Lex quickly grabbed and opened a small, lead-lined metal box. Inside was another piece of glowing green rock. Almost immediately, the mouse slowed in its tracks. It made squeals of pain as it rolled on its sides as Lex approached it with the box. When the animal finally lay still, Lex picked it up by the tail and dropped it inside the box with the radiant green rock.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Later, as Lex studied the animal?s corpse, he fully realized the magnitude of his success. Even as a lifeless form, the animal?s reformed Kryptonian structure remained stable and indestructible. However, the experiments that had led him to this point had all but depleted his store of Kryptonite. To proceed further, he would need to obtain more, much more.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Lex invested virtually all of his hidden financial resources in acquiring every ounce available in private hands. Lex considered breaking into the stockpiles held under security by various governments, but decided that it was best to avoid any strategy that might raise his enemy?s suspicions. As word spread someone was willing to pay any price, the price of the rocks escalated rapidly, but it did not matter to Lex, as he knew that eventual success would make any expense meaningless.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]After weeks of utilizing his criminal contacts, Lex determined it was unlikely any further samples remained for acquisition. He considered the irony that he was now personally responsible for taking out of other criminal hands all samples of his enemy?s weakness. However, he determined that he had acquired enough material for the one transformation that mattered ? his.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]From his initial failed animal experiments, Lex realized that a mistake in his calculations would be catastrophic for him. His greatest danger was a too rapid exposure to the transformation, but he also had determined that performing it too slow might make cause the exposure to have no effect other than draining the energy from his kryptonite samples. He spent hours painstakingly calculating the rate at the transformation should occur [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Lex knew that to endure the pain that the process would likely entail, he would need to be in a comatose state. Lex placed himself on a stretcher underneath his device, scheduled to begin its work after the time necessary for coma inducing drugs to take effect. As Lex turned the switch to began the intravenous injection of the numbing drugs into his bloodstream, Lex realized it was a gamble at best that he would ever emerge from the darkness invading his mind. His last sights and sounds were those of his lab generating the power needed for his throw of the dice, and his last conscious sensation was a mild burning as the energy flow reached his exposed flesh.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]The first sensation calling Lex back to life was a cacophony of sound unlike anything Lex had ever heard. Lex breathed, only to realize that his nose filled with overpowering smells, but before Lex could try to make any sense of the odors his body cramped in pain, and he again lost consciousness. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]When Lex drifted back into awareness, he began to realize that the sounds that he heard were simply those of the space around him, the hum of the machine, his heart, the blood rushing through his veins, a dripping in a sink nearby, heard at level he had before experienced. As he listened his brain sorted out the sounds, and enabled him to concentrate on them one at a time, or simply place them in the background of his thoughts. Similarly, he realized what he had smelled was his own sweat and the materials in his laboratory. He could also provide them as much or as little attention as he willed. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]As the pain throughout his body subsided, Lex pulled himself off the stretcher and stood on his feet. Although disoriented and exhausted, he knew immediately he was a changed man. For one thing, he could literally feel his body recovering and at the same time expanding. He looked at his hands, and knew they were actually larger than before, and he could see them gradually enlarging still. Lex attempted to walk but found it hard to maintain his balance. Lex climbed back onto the stretcher and again passed out of consciousness.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]After about an hour, Lex felt his internal upheaval coming to an end and again got to his feet. This time he was able to stand and walk without difficulty. The sense that he was not the man he had been was now even more pronounced. Lex turned and caught his reflection in the metal lining a wall of his laboratory. His initial shock turned to satisfied laughter as he assessed what even this crude mirror revealed. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Were it not for the bald head, Lex would not have thought the reflection revealed another man in the room with him. That man possessed an astonishing physique. His frame was actually now several inches taller than the 6 foot he had been for years. But more astonishing was his muscular development ? which had apparently responded to the increased atomic density by expanding to its natural limits. The only person Lex could think of whose overall muscle mass and heightened development now even compared to his was his nemesis himself. Lex immediately realized that this explained what he had long wondered about his foe ? how could a being for whom no object offered any real resistance have developed such a hypertrophied body. It was apparently simply the physical reflection of the energy within. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]As Lex assessed his own now oversized biceps, broad chest, and tapered waist, he thought that the object of his hatred looked no longer so imposing. He would later realize that he was now several inches taller than his opponent, and was thus proportionately larger throughout his frame. Even Lex?s face has been altered by an expanse of fully developed cheek and jaw muscle tissue.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Although the change in his appearance was a startling surprise, Lex needed to determine the extent of the change that would not show in a mirror. Lex approached the steel door to his laboratory that he had bolted close when he started his procedure. Lex made a fist, pulled it back, and hurtled it at the door. His hand burst through the metal door like it was made of paper. He brought his hand back through the punctured metal and looked at it. No cuts, no bruising, no sign of even an abrasion, and, most significantly, no pain. He smiled, as the extent of his success became clear. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Lex reached over picked up a palm-sized radiation detector, and used it to examine the Kryptonite samples he had used to power his device. The rocks, no longer a growing green but instead a commonplace grey, no longer provided any trace of radioactive activity. Next, Lex walked across the room and pressed a button on the wall. A lead panel on the wall of his laboratory moved, revealing Lex?s last sample of untouched, glowing kryptonite. Lex felt a pain he had never experienced at his core. He fell to the floor struggling to breathe. Then the lead panel shut close again, removing the green rock from sight. He felt the pain inside him subside, and realized that this test had confirmed that for all intents and purposes, he was now a Kryptonian like his antagonist, and thus shared his vulnerabilities.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]As anxious as he was to confront his opponent on a level playing field, Lex knew it would be foolhardy to do so before he had mastered all of his new abilities, and that even after he had done so he needed to protect his greatest weapon - the element of surprise. Consequently, Lex spent weeks in secret testing and perfecting his skills. He quickly discovered that the largest barrier was convincing his mind that he could raise himself off the ground and hurtle through space, or that he could see through the walls of the buildings around him. Once he had developed the proper means of concentrating to summon these abilities, each of his powers came without effort. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]To keep his presence from being discovered, Lex practiced flight only late at night when he would not be seen. He found the experience exhilarating. He would hide himself behind the tails of aircraft, and follow. [/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Lex turned over and over in his thoughts how and when what ?the Encounter? should take place. Lex recognized that it would only be their first and not their final encounter. Whereas one human combatant might succeed in killing another just by force, the rapid recuperative abilities that he and his foe now shared made such a result virtually impossible. As much as he loathed his enemy, he would not be able to kill him without the use of Kryptonite. But killing his opponent was no longer Lex?s goal. He instead wanted something far more personal ? to humiliate him and finally drive him from his adopted home, this planet, in defeat.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=#000000]Lex?s plan was minimal ? more driven by emotion than calculation. He counted on at least the following advantages. First, the element of surprise. The enemy would not be expecting and was inexperienced in facing a combatant on an equal playing field. Second, and most importantly, Lex knew that his opponent lacked the mindset to attack without mercy, a characteristic basic to Lex?s identity. [/COLOR]
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[Maverick0095875]

really hard to read the black text dude

[Sacsteve]

Sorry, don't know why that happened.

I started this about a year ago at the superman erotic stories site, but have had a hard time finding the time to finish. I envisioned this as leading to an encounter of near equals, and the story being driven in part by the overriding power of Lex's fixation on his well known adversary. If anyone else can have fun with it, go to it. I may pick it up again myself someday.

His anger was now the only emotion he recognized. The target of that passion was, of course, his opponent of nearly twenty years, the Man of Steel. Lex had devoted his energy and genius night and day to his mission to vanquish the Kryptonian, but what had it accomplished? Lex now found himself at 38, having spent most of his adult life behind bars or, as now, a fugitive, working secretly on inventions and plots that one after the other had failed to overcome his nemesis. All other pursuits in life had loss their purpose ? wealth held no pleasure, it came too easily, and power over lesser men seemed merely an aggravation. Lex had long since discarded the emotional bonds of friendship or any other form of intimacy with others. The only living being who mattered to him was the man that he had failed to destroy.

Lex had come to realize that only one form of conquest could bring the satisfaction he sought. He must destroy his enemy personally, with his own hands if possible. To that end, Lex?s research revolved around projects aimed at making his nemesis vulnerable by draining his superhuman energies. Although attempts to accomplish the same goal had been tried and failed before, Lex believed he had reached the key. He hypothesized that the Kryptonian?s atomic structure varied from those of this world both by atomic density and structure, but that density and structure could be altered by radiation at the appropriate vibration, and that properly calibrated such vibrating radiation would leave a man who was ?super? no more.

It would not be enough, however, to simply render his opponent mortal and then shoot him. Such an easy death would not be personal enough for Lex. He lay awake at night dreaming of crushing the life out of his foe, to see that worshiped face bruised and bloody, and to hear that once deep and confident voice begging him for mercy that would not be shown. Lex spent nearly every waking hour not engaged in his radiation research conditioning his body and training in martial arts that Lex would use to annihilate his enemy once his alien defenses were eliminated.

Eight months after having started work to term his theory into a device that he could use against his opponent, Lex had hit a seemingly insurmountable obstacle. He had the means to transmit a blast that could alter its target?s atomic structure, but it was useless unless properly calibrated. To accomplish that would require knowledge of the atomic structure at issue.

Just when Lex felt stymied, fate threw a twist in his path that opened a course he had never considered. As the deadly effect of Kryptonite on Krypton?s sole survivor became increasingly well known, authorities around the world had worked to gather the substance and place it beyond the reach of those who would harm Earth?s protector. However, a black market of unconfiscated material survived, and invariably pictures of the samples for sale made their way to Lex. Reviewing a picture of one such sample, Lex?s eyes did a double take. He saw in the sample a pattern inconsistent with the rest of the rock. Lex knew he had to have that rock, regardless of the extortionate terms on which it was offered. Once obtained, Lex?s suspiscions were confirmed. He unearthed a remnant of organic Kryptonian material ? a fossil ? buried in the glowing green rock.

Even in a fossilized state, Lex believed the remnant of Kryptonian life could provide the means to calibrate the shift between the atomic structure of life originating under the sun of Krypton and life originating in our solar system. Nevertheless, Lex recognized that a successful effect would likely only result from a trial and error process. However, the danger of facing his enemy?s unstoppable force if Lex?s calculations were wrong was too great a risk, and his target was unlikely to allow Lex have more than one opportunity to utilize his device.

It was contemplating this issue that Lex suddenly recognized that he had approached his mission in the wrong direction. While it would be impossible to test his device on compliant samples of Kryptonian life, there was no such obstacle to testing the device in reverse upon creatures originating here ? to utilize the device to increase atomic density and energy to the levels he now knew corresponded to those of life on Krypton. The sole issue would be to provide the additional energy needed for the transformation. While a shift from Kryptonian to earthly levels would have simply resulted in dissipating energy, the shift in the opposite direction would require an additional power source that could come from only one source ? kryptonite.

Lex set to work immediately reconfiguring his device. He calculated that he had on hand enough Kryptonite to perform tests on small subjects. His first attempts on mice ended gruesomely, with the poor rodents squealling in pain and exploding. Curiously, each attempt left the kryptonite sample utilized for power a grey stone, no longer radiating any noticeable energy.

Lex determined that the root of his failures lay in the rate at which he exposed his subjects to the change. Lex drugged a small white mouse into unconsciousness and placed it in a plexiglass box underneath his device. After placing his green power source in place, Lex set the machine to release its force at the slowest rate he could reach. Hours passed without visible reaction in the comatose animal. Slowly, the animal began to stir. It came back to consciousness in a state of shock, moving slowly in its cube, then faster and faster. Suddenly, the terrified creature smashed into the wall of its cube ? knocking it to the floor and cracking its walls. The animal smashed its way through the walls of its carrier, and began hurtling itself across the room, knocking over large pieces of equipment as they came in its path.

Lex realized he had caused the creation of a new Kryptonian, in the form of a small white mouse. However, any pleasure in his accomplishment was outweighed by fear for the danger this small white steamroller ricocheting across his laboratory posed for his device and to him. Lex quickly grabbed and opened a small, lead-lined metal box. Inside was another piece of glowing green rock. Almost immediately, the mouse slowed in its tracks. It made squeals of pain as it rolled on its sides as Lex approached it with the box. When the animal finally lay still, Lex picked it up by the tail and dropped it inside the box with the radiant green rock.

Later, as Lex studied the animal?s corpse, he fully realized the magnitude of his success. Even as a lifeless form, the animal?s reformed Kryptonian structure remained stable and indestructible. However, the experiments that had led him to this point had all but depleted his store of Kryptonite. To proceed further, he would need to obtain more, much more.

Lex invested virtually all of his hidden financial resources in acquiring every ounce available in private hands. Lex considered breaking into the stockpiles held under security by various governments, but decided that it was best to avoid any strategy that might raise his enemy?s suspicions. As word spread someone was willing to pay any price, the price of the rocks escalated rapidly, but it did not matter to Lex, as he knew that eventual success would make any expense meaningless.

After weeks of utilizing his criminal contacts, Lex determined it was unlikely any further samples remained for acquisition. He considered the irony that he was now personally responsible for taking out of other criminal hands all samples of his enemy?s weakness. However, he determined that he had acquired enough material for the one transformation that mattered ? his.

From his initial failed animal experiments, Lex realized that a mistake in his calculations would be catastrophic for him. His greatest danger was a too rapid exposure to the transformation, but he also had determined that performing it too slow might make cause the exposure to have no effect other than draining the energy from his kryptonite samples. He spent hours painstakingly calculating the rate at the transformation should occur

Lex knew that to endure the pain that the process would likely entail, he would need to be in a comatose state. Lex placed himself on a stretcher underneath his device, scheduled to begin its work after the time necessary for coma inducing drugs to take effect. As Lex turned the switch to began the intravenous injection of the numbing drugs into his bloodstream, Lex realized it was a gamble at best that he would ever emerge from the darkness invading his mind. His last sights and sounds were those of his lab generating the power needed for his throw of the dice, and his last conscious sensation was a mild burning as the energy flow reached his exposed flesh.

The first sensation calling Lex back to life was a cacophony of sound unlike anything Lex had ever heard. Lex breathed, only to realize that his nose filled with overpowering smells, but before Lex could try to make any sense of the odors his body cramped in pain, and he again lost consciousness.

When Lex drifted back into awareness, he began to realize that the sounds that he heard were simply those of the space around him, the hum of the machine, his heart, the blood rushing through his veins, a dripping in a sink nearby, heard at level he had before experienced. As he listened his brain sorted out the sounds, and enabled him to concentrate on them one at a time, or simply place them in the background of his thoughts. Similarly, he realized what he had smelled was his own sweat and the materials in his laboratory. He could also provide them as much or as little attention as he willed.

As the pain throughout his body subsided, Lex pulled himself off the stretcher and stood on his feet. Although disoriented and exhausted, he knew immediately he was a changed man. For one thing, he could literally feel his body recovering and at the same time expanding. He looked at his hands, and knew they were actually larger than before, and he could see them gradually enlarging still. Lex attempted to walk but found it hard to maintain his balance. Lex climbed back onto the stretcher and again passed out of consciousness.

After about an hour, Lex felt his internal upheaval coming to an end and again got to his feet. This time he was able to stand and walk without difficulty. The sense that he was not the man he had been was now even more pronounced. Lex turned and caught his reflection in the metal lining a wall of his laboratory. His initial shock turned to satisfied laughter as he assessed what even this crude mirror revealed.

Were it not for the bald head, Lex would not have thought the reflection revealed another man in the room with him. That man possessed an astonishing physique. His frame was actually now several inches taller than the 6 foot he had been for years. But more astonishing was his muscular development ? which had apparently responded to the increased atomic density by expanding to its natural limits. The only person Lex could think of whose overall muscle mass and heightened development now even compared to his was his nemesis himself. Lex immediately realized that this explained what he had long wondered about his foe ? how could a being for whom no object offered any real resistance have developed such a hypertrophied body. It was apparently simply the physical reflection of the energy within.

As Lex assessed his own now oversized biceps, broad chest, and tapered waist, he thought that the object of his hatred looked no longer so imposing. He would later realize that he was now several inches taller than his opponent, and was thus proportionately larger throughout his frame. Even Lex?s face has been altered by an expanse of fully developed cheek and jaw muscle tissue.

Although the change in his appearance was a startling surprise, Lex needed to determine the extent of the change that would not show in a mirror. Lex approached the steel door to his laboratory that he had bolted close when he started his procedure. Lex made a fist, pulled it back, and hurtled it at the door. His hand burst through the metal door like it was made of paper. He brought his hand back through the punctured metal and looked at it. No cuts, no bruising, no sign of even an abrasion, and, most significantly, no pain. He smiled, as the extent of his success became clear.

Lex reached over picked up a palm-sized radiation detector, and used it to examine the Kryptonite samples he had used to power his device. The rocks, no longer a growing green but instead a commonplace grey, no longer provided any trace of radioactive activity. Next, Lex walked across the room and pressed a button on the wall. A lead panel on the wall of his laboratory moved, revealing Lex?s last sample of untouched, glowing kryptonite. Lex felt a pain he had never experienced at his core. He fell to the floor struggling to breathe. Then the lead panel shut close again, removing the green rock from sight. He felt the pain inside him subside, and realized that this test had confirmed that for all intents and purposes, he was now a Kryptonian like his antagonist, and thus shared his vulnerabilities.

As anxious as he was to confront his opponent on a level playing field, Lex knew it would be foolhardy to do so before he had mastered all of his new abilities, and that even after he had done so he needed to protect his greatest weapon - the element of surprise. Consequently, Lex spent weeks in secret testing and perfecting his skills. He quickly discovered that the largest barrier was convincing his mind that he could raise himself off the ground and hurtle through space, or that he could see through the walls of the buildings around him. Once he had developed the proper means of concentrating to summon these abilities, each of his powers came without effort.

To keep his presence from being discovered, Lex practiced flight only late at night when he would not be seen. He found the experience exhilarating. He would hide himself behind the tails of aircraft, and follow.

Lex turned over and over in his thoughts how and when what ?the Encounter? should take place. Lex recognized that it would only be their first and not their final encounter. Whereas one human combatant might succeed in killing another just by force, the rapid recuperative abilities that he and his foe now shared made such a result virtually impossible. As much as he loathed his enemy, he would not be able to kill him without the use of Kryptonite. But killing his opponent was no longer Lex?s goal. He instead wanted something far more personal ? to humiliate him and finally drive him from his adopted home, this planet, in defeat.

Lex?s plan was minimal ? more driven by emotion than calculation. He counted on at least the following advantages. First, the element of surprise. The enemy would not be expecting and was inexperienced in facing a combatant on an equal playing field. Second, and most importantly, Lex knew that his opponent lacked the mindset to attack without mercy, a characteristic basic to Lex?s identity.

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[Hunk Golden]

Great story!! Can't wait for more!!!

[Sacsteve]

Lex felt his pulse race as he waited for the arrival of his enemy. He was surrounded by thousands of the sheep who came to worship whenever the alien let it be known that he would be present at a public event. This time they had gathered to watch him start the construction of a new charity building by driving enormous steel rods into the ground. It disgusted Lex that none of these worshippers recognized how the object of their admiration would be mocking them, doing in moments what would take teams of their own weeks to accomplish, and then only by using enormous pieces of machinery.

Lex attempted to minimize the attention he drew by placing himself amidst a group of construction workers at the site. Even among these large men, Lex's gargantuan 6 foot four frame towered, but with an orange hard hat and a bulky flannel shirt covering him, he blended in as best he could. Still, it was hard to ignore the enormous width of his shoulders, the slabs of his chest, and the swelling of the muscles his arms that threatened to explode his over-sized shirt. Lex had decided this was the time to make his move because it brought him an audience of his foe's devoted followers, and the humiliation of being beaten in front of them would be the hardest blow for his rival's sanctimonious ego.

Right on schedule at noon the unsuspecting center of attention landed on the podium constructed for the event, where the Mayor and Governor waited for him. Lex didn't need to strain to see, as Lex's enhanced eyes allowed him to inspect from a distance as if he were standing two feet away. Lex became oblivious to the world around him as he ravenously examined his opponent head to toe.

His rival's appearance made it unavoidable that all eyes would be upon him . His abundant jet black hair ever so slightly russled in the breeze, surrounding an umblemished blue-eyed face of perfectly balanced masculine features. Each part of his perfectly developed body flowed into the next like a living Michelangelo frescoe, pushing the ideal of masculine beauty to its limits. Any other person would look absurd in his blue and red colored costume, but on Lex's opponent it heightened the effect of the expansive chest, the cannon ball deltoids, the swelling arms and thighs, the startling taper of his wide back down to his hips, and the perfect globes of his butt.

Staring at his enemy evoked a jolt of emotion through Lex: anger, hatred, excitement, and something that he couldn't quite name. His body tensed as his heart pounded. Then, as the mayor introduced his unsuspecting opponent over the loud speakers, the crowd erupted in an explosion of applause and cheers which only heightened Lex's aggitated state. It was time for Lex to make his move.

Two large pile drivers on crains towered over the crowd on either side, ready to complete the work of driving support into the ground after the guest of honor departed. As the day's speeches started, Lex surreptitiously sent beams of heat from his eyes at intervals at the top of each crane where the drivers hung, gradually weakening each. Lex timed each carefully so that one would give way mere seconds before the other. Finally the first one gave, sending the enormous metal device hurtling toward the crowd below. Immediately if course, the alien flew from the podium and grabbed the great hammer before it crushed the crowd below. However, just as started lifting the huge piece of metal to safety, he saw that the on other side of the audience another load was hurtling toward the stampeding crowd below.

The second weight, however, didn't hit the ground. Instead, a large man who placed himself underneath it caught the falling object in his hands and held it aloft, carrying it across the construction site, literally hundreds of tons of metal, to an empty space where he gently laid it down.

The crowd stood in silent of this apparent construction worker who had just performed a feat of superhuman ability that they until now had thought only one man was capable of performing, and that man floated in the air several hundred feet away. Gradually, the silence gave way to chears as this mysterious figure walked across the site and stepped up to the podium. He removed his flannel shirt, to reveal a body of staggering proportions, clothed to accentuate his size in a tight white "wife-beater" t-shirt, exposing basketball size deltoids flowing into bulging sinuous arms.

The guest of honor also landed on the podium, although for once he found himself upstaged in the eyes of the on lookers. Immediately he walked across the stage to meet the imposing newcomer who was removing his hardhat to reveal a bald forehead over chiseled features. There was something familiar about his face, but the costumed hero knew that if he had met a man of this remarkable size before, he would remember it. Somewhat uncertainly, he extended his hand to greet the new arrival. "Whoever you are, thanks for the assist. I didn't see the second one in time."

Lex reached out and took the extended right hand into his own. "No problem, it was the least I could do."

The look of uncertainty in the enemy's eyes turned to shock, as he felt an unexpected vise-like squeeze on his hand.

"After all," Lex continued, "I am the reason they fell."

Lex's right arm now yanked his rival toward him. His startled opponent suddenly found himself standing eye to eye and chest to chest with the grinning bald Atlas. Lex couldn't help tensing his hypertrophied pectorals, just so that his target could feel their hardness as they pressed against his. Although there was no denying the astounding physique of his enemy, Lex felt a growing sense of confidence that he was the bigger man.

Looking eye to eye, recognition finally hit the unsuspecting hero. "Lex?!

Lex uttered a short response:

"Let's play."



To be continued, eventually

[tealman353]

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Lex felt a growing sense of confidence that he was the bigger man.

Looking eye to eye, recognition finally hit the unsuspecting hero. "Lex?!

Lex uttered a short response:

"Let's play."

Part 3 [tealman353 and Amazed]

The hero was startled by this utterance. "Lex. What have you done now? What sort of pathetic plan have you cooked up this time? You know how many of your schemes have failed in the past?"

"Never again will I cower behind a a brainless hulking henchmen." replied Lex. "I have the power now. I finally know that nothing will satisfy my need for revenge except a full out head-to-head confrontation with you under my own power. And as you can see, I completely wield the power and beyond to defeat you in raw strength." Lex emphasized his supremacy speech by pulling his opponent in closer and flexing his pumped-up pectorals.

His foe felt the pressure on his own very muscular chest increase to the proportion expected for someone flexing and then beyond expectations. "Well you certainly look stronger, but none can match my strength, no matter what trickery or chemicals they use to weaken me or temporarily empower themselves, with some serious side effects of course."

"Heh Heh. You like my strength now. That was just a taste. I'm not even trying yet..."

"Yeah? What kind of trick are you up to, Luthor?" The entrapped guest of honor gritted through his teeth as the muscled up madman pushed him down to the pavement.

"Heh heh" Lex sneered. "Thats the good part blue steel. No trick this time."

He lifted one arm off of Superman, continuing to hold down the hero with his other, veins and muscle called to full alert and sweat dripping down the juiced up muscle...

He raised up his other arm into a glorious flex, biceps peaked upon peaks, mounds so big they made his head look puny.

"JUST ME. ALL ME. PURE 100% MUSCLE POWER." exclaimed Lex.

The crowd's eyes bulged in disbelief... None were more disbelieving than the colorful squatting hero himself.

"Yeeeah" Lex moaned, watching his flexed peak shoot toward the sky, rippling mountains of veined, sweaty musclemass. Then he looked back down at the entrapped man, who was ripping holes in the concrete pavement with his boots trying to back off the musclebeast's onslaught. Lex locked deeper into the weaker man's trap, holding him down, feeling the hero's superdense frame start to mold under the ultra-intense pressure of his grip. "Hardened steel doesn't even stand a chance against THIS grip" Lex snarled, remembering how he'd trained for his matchup with his enemy. 'Time to stop fooling around,' Lex thought, as he let the hero up.

"Come on. Gimme your best shot, it's your turn to show off." Lex prodded.

His enemy launched himself at Lex at full speed and hoisted him into the air and sped away from the eager crowd that was filming and photographing the whole event.

"This is going to be the best fight he's ever won." said someone from the audience.

"If he wins." said another.

"Yeah. Did you see Lex Megabuff Luthor? His muscles are superior in every way." said a third onlooker.

The cameras were tracking the buff duo through the sky as the hero propelled them away from the crowd.

"Woah. What happened they disappeared from the viewfinder." said Thompson the videographer.

"No there he is." said Thompson's partner pointing.

The colorful hero was still pushing with all his might in mid-air, but Lex seemed to be stuck on an invisible brick wall.

"HA HA HAAA. Even my flight powers are stronger than yours you tiny little wimp."

Lex's struggling foe looked up at the face that belonged to the amazing pectorals he was pushing against. "What do you mean? You can fly now too? You've taken on some of the parasite's abilities now. Now I know how your doing this. I can definitely stop you."

"You think so?" before the hero even processed the question he felt the amazing sensation of falling. No... It was falling... This was faster than falling... Lex was speeding to the ground about 100 feet from the crowd, but in the other side that they started on.

Lex barely even noticed the counter pressure his enemy was providing. He was trying to stop the faster-than-freefall descent and also crush Lex into submission with pure muscle. Without his new super-senses, Lex wouldn't have even noticed the effort.

'Wow.' Lex thought. 'I am now way stronger than this man who has eluded my grasp for so long. This is going to be fun.'

They hit the ground. [boom] The audience shook in their seats as the massive energy in Lex's muscles transfered outward in all directions.

"All right if must come to this... I will not be humiliated in front of all these people. Now is a good time to reveal my new progress." The hero seemed disoriented, but Lex entertained the idea.

"What progress have you made? My weak little friend... or actually you are my mortal enemy... Which brings us back to this." Lex flexed up some huge muscles all over his body. His pecs pushed the hero's head back as they demanded more room. His biceps towered over both of their heads. His abs were the hardest brick wall ever conceived by man or any species. The already massive Quadriceps expanded further, pushing his legs apart.

The dazed man in the colorful suit stepped back and nearly yelled, but at the last moment decided it was more dramatic to speak softly, "This progress. I've been working out." Then he flexed his whole body in the classic stance. His legs were spread apart and his head was thrown back, his hair rustling in the wind. He pointed his wrists outward from his waist and made two fists. He commanded forth the power he was secretly building for many years. He knew he would need pure brute strength eventually. Many of his muscle-bound foes in the past had convinced him it would be far more fun to outmuscle every one of his foes instead of simply outsmarting them.

The hero was really enjoying himself and Lex was watching with arousal and fascination. "Yeah. Give me all you have. You'll need it."

The blue pants tightened more around the already muscular quads and stretched as the hero called forth more size, more strength, more raw muscle. His gilded "S" was pulled tight over the hard-pumping Pecs underneath. His wrist flexors expanded to resemble fat bowling pins and even match Lex's size. His biceps soon resembled bowling balls and then matched Lex's mass also. Every muscle hidden by the costume expanded and swelled like an anaphylactic reaction. He looked slightly larger than the muscle monster Lex Luthor.

The hero brought his arms up and clamped down as hard as he could on Lex's deltoids. "Feel my power. See who truly is the wimp." There was a wavery falter in his voice as if he was inebriated from his new power. He had never felt so confident. As he proceeded to crush Lex's shoulders, his torso expanded further to fuel his confidence more and ensuring his victory.

Lex felt pain in his super delts. He commanded more power from his super-powered physique. He grabbed his enemy's pecs and squeezed. He pushed forward against the colorful man's onslaught as he felt his muscles become far stronger from the pump his enemy was giving him. It was the most efficient and erotic workout in history.

"So unbelievably STRONG" Lex gritted through his teeth, feeling his delts and traps ignite like fire with pure musclepump, blood flowing through them, powering and massing them up beyond belief. His strength was..superhuman. But Lex was 100% man. And then some. His muscledick stiffened up the moment he laid hands on the Man of Steel, and now the big tool threatened to rip right through his cutoffs onto Superman's ripped abs. All these years plotting against him, trying to take him down through financial ruin or a PR stunt -- NOTHING, and he meant NOTHING, felt quite like working him over real good with his gritty calloused lifter's hands and his long deserved muscles. He grabbed the back of his foe. and pressed his head into his chest, working him against the massive muscles a bit, getting both of them real hard and ready to rumble.

Lex growled "Gettin so turned on over here WIMP. I am ready to show you some REAL POWER now." Lex noticed the man start to reach for a steel telephone pole he could use as a weapon against this muscleman's onslaught. But Lex would have none of this. He raised his big 32" veined-up arm over head, practically blocking out the sun it was so massive, nearly as wide around as that 3-foot wide pole the hero was trying to cling to, and jackhammered him right on his cape, collapsing the pavement beneath them and sending the two juggaurats below ground. Lex was first to rise, stomping his boots and gorilla-pressing legs through the sewer water over to his opponent... "I'm going to destroy you... I'm going-- No this speech should be heard by all." Luthor grabbed his very buff and yet comparatively weak enemy and hauled him to the surface in full view of the Panaonic High Definition News Cameras.

"I'm going to destroy you... I'm going to crush you with my power... Crush you between each one of my In-Credible m u s c l e s." He slowed the last word for emphasis and puffed up his mega pumped pecs as the rest of his body swelled.

"Oh Yeah?" the colorful man asked. He ran at Lex and planted his most powerful punch right between the heaving muscles hanging off the evil man's powerful chest.

"Yeah." Lex replied calmly. Just before the planted cracking fist contacted, Lex pumped his massive Pectorals to their current fullest in a millisecond. The unstoppable globes met the mega destructive hand and gigtaons of raw potential energy transfered to kinetic linear energy in an instant.

The hero was rocketed backwards into the pavement faster than anyone in the crowd could track. He landed just in front of a camera and the operator pointed the lens downward quickly to show the battered hero trying to get up.

"Oh I'm a man of my word good people. I will crush your hero in due time."

"This is going to be a good fight." One man said as he watched Lex Luthor bounce his still mega-pumped chest for all to see and admire.

to be continued...


-Tealman353

[Sacsteve]

I'm really jazzed that someone liked my story enough to write his own continuation - and that it ended up getting about 300 more viewings because of it. I just wanted to make clear that my permission is not needed for anyone else to make a stab at further continuing.

For what its worth, the way I saw this story is that Lex is not so much a criminal or a megalomaniac, but more like a stalker, just completely obsessed with his target and pretty much oblivious to everything else.

Also, since Lex has basically made himself into a Kryptonian, the two of them are pretty close in power. Their struggle should be long and hard, like good sex.

But that's just my take - feel free to go another way.

[iluvbigmen]

Nah, I'd much rather see Lex outclass him completely and embarrass him publicly and in front of Lois. I'm fine if he takes a long time doing it though

I just want to see Lex flying around in his new Superman costume with everyone calling him Superman, as Clark is forced to watch on the sidelines as Lex takes all his glory, fans, Lois ... and muscle worshippers

[Sacsteve]

For sometime I have had the image of superman for this story in this pretty weel known clip:

YouTube - Mike O'Hearn - World's Finest

But now I think I found the image for Lex as well:

http://www.tmuscle.com/free_online_a...trophy#playVid

[Amazed]

Nice. How bout this for Lex...before his growth spurt:
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__xoggXWTQr...noruega+04.jpg

[Sacsteve]

Actually, this guy is perfect for the role:

YouTube - POWER MATCH DVD BradHollibaugh.net

And yes, another chapter is being worked on.

[Amazed]

Hell yeah, Brad Hollibaugh fits the bill. And something tells me he'd like playing the guy who's pounding the stuffing out of Superman...guy seems to really get off on his own mass and power.

[fluid]

i think Lex should carry on growing, sucking the life and muscle from superman. Lex should speed up his growth (plus his cock size) I rekon he should become a god. the world should worship him. A sorta role reversal thing, were clark hides his power and saves peoples lives, Lex should carry on growing and control the world. Definatley taking the dominent role.

[Sacsteve]

This is my version of chapter 3, it does not include the events in the version by the other writer:

The two olympian alpha males stared at each other in silence across about twenty yards of space with arms tensed and fists clenched. With telescopic vision each assessed the other part by part and waited for the opponent to make the next move.

Lex fixated on the startling crevices of his opponent's mid section, the layering of abdominal muscles that portruded even through the colored costume. Moving down, Lex admired how the tighly tapered waist flowed into the flaring thighs, then into the oversized calves. Lex's eyes couldn't help being drawn back up the sculpted form to the square jaw, high cheek bones, and perfect symmetrial features of the famous face that would be almost feminine in its beauty were it not for its relation to the perfect male form beneath it.

At the same time, Lex's adversary gazed at the armor that was Lex's immense portruding chest. He felt his pulse start to race as he tried to estimate the thickness of Lex's trapezius and the spread of the lats that pushed out Lex's arms and their veined large globes of oversized biceps. He stared into Lex's dark intense eyes, noting that even his old enemy's formerly slack face was now filled by muscular jaws and cheeks that led into Lex's bald head, giving Lex a certain rough handsomeness he had never had before.

Suddenly, the hero saw a subtle grin emerge on Lex's face as the focus of Lex's eyes moved down to the hero's red trunk. He braced himself, anticipating that Lex had determined he was in someway vulnerable at his midsection, and was perhaps intending a blow to the groin. The question suddenly rose in the hero's mind, along with the hero's superhuman strength, did Lex also now share his ability to see through objects? If so, he realized Lex would be able to see through the hero's uniform that he was clearly aroused by Lex's presence.

Lex recognized the sudden discomfort in his opponent's demeanor. Lex wondered how long it would take his rival to realize that the sexual response to their stand off was mutual. Lex decided to move quickly to take advantage of the moment.

"Admit it Supie, you're aching as badly as i am to find out which of us is top dog."

"Lex, I don't have anything to prove. You are a danger to the safety of the people of this City and the World. Today, you put hundreds at risk just to satisfy your desire to put on a show. I don't understand what drives you, but I am not going to let you continue this."

"What drives me, big guy, is you. For years you've carried off this holier-than-thou interloping, repeatedly humiliating me. It's more time for a lttle reversal of fortune."

"What are you up to, Lex?"

"Unlike all the elaborate plans I made before, this one is simple. I'm going to show you what's it like to no longer be the one in control. Your whole everybody adore me because I've come to save the world routine. That's over with. From now on this planet's your prison and your my prison bitch."

"Lex, whatever you've taken has obviously unhinged your mind. Let me help you."

"Sure, you can help me. Just come here. We should get to know each other a little better."

Lex unclenched his fists, opened his hands, stretched out his herculean arms, and started walking slowly toward his nemesis. Uncertain, the costumed hero at first took a step back.

"Come on, Supes, take my hands and just show me how much stronger you are and I'll behave. I haven't got any weapons. It's just me."

Lex now stood only four feet from his target, and was starting to invade the uneasy Kryptonian's space. Lex raised both his massively developed arms with his hands open. "Come on, Supes, just a little test of strength. Surely you're not afraid."

The hero hesitated, unsure what to do.

Lex grinned. "Okay, if you are not going to oblige me, we'll just see what fun I can have playing with our onlookers."

The hero knew he had to accept the challenge - whatever uncertainty he had about Lex's power, he could not let it be targeted at the gawking crowd. His own bulging arms reached up and grabbed both of Lex's open hands. Both men grimaced as they felt each other's vice like fingers wrap around their own, squeezing their palms together. Their knees both bended slightly to gain traction as their large protruding chests started to press into each other and their inflated biceps started to bulge as they pushed into each other. Lex took satisfaction seeing on the face of his target the realization that Lex's strength, in fact, rivaled and could possibly exceed his own.

Both gladiators worked to get advantage, their hands locked, their arms partially bent to maximize the effect of their bulging hardened biceps, their straining pectorals grinding into each other, their legs braced into the ground. The most noticeable difference between the two men was the look on their faces. The famous hero's face registered nothing but concentration and strain. Lex, on the other hand, while also trembling under the strain, grinned with enjoyment. He became more confident with each passing minute. As he shifted his weight slightly and gained a momentary advantage, Lex exclaimed, "Finally, I get some foreplay."

Lex's comment and the grin on his face unnerved his opponent, who suddenly felt what was for him an unusual sensation, sweat dripping down his face. He decided that Lex was simply too strong for him to continue trying to best him in this test of strength - he needed to regroup and figure out a way to contain Lex. Perhaps, he thought, I can cause Lex to lose his balance through a blast of concentrated super breath. Concerned that he not falter and give Lex an advantage, the caped hero quickly sucked in air, then rounded his mouth, expelling with force of a concentrated hurricane aimed at Lex's midsection.

Recognizing his opponent's strategy, Lex opened his own mouth and, incredibly, inhaled the jet stream of air issuing from his adversary's mouth. Apprehension filled the eyes of the hero as he realized not only was Lex inhaling his breath, but Lex's face was moving toward his own. Before he could attempt to pull himself back without giving to the force of Lex's arm, he felt Lex's lips surrounding his own, and then Lex's tongue plunging into his mouth and pushing against his own. He attempted to pull his mouth away from Lex, but Lex held on for at least twenty seconds, the rough whiskers on his chin scraping the hero's skin.

Lex pulled his mouth back from the startled hero and laughed. "Not bad, Supie, not bad at all."

The crimefighter felt a shock he had never known before - and he knew he had to break out of this strength challenge and gather his wits, even if it meant appearing to give way to Lex. He took and chance and released pressure from his left arm and threw himself his entire body toward his right. The effort succeeded in causing Lex to release his left grip, and the hero was able to spin Lex to the right, and quickly hurtle his left fist onto Lex's jaw, the jolt causing Lex to release the hero's right arm as well. The costumed combatant immediately took flight.

Lex mockingly shouted after him, "oh come on, we both know you're aching for a taste of Lex."

[Sacsteve]

Flustered, the blue and red champion of millions found himself bulleting across the sky without a clear sense of direction. He concentrated on calming himself, realizing that he needed to come up with a plan and get back quickly to Lex at the construction site. In spite of his heightened capacity to recover and even though their struggle probably had lasted no more than ten minutes, his arms still ached from holding off the enormous pistons that were Lex's arms. He could not remember a previous opponent causing him to question his superior strength. Although he was unsure how he would confront the muscular goliath that his old nemesis had become, he could not leave Lex alone to wreak destruction on the city. He estimated how quickly he could get to his artic fortress and obtain the means of sending Lex to the Phantom Zone until he could figure out a means of reversing Lex's phenomenal alteration.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he felt two strong hands squeezing his gluteus muscles.

He recognized Lex's voice shouting behind him: "Nice ass, Supes!"

The costumed hero turned his head in shock to discover Lex flying immediately above and behind him, grinning, with hands firmly clenching the hero's butt. The hero was jolted both by the unfamiliar experience of being groped and by the discovery that Lex not only had strength that challenged his own, but also his flight ability. He immediately concentrated on forcing himself to fly faster in order to get some distance from Lex. The effort accomplished nothing, however, as Lex kept pace with him, and started moving his hands up along the side of the hero's back, squeezing the muscular ridges of his contour along the way. Within moments Lex's hands were working the hero's shoulders, and Lex was speaking directly into his ear.

"I thought you would get it by now. It's like that old song, 'Anything you can do, I can do better.' By the way, you really need to lose the cape so the world can get a better view of your rear assets. Here, let me give you a hand. You can thank me later."

As the two figures rocketed across the sky, Lex grabbed the top of the hero's cape and ripped it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground below.

"Somebody's going to make a fortune with that on E-Bay."

Lex was now flying directly behind his startled adversary, intermittently pushing his own hyper-developed chest into the wide spread of the hero's back.

"Not a bad set of lats, Supes, even if they aren't as nice as mine. But I have to tell you they would look much better out of that ridiculous costume. So buddy, where are we headed? Some place romantic I hope."

The now cape-less crimefighter decided he needed to take some evasive maneuvers.

"Lex, I have a lot more practice at this than you."

The hero began rapidly spinning as he increased his pace at the same time rotating in circles. However, it simply didn't matter. For the next fifteen minutes, turn after turn, loop after loop, Lex continued to fly right behind him, making each spin and turn in unison with him like synchronized fighter pilots. Eventually, the frustrated hero slowed his pace. Lex decided it was time to show off a bit of his own maneuverability and spun around the hero so that they flew face to face an arms length. Lex moved slightly ahead so that his flying rival's line of sight was completely filled by Lex's mammoth chest while Lex flexed and bounced his striated pectorals. After a few minutes of this moob show, Lex lowered himself to continue his taunts.

"You may have more practice at this flying thing, Supes, but I seem to be a natural at it. You want to try that super breath mouth to mouth resuscitation thing again. That was fun."

The hero determined that they were now finally approaching his artic fortress. If he could only maneuver Lex inside, he might be able to trap him. "Let's go down Lex, and talk this over, man to man."

"I got in mind something man to man too, Supes, but it hasn't got a lot to do with talk."

Lex drifted back and allowed the rattled crimefighter to descend. The hero landed on the ground in a clearing about a mile from the hidden entry to his fortress. He immediately clenched his fists, and scanned the area looking for Lex's arrival.

Within seconds, Lex appeared flying rapidly toward him. However, rather than land, Lex hurtled directly into his rival, wrapping his bulging arms around the hero's statuesque torso, lifting the hero off his feet and hauling the two of them through the air for half a mile until they smashed into a snow covered mountain cliff with the force a large dynamite explosion, hurtling rocks and snow thousands of feet, quaking the earth, and knocking the wind out of both of the titans.

When the hero recovered his senses, he found himself at the bottom of the crater created by their collision with the earth. He was pinned underneath the recovering Lex. The dazed hero attempted to use his arms to push Lex off him, but before he could manage to do so Lex grabbed his wrists, forcing the hero's hands to the ground on either side of his body while Lex straddled his midsection. The hero attempted to raise himself by pushing up with his arms, but Lex's position gave him superior traction, allowing him for the moment to keep his adversary pinned to the ground beneath him. The two enormous men glared at each other.

"Lex, I'm warning you. Get off me."

"Or what? Look, Supes, what we have here is our own school yard. You're the super A-student brown-nose, and I'm the super bully. Only thing is, there appears to be no teacher here to save you."

Lex squeezed his opponents wrists tighter, just to inflict enough pain to remind him of Lex's strength. The hero continued to push pointlessly.

"Lex, this has to stop."

"Why? This is the most fun I've ever had. I have to admit, though, all this hand to hand combat makes a guy horny. You sure are purdy, Big Blue, with that curly dark hair and those nice big hard muscles. I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to be able to control myself."

"Enough!"

At that, the trapped hero finally managed to pull in his legs and forcefully elevate his lower body, throwing Lex off him. The hero jumped to his feet and bolted out of the newly made canyon, heading through the artic wilderness in the direction of his hidden fortress. Within seconds he would be there, and he counted on Lex following. Suddenly, he felt a push of air move past him, and then felt the pain of running into a wall, except walls had always given way to him before. The wall was Lex, who had managed to outrun past his racing adversary and braced himself directly in the hero's path. The collision knocked the stunned hero to the ground.

Within seconds, the blue and red figure rose to his feet, but it was too late. Lex stood behind the still recovering hero, wrapping his right arm around the hero's chiseled midsection, and pulling the hero's muscular back tightly against his expansive chest. Glancing down at the hook pulling him in, the hero couldn't help being impressive by the enormous size and sheer power of Lex's arm, its bicep shaped like a double-sized over inflated football connected to a tree trunk of a forearm. With his right arm now firmly pressed against the contour's of the hero's midsection underneath the famous insignia, Lex's right hand began to tightly squeeze the hero's right pectoral, fingering the nipple. Before the shocked hero was able to comprehend what was happening, Lex's left arm reached down around the hero's other side, placing Lex's left hand firmly upon the hero's groin. Lex's fingers began squeezing and stimulating the hero's member through his red trunks.

"Well, no wonder why they call you the man of steel. Impressive by any standard, although in yet another way, I'm the bigger man."

The flustered hero reached in and attempted to yank Lex's molesting right arm off his chest, which only resulted in Lex pulling him tighter into the crevices of Lex's hard body. Suddenly, the hero felt Lex's groin push against him, and could feel what he assumed was Lex's cock pressing through their clothes against the hero's butt.

"As you can tell, I'm pretty steely myself."

The hero's right and left hands gripped both of Lex's wrists, as he struggled to break free from Lex's solid hold on him.

"Hey, Supes, here's a news flash: I'm bigger, stronger, faster and all round a bit more super than you. I think that entitles me to put my personal rod of steel into that nice hot hard round virgin ass of yours. That's right, first I'm going to literally fuck you for all the times you metaphorically fucked me in the past. Then I'm going to fuck you some more just for the pleasure of it. Since neither of us really needs to eat or sleep, I think we're looking at somewhere between twenty or thirty times a day for at least the next ten years. I haven't got anything better to do."

The hero ceased his struggling, seemingly frozen by Lex's words.

Lex continued, "I'm a gentleman, though, so I'll give you a choice. We can start off slow and gentle, or we can do it hard and rough. But that's how its going to be."

The panicked hero realized he needed to get out of Lex's hold and into his fortress. He bent his knees as forcefully as he could while twisting his frame and grabbing and then pulling Lex around his shoulder, managing successfully to through Lex onto the ground in front of him. He turned and flew toward the nearby mountainside.

Behind him he heard Lex: "I'm so glad you choose hard and rough."

[Sacsteve]

The hero quickly reached the mountainside hiding his fortress behind thick lead walls, undetectable under a carefully constructed facade of ice. In order to enter without tearing the walls off their hinges, the hero needed simply to force his hand through the ice a hundred feet above the ground to force a hidden lever - an impossible task for a normal man, but no great effort for the costumed Kryptonian. The hero quickly recognized the spot and pulled back his fist to force it through the covering. Just as the hero's fist started moving toward the wall, it was grabbed in the firm pliers of Lex's now familiar hand.

"Whoo guy, I'm sure it's hard to take not being the strongest dude in the world anymore, but no need to take your anger out some poor mountain. Did you think you could hide from me by burying yourself in there?."

The hero turned to face Lex, who now stood in the air alongside him, preventing his fist from entering the ice.

"Lex, you need to let me help you. However you caused this to happen, it's driving you insane."

"The only thing driving me insane, man-toy, is that rocking body of yours. Well, that and knowing I have an even more rocking body myself."

Lex released the hero's fist. The two faced each other silently hovering some 40 feet in the air, less than an arm's length apart. The dumbfounded hero considered whether he should inform Lex of the fortress laboratory hidden beneath the nearby surface. Perhaps he could convince Lex to enter and then maneuver him into position to be captured by the phantom zone projector. It would be not be easy to hold Lex in place long enough to be captured by the projector, and if Lex recognized what he was attempting, Lex clearly had the capacity to destroy the projector and thus any hope of containing him. The better course for the moment appeared to be to continue to endure Lex's taunts, as uncomfortable as that made him, until he was able to safely remove the projector and catch Lex in it unaware.

"Now where were we in that conversation, Supes, before you went off on your little temper tantrum. Oh yeah, 'Me Tarzan, You Jane.'"

Lex moved gradually closer, staring intently into his adversary's blue eyes, which he could tell were focussed on the mounds of Lex's nearing chest. As Lex moved forward, the hero moved backward until his back was squarely pressed against the icy mountain wall behind him. As Lex continued his approach to within six inches, the hero instinctively raised his hands and placed them on Lex's jutting pectorals.

"If you wanted to cop a feel, Supes, you only had to ask."

Lex flexed his massive chest, visibly unnerving the hero who immediately pulled back his hands.

"I can tell you're impressed, Supes. Let me give you an unobstructed view."

Lex reached into the deep cleft in the middle of his chest, grabbing onto the low point of the collar of the stretched tight wife-beater t-shirt he was wearing, and pulled down, ripping it off and fully exposing the interplay of thick layers of muscle across his chest, and then the multiple washboard ridges leading down his abdomen. Lex moved back slightly to make sure his rival could fully take in the perfectly sculpted form that he had uncovered.

The hero's jaw dropped involuntarily. He knew Lex was playing a game of intimidation, and was trying not to acknowledge that at the moment Lex was winning. Feeling speechless and cornered, but recognizing that Lex had momentarily let down his guard in putting on this performance, the hero shot a clenched right fist into Lex's jaw, at the same time driving his left fist into Lex's rippled midsection. The force of the near simultaneous blows sent Lex rocketing back through the air, landing on the frozen ground about 500 yards away.

Having taken the offensive, the hero realized he needed to take advantage while he could. He hurtled to where Lex had landed, pummeling Lex again as he rose to his feet with another blow to the jaw, sending Lex flying back another twenty yards across the surface of the earth. The hero calculated that while he had nothing available in the vicinity to use to even temporarily restrain Lex, a series of repeated blows might stun Lex long enough for the hero to access the phantom zone projector in his fortress. He again flew to where Lex's was rising to his feet and delivered a further left-handed uppercut to Lex's jaw.


This time, however, Lex had managed to brace himself by tensing his enormous quadriceps before being struck by the hero's fist. Rather than being knocked to the ground, Lex stumbled back from the force of the blow, but remained on his feet. The hero moved in quickly intending to land another powerful right jab to the face before Lex could gather his wits. It was too late. As the hero's right fist launched forward toward Lex's face, Lex's own right fist launched from below, pummeling into the hero's jaw and propelling him back through the air until he collided with the mountainside and slid to the ground below.

The hero pulled himself to his feet, his hand ringing with pain, only to find Lex standing in front of him, driving his right fist firmly into the hero's own rippled midsection. The hero began to bend over as the air expelled from his gut, only to be driven backward by another uppercut from Lex's left fist. The hero stumbled backward and fell to the ground.

Lex bent down on one knee over the fallen hero.

"Someone needed to be taught a little lesson."

The hero raised himself by his arms, and spoke without looking at Lex:

"Sorry, but I'm a slow learner."

He quickly raised his right arm and threw all his weight into sending his right fist into Lex's jaw, knocking Lex off his feet and onto the ground, ten feet away. The hero threw himself on top of the fallen Lex, and raised his left fist preparing to deliver a further blow to Lex's face. Lex was not going to let that happen, deflecting the blow with his left arm, and then wrapping his pumped-up right arm around the hero's taut waste. Lex shoved all of his body weight into his opponent, driving him onto the ground with Lex on top.

Once again, Lex's adversary found himself pinned under Lex who had managed to grab his wrists and hold them onto the ground. Lex's legs hooked around those of his opponent. As the hero struggled to push Lex back by raising his arms, he felt the solid weight of Lex on top of him as Lex aggressively rocked his groin so that the hero could feel Lex's hardened cock rubbing against his own.

"Oh yeah, Supes, fight me, big guy, fight me."

Realizing he needed to get Lex off him, the hero started shifting his weight back and forth and pivoting with his legs, making it harder for Lex to maintain his position on top. Suddenly, Lex moved his legs off his adversary and lifted his torso up and off his opponent, and raised his head so that they could engage in a face to face conversation

"Okay, Supes, let's talk for a second."

The hero hesitantly released the pressure he was exerting against Lex's hands and ceased his shifting of his lower body and looked up at the grinning face of his arch enemy.

"Lex, you haven't beaten me."

"Supes, if you want to keep smacking each other around for the next week, that's fine with me. A few knocks in the head is a small price to pay for the chance to slap you around. But though its fun, there are even better ways we could be spending our time. Let's cut to the chase. How about a little wager on a test of strength?"

{To be continued.}

[Sacsteve]

"I'm not playing games with you, Lex."


"You want to keep on with two man Fight Club, that's fine with me, Supes. I don't know that either of us can do any lasting damage, but I get a kick out of knocking you around. Just thought you might want to take a chance on settling this."

"What are you suggesting, Lex."

"I want to prove to you, Supes, once and for all, that I'm the big guns now. I want you to admit that I out muscle you. So here's the deal. You come up with the test of strength, I will make you a wager that I beat you."

"What are you wagering, Lex?"

"I don't much care. How's this: you win, I tell you how I got this way. I bet you're dying to know that. If I win, I get to rip that silly emblem shirt off you."

"And I choose the contest?"

"Yeah, I know you are incapable of coming up with something that isn't fair."

The hero considered for a moment.

"Okay, Lex, I accept."

Lex let go of his grap on his adversary's wrists, stood up, and extended his thick sinuous arm, as if to help the hero pull himself off the ground. The hero eyed Lex suspisciously and silently declined the offer, quickly getting to his feet several yards away from Lex.

"So what's it going to be, Supes? Boulder lifting? Tank presses? Diamond crunching?"

"Something simpler. Follow me."

The hero flew straight up the side of the mountain to the spot he had previously stood and thrust his fist through the icy facade, forcing the lever that released the entrance to his hidden fortress. The side of the mountain gave way, releasing the opening passage way to the hero's hidden retreat.

"Supes, you've been holding back on me."

The two muscular titans flew into the mountainside entrance, and stepped onto a platform before a massive lead door. The hero placed his hand firmly in the middle of the door, and with a slight push caused it to swing open, revealing a cavernous lit room, filled with high tech equipment.

"Supes, you devil, you lured me into your bachelor pad. Where's the fireplace and the make out sofa?"

"Lex, I'm letting you see what no one else has seen before. This is my retreat. A place I designed to allow me to store the last remaining remnants of the deceased world where I was born, and the equipment I have developed to protect my adopted world. I have brought you here because it is built and furnished with items made of ultra hard materials designed to withstand exorbitant force."

"Very impressive, Supes. So you have some sort of resistance measuring device here you thought would fit our little challenge?"

"No, Lex, I'm sure either of us would surpass the limits of any such device. I was thinking of something a bit simpler."

The hero walked across the room to a raised table, about two feet wide about five feet off the ground. In spite of the extraordinary surroundings, Lex's eyes remained focussed on admiring the round globes of the hero's butt as he moved. The hero raised his right arm and placed his elbow on the table, with his open hand perpendicular above it.

"Are you ready, Lex?"

"Arm wrestling! That's inspired, Supes."

Lex realized that his adversary had at least one reason for chosing this simple contest, as the hero's shorter stature could actually provide him some leverage advantage. Nevertheless, Lex found the challenge irresistable. Lex moved to across the table from his opponent, and flexed the network of muscles across his expansive uncovered chest, recognizing that portion of his over-sized physique particularly fascinated and unnerved his opponent. Lex lifted his right arm and placed his elbow on the table. As he grabbed his rival's hand, Lex's bicep noticeably bulged like a suddenly inflated balloon. Although the hero's arm also evidenced a cannonball under the sleeves of his blue costume, Lex grinned as he perceived trepidation in his opponent's eyes.

As the two combatants palms met, the hero felt as if his hand was suddenly encased in rock. He tightened his hold around his opponent's grip to meet the pressure being exerted.

"Nice grip, Supes. I bet you're good with those hands. Shall we get started."

The hero realized Lex was only asking for effect, as the battle had started the moment their hands had met.

"If you're ready, Lex."

Both of the combatants visibly jolted as each put his full force into pressuring the other's arm down, only to be met by an equivalent force. Both sucked in air and pressed their legs into the ground to solidify their stance. Lex's hand started to slightly move his opponent's toward the table's surface.

"Can't . . . wait . . . to . . . yank . . . that . . . damn . . . shirt . . . off you, . . . Supes."

The hero pulled his hand back up perpendicular to the table and to a draw with Lex.

"We'll . . see . . . about . . . that, Lex."

The hero's bulging arm trembled from the stress and burned with pain, but he succeeded in causing a slight movement of Lex's hand toward the table. Gradually, the hero's progress against Lex became more noticeable, until Lex's arm reached a two'o'clock angle, heading downward.

"I'm . . . impressed, . . . Supes."

The hero momentarily shifted his focus from the waivering interlocked hands to Lex's face. Rather than focusing on the battle between their forearms, the bald adonis was staring intently into the hero's eyes, his grin showing through the clenching of his face with effort. The hero attempted to return his attention solely to moving his arm against the irresistible force that Lex was applying against it, but he found himself again distracted by Lex's shirtless torso, the thick trapesius leading into soccer ball sized deltoids, the expanse of Lex's back and the impossibly full chest which under stress now bulged even more impressively. The hero struggled to push aside his fascination with Lex's pecs, and his recognition that Lex had been right before when he accused the hero of wanting to put his hands on those muscles and examine them.

Suddenly, the hero realized that while his attention had momentarily drifted, Lex had regained the advantage, and the hero's hand was now a quarter of the way down toward the table. The hero attempted to summon additional force to push back, but it was too late, as Lex had gained momentum. Within moments the hero realized he was beaten, as his knuckles pounded against the table with a resounding thud.

The two goliaths looked at each other for a moment in silence, each breathing hard from their ordeal. Lex took his right fist and pounded his chest in triumph.

"Nice effort, Supes, but it's time to claim my prize."

Lex strutted around the table, and approached his defeated opponent, who at first stepped back with uncertainty and alarm in his eyes.

"What is this, Supes, not man enough to stand by your bet?"

"No, you won Lex. Have at it."

The man of steel stood still as Lex approached and grabbed the collar of the hero's uniform just above his famous emblem. With just a downward jerk of his powerful arm, Lex ripped the costume in half down to the hero's red trunks, exposing first the impressive bulk of the hero's chest, and the multiple ridges of his abdomen. The hero removed the remaining sleeves, baring the sculpted musculature of his herculean back, shoulders and arms, glistening in sweat.

"Holy crap, Supes, why the hell would you cover that body!"

Lex stepped back to admire the uncovered paragon. What were perhaps the two most perfectly developed masculine forms in history stared at each other's uncovered upper bodies in silence.

Lex slowly approached the hero until he stood no more than a foot in front of him. Lex raised his hands and cupped them around his adversary's exposed nipples, gently squeezing the firm ridge of the hero's defined pectoral muscles. In response, the hero without thinking moved his own hands up within Lex's arms until they were placed on the shelf of Lex's chest. For a moment, the two half-naked titans stood feeling the hardness of each other's hulking torsos. Lex attempted to move a step in closer, but it was a step more than the hero was prepared to accept. His arms pressed forward, hurtling Lex across the room, smashing into and destroying a set of elaborate monitoring equipment.

"So are we back to playing rough?"

"Lex, you won that match, and you had your moment of triumph. But that doesn't mean I'm going to let you grope me."

"It looked to me a few seconds ago like you wanted to do some groping of your own, Supes."

"You saw wrong, Lex."

"Did I? I must have been blinded by your dazzling good looks. Listen, Supes, you gave me a run for my money there. What do you say to upping the ante for a rematch?"

The hero was weighing his options in getting Lex positioned to be sent to the Phantom Zone. Although the projector was now within reach, It was unlikely he could subdue Lex for the twenty or so seconds he would need to arrange the capture. For the moment, as uncomfortable as it made him, he needed to play along with Lex's challenges for the time being.

"What are you offering. Lex?"

"How's this for a deal, you beat me, not only will I tell you how I got this way, I'll let you in on my weakness. I win, you lose the rest of that costume."


(To be continued in the New Year)

[Sacsteve]

Even if I'm not getting any comments, the thread is getting a lot of viewings. Any chance one of you guys who draws can try an illustration?

[robotsmasher]

Amazing Story! I prefer only you continue it since you know how you want it to turn out, and so far I really like the way it's going

[Sacsteve]

Thanks. I'm only a paragraph into the next installment, so it will be a few weeks.

[Sacsteve]

There was no denying Lex's offer made the hero uneasy. Lex had already beaten him once. The thought of being further humiliated and having to completely strip in front of his leering archenemy was hard to consider, but he realized he had little choice. If he refused the challenge, he would be back to fighting Lex in a battle that would tear apart his fortress and could make it impossible him to exile Lex to the Phantom Zone. Moreover, if he could win the second round, Lex's arrogance might actually provide him with information he could use to reverse Lex's transformation, or otherwise capture him without the concerns always raised by the Phantom Zone. The first round had been close to a draw, and he wanted to think he might have won had he not allowed his attention to wander.

"Alright Lex, let's have a rematch."

"That's a sport, Supes. You may have a chance this time since all my blood seems to have gone to my cock."

The two shirtless gladiators returned to the table they had left moments before. This time it was Lex who first placed his massive arm down on the table, intentionally flexing his bicep in the process to flaunt its large round peak.

"I'll look the other way, Supes, if you want to feel Big Lex's guns before we get started."

"I think I can control myself, Lex."

The hero placed his own impressive bare right arm on the platform and wrapped Lex's extended hand in his own, causing his own bicep to bulge into a peak that rivaled Lex's display. The hero focused his eyes on the contesting hands, so as to avoid allowing his attention to be diverted again by Lex's stare.

"You can start pushing whenever you're ready, Supes, I'll act like it's a challenge."

Even though they had just finished their first contest minutes before, the hero was still taken back by the incredible force that Lex exerted. It felt as if Lex's grip might actually crush the bones of his fingers and that the tendons of his elbow and shoulder were in danger of being ripped apart. Nevertheless, although his arm quivered and felt as if it would burst from stress, the hero held his ground. Although Lex momentarily moved his hand downward, he was able to push Lex back to a draw.

"Supes, you . . . were . . . eating your Wheaties . . . when I wasn't looking."

"Couldn't . . . make this . . . too easy . . for you . . . Lex."

In spite of agonizing pain shooting from his struggling arm through his body, the hero braced himself and managed to focus on increasing the force he exerted against Lex's onslaught. For the second time, he saw himself gradually gaining the advantage as Lex's hand moved downward. This time, however, the hero refused to allow his attentiom to be diverted from concentrating on forcing down Lex's hand. After fifteen minutes of sustained pressure, he managed to have Lex's arm half way to the table.

Lex snarled: "It . . . can't . . . be."

The hero gathered his remaining strength in another push. He felt Lex give way, and Lex's knuckles collapsed into the table.

The room was silent except for the panting breath of the combatants as the hero released his grip on Lex, who slowly withdrew his defeated arm, angrily glaring at his victorious opponent. The hero spoke first.

"I won, Lex. Now tell me how you caused this transformation."

Lex remained silent for a minute, his head part way down but continuing to stare angrily at his long time enemy.

"It was something only I could achieve. I used the energy from tons of Kryptonite I obtained on the black market to reconstruct my dna and the very atomic substance of the cells of my body to duplicate those of a native of your home world. As a result, I have same characteristics as if I had been born on your world. It appears that reconstruction also exponentially increased the amount of muscle mass on my frame. Essentially, I rebuilt myself as the perfect Kryptonian."

"And your weakness?"

"The same as your's - Kryptonite. However, as I required all of the meteor that I could obtain for the transformation, I believe there is little of it left on this planet."

The hero realized the significance of Lex's story, as it confirmed that Lex actually was now at least as powerful as he, and that he could not exploit Lex's weakness without putting himself in danger. Lex seemed to be staring blankly into space, apparently still struggling to come to terms with having been bested in a contest of strength. The hero decided he had no choice but to attempt to confine Lex into the Phantom Zone until he could devise a means of reversing Lex's evolution, and that he needed to act quickly. He rose and silently moved across the room to the projector, he determined that once he reached it he would need no more than three seconds to adjust the device and target it upon Lex, although he needed to operate it with care to avoid the potential release of any of the felons captured within.

As the hero's fingers started to work the device's dials, the projector elevated and was suddenly thrown across the room, breaking into pieces on the ground.

"Come on, Supes, you didn't really think I was going to silently watch you aim a weapon at me? What was that thing anyway."

"Just a means of keeping you confined while I found the way to reverse what you have done before you harmed anyone else."

"I'm not interested in harming anyone else right now. You may have won that last round, but that just makes it a tie, and I'm still pretty sure I'm the boss here. Let's make it best two out of three, but let's put all the marbles on the table this time. You win the next match, I'll not only reverse my transformation, I'll turn myself in to the authorities."

"And if you win, Lex."

"Then I get what I want. You have to submit to me - completely - for just fifteen minutes."

"Lex, I can't agree to anything that could result in my harming others."

"You won't have to - what I have in my mind won't involve leaving your little hideaway here, and I don't think I could kill you if I wanted to - which I don't. What would there be for me to do without you."

The hero looked Lex in the eyes, weighing his options. It would take him hours to reassemble the Phantom Zone projector from pieces Lex had left it in. He could attempt to physically subdue Lex, but that could lead to destruction of the fortress and the possibility that Lex would take the fight back to the world at large and endanger others. If he could win the final round of their strength contest, there was no guarantee that Lex would fulfill his part of the deal, but regardless the defeat would leave Lex shaken. However, if he lost, he had no idea what Lex might have in store for him.

"Look Supes, if you're not up for it now, I'll go find some other place to play until you're ready."

"No, Lex, I'll take your wager."

A slight grin appeared on Lex's face.

(one more installment to go)

[danilupoa]

Very hot!! keep going!

[Sacsteve]

The herculean rivals walked across the floor of the hero's cavern fortress toward the platform they had used for their arm wrestling contests. As both were uncovered above the waist, their perfect physiques were plainly on display. As the hero moved past Lex, the bald atlas allowed his left hand to reach down and squeeze the hero's round right butt. The hero immediately turned and grabbed Lex's offending hand with his right arm, forcibly yanking it up in the air. Lex instinctively pulled back his right fist, but stopped himself as the hero released Lex's other hand.

"Sorry, Supes, but that ass is so perfect I couldn't resist giving it a squeeze."

Any trace of humility lingering from Lex's defeat in the prior match had vanished. Lex waited to proceed until the hero had reached the table and stood waiting for Lex. Lex strutted slowly toward him, thrusting his huge chest out and tensing his arms to emphasize their size and power. When Lex reached the table, he bounced his pectorals once and stared grinning into his opponent's eyes.

"Hey Supes, how about treating each other to a little floor show before we get started?"

Lex bent over slightly flexing his chest and his arms which he gradually pulled together in a circle in front to show off the extent of his muscularity which bulged from his chest throughs his arms as if a pneumatic device was inflating a balloon underneath his skin.

"Your turn."

"Cut the clowning, Lex. This is your choice, so let's get to it."

Lex noted that in spite of his attempt to appeared uninterested, his opponent had tensed his own suit of muscles in response to Lex's little show. Lex pulled up both his flexing arms alongside his head in a bodybuilder's double bicep pose, showing impressive peaks resting atop a base of substantial triceps.

"Sorry, Supes, but if you win again, I'm going to lose these beauties so I want to enjoy them while I can."

Lex took a quick look down at the hero just to confirm that his eyes were firmly riveted on the display of Lex's arms. Satisfied that he had again ruffled his opponent's concentration, he slowly released his pose and lowered his arms. Lex then placed his massive right arm on the table, his forearm bent up at the elbow. The hero placed his own impressive limb on the table facing Lex, and grabbed Lex's hand in his own. There was no need to announce a start, as the contest commenced the moment their hands touched. The cords of muscles in both combatant's arms immediately started quivering with effort as the joined hands rocked slightly back and forth in either direction. The extreme strain was evident in the warriors' clenched jaws and tensed faces.

"Supes, . . be man enough . . to admit something."

"What."

"I turn you on."

"What?"

"You heard me. . . you can't . . . take . . your eyes . . . off me. You . . are . . frightened by it . . but . . you want me."

"I'm . . not afraid of you, Lex."

"You . . have some fear . . of me, . . but it's . . . you that . . . you're really afraid of."

"Lex, . . . your ego . . . has deluded you."

"Really? . . . then . . . just look at me . . . in the eye . . . and tell me . . . that I don't . . arouse you."

"Lex, . . . I'm sworn . . . to bring you . . to justice."

"That's not . . . an answer."

"Alright, Lex . . . I can't . . . deny . . . that . . you . . effect me, but . . . that doesn't change anything."

"That's all I wanted to hear."

The hero suddenly felt the force from Lex's arm increase. He attempted to push back harder, but Lex only seemed to grow stronger in response. Within a minute, Lex had moved the hero's grip a third of the way to the table. The hero's arm began to quiver rapidly, and his face registered his pain from countering Lex's onslaught.

"You get . . an A for effort, . . Supes, . . . but resistance is futile "

Lex's forward motion continued, pushing the hero's hand halfway to the table.

"Don't make me break your arm."

The hero realized that Lex was right, that Lex had him beaten in a matter of minutes. He realized from Lex's sudden show of strength that Lex must have allowed him to win their second match only to goad him into accepting a wager that he would not otherwise have considered. He would be trapped now into accepting whatever humiliation Lex had in store for him. At least, it would last for no more than fifteen minutes. Then he would find a means of neutralizing Lex, even if it meant risking his own safety with Kryptonite.

Lex had pressed the hero's hand almost completely to the table.

"You win, Lex."

The hero ceased his effort, and his hand collapsed to the table underneath Lex's hand. Lex did not immediately release his opponent's hand, but held it to the table underneath his own, refusing to allow the hero to withdraw it as one more reminder that Lex was in control. After a minute in silence, Lex finally allowed the hero to take back his hand and stretch his aching arm. Lex walked around the table, and about a foot from his defeated adversary. Grinning, he slowly moved his eyes down the hero's statuesque form, as if taking inventory of his prize. It was time to start exercising his dominance.

"Take off the rest of your costume. I want to see you in all your glory."

The hero hesitated at first, but realized this was a humiliation he could not escape.

"Alright Lex, but the fifteen minutes are starting."

"Just shut up and do it."

The hero removed his red boots, his blue leg tights, and his red trunks, revealing melon-sized calves joining into perfectly sculpted thighs, and crowning them with a cock of proportions matching the rest of his massive sculpted physique.

"That's even more perfect than I imagined, Supes. So what do you think of me?"

The hero looked up to discover that Lex had removed his own remaining clothes, and now stood naked a few feet in front of him. Completely exposed, the power of Lex's body was even more evident. The striated hulking mass of Lex's chest, back and arms was now complimented by his tree trunk legs. Every aspect of Lex's over-sized frame exceeded the hero's, including his thick cock which stood about a foot fully erect. The hero found himself unable to say anything, although his own cock began to harden and rise as he stared at Lex.

"Cat got your tongue? Maybe Big Lex can find it."

Lex approached the naked hero, and placed his hands along the sides of the hero's arms. Lex's fingers worked the hero's arms, feeling the contours of the biceps and triceps. Lex could feel the hero slightly trembling as he moved in closer, but he continued as his grip on the hero tightened. He moved his face in and down, resting his lips lightly on those of his adversary. He could feel and hear the intimidated hero breathe tensely. After about twenty seconds, Lex held the hero's arms tightly to keep him from pushing back and placed his mouth tightly around the hero's lips, as his tongue forcefully invaded the hero's mouth, slamming into the hero's tongue.

The hero stood as still as he could manage, receiving Lex's oral advance without response. After a few seconds, Lex withdrew from the hero's mouth, and looked him in the eye angrily.

"You are not living up to the wager."

"I'm letting you do what you want, Lex."

"The agreement was that you would submit completely. You are continuing to passively resist. The fifteen minutes you agreed to doesn't start until you surrender completely."

The hero looked at Lex in silence for a few moments, adjusting to the knowledge that a larger and stronger man was firmly grasping his arms, that he could not escape and had no choice but to submit. Even if he had not committed himself to the wager, standing this close to Lex and seeing and feeling the incredible power of the bigger man, he feared that Lex would overwhelm him by force if he did not give in.

"Alright, Lex, I will do my best."

"Maybe I can give you a little more encouragement."

Lex moved his hands from the hero's arms to his back, and forcefully pulled him in, pressing the mounds of their chests together. Lex again brought his mouth to the hero's mouth, but this time instead of thrusting his tongue immediately into the hero's mouth, he used it to lightly circle the hero's lips while his hand stroked the tensed layers of muscles across the hero's back. Lex felt a gasp of air escape from the hero mouth as it opened on its own and merged with Lex's mouth. Lex's tongue accepted the invitation of the open gate.

The hero began to feel the pleasure of the sensation of their lips touching and Lex's tongue pressing against his own. The strength of Lex's arms pulling him in, and the hardness of Lex's chest against his own caused his pulse to begin to pound. He felt his cock become harder then he had ever remembered. His nostrils breathed in Lex's scent. He began to press his body into Lex, rubbing himself into the hardness of Lex's torso. His own tongue started to move into Lex's mouth. His hands, as if they had minds of their own, moved up and cupped Lex's pectorals, massaging with his fingers their round, solid mass.

After several minutes Lex withdrew his tongue from their interlocked mouths and pulled his face back from the hero, although maintaining his solid grip on the hero's back. Given that he was about two inches taller, Lex looked down into the hero's eyes, which reflected a mixture of confusion, fear, and desire. Embarrased, the hero's hands stopped their exploration of Lex's pecs, and he started to step back away from Lex with his left foot.

"Where do you think you're going, butt boy?"

Lex moved his hands down to the hero's glutes. Taking each of the perfect globes of the hero's ass firmly in his hands, Lex pulled the hero's pelvis tightly into his own. The hero felt the ridges of their defined abdomens plaster against each other, and then an electric charge throughout his body as their hard cocks made contact for the first time. Lex pivoted his pelvis so that their organs rubbed repeatedly against each other, causing the hero to become even harder. Lex heard the hero slightly moan in pleasure, causing him to pull the hero into him even tighter.

"ooooooooh"

"So you like Big Lex's dick against yours, Supie-boy?"

"I'm . . I'm just living up to the wager."

"Yeah, right, that's all your doing."

Lex released his pressure on the hero's ass and moved back slightly, allowing a small space between them. He wrapped his right arm around the hero's shoulder, pulling him in and again plunging his mouth into the hero's, forcefully inserting his tongue as deeply as he could. He felt the hero tentatively place his hands against Lex's back. Lex's left hand reached down and began massaging the head of the hero's cock. Lex felt the hero's body tense in response. Lex withdrew his tongue from the hero's mouth and looked him the eyes, Lex's hand now firmly working the shaft of the hero's cock.

"aaaah, Lex, . . stop."

"Supes, relax, just think of us as enemies with benefits. Let's have some real fun. Follow me."

Lex released the hero's cock, grabbed him by his lats on both sides, and proceeded to levitate both of them ten feet up in the air above the floor of the fortress cavern. Lex released his hold on the hero, who kept himself still in the air, eye to eye with Lex. The bald behemoth gradually lowered himself until his face was level with the hero's chest.

"Nice tits!"

Lex dart his tongue against the hero's left nipple, and then placed his mouth firmly around it, sucking and working it with his tongue while his right hand tightly squeezed the hero's right nipple. After about thirty seconds, Lex switched the nipple getting his mouth's attention, then a minute later Lex continued his path down the hero's body, running his tongue across the ridges of the hero's taut abdominals. Within moments Lex's mouth came to the hero's erect cock.

"Time for Supie's first blow job."

The hero looked down from above as Lex grabbed either side of his pelvis and then took the head of the hero's cock in his mouth and began attacking it with his tongue The hero's face cringed from the intensity of the sensation.

"Lex, . . . don't, . . don't."

Lex ignored the hero's words and moved the hero's diamond hard cock further past his lips, as far into his throat as Lex could manage. Lex then moved his mouth up and down the cock, feeling the hero squirm with unaccustomed pleasure at the process. After twelve trips deep into Lex's throat, Lex pulled back and let the saliva covered cock emerge from his mouth.

"Okay, Supes, that's how its done. Let's see you try it with my meat-sicle."

Lex now rotated himself in the air, elevating his feet so that they were raised above his head, placing Lex's groin next to hero's face. Lex again swallowed the hero's cock in his mouth and continued his backward and forward movement. The hero now found Lex's enormous erect cock waiving in his face. Tentatively, at first, he placed his hands on Lex's thighs, and attempted to take Lex's ample cock in his mouth. He stretched his jaw, managing to get the head past his lips, and then mimiced as best he could Lex's technique, though he found it difficult at first to move his mouth up and down the large organ. After a minute or two, however, he developed a rhythm to his strokes that coincided with the flow of Lex's continuing movement on the hero's own cock. The depth and intensity of each their movements increased, as if their efforts to orally stimulate each other's cocks became yet another form of competition. The hero began to feel pressure increasing within him and his body starting to spasm, and he knew that if they continued he would soon be exploding into Lex's throat.

The hero suddenly froze as he felt Lex's hands working the inner cheeks of his butt, and one of Lex's fingers pressing into his anus. The sensation and the stimulation that accompanied it shocked him. The hero pulled his mouth back off of Lex's cock as he felt Lex push the finger inside him and work it in and out.

"Lex, . . what are you doing?"

Lex disgorged the hero's cock, and looked up at him grinning, while he pushed the finger into the hero as far as it would go. He felt the hero tense and tighten in response to the unfamiliar pressure.

"Priming the pump, Supes."

"No."

"Yes."

Lex's legs immediately wrapped around the hero's head, and his arms tightened in around the hero's pelvis and hips, Lex's finger firmly placed in the hero's anus. Lex moved the two of them forcefully to the ground so that he landed on top of the paniced naked hero, next to the table where Lex had won their final bet. Lex released his legs and his arms grasp on the hero and rolled off him, allowing the hero to raise himself to his feet. The hero, moving without thought except escape, took a running step toward the entrance to the fortress. Before he could take a second step or begin flight, he felt the meat hooks of Lex's powerful arms wrap around him from behind, and then pull him back into Lex's hard, massive body.

"Whoa, Supie, I don't think you want to be seen flying out of here buck-naked like that. Besides, I'm not done collecting my prize."

"Lex, your fifteen minutes of having your way are done."

"As I calculate, I'm still owed about a minute."

Recovering his senses, the hero's heightened sense of time told him that Lex was right. He braced himself and ceased his effort to break Lex's solid hold around his midsection. As he moved back he felt Lex standing directly behind him, the boulders of his chest pressing against the hero's back, and Lex's moist hard cock pressing between the cheeks of the hero's butt.

"Okay Lex, you have a minute more."

"Attaboy, now reach over and brace your hands on the table in front of you."

"Lex, you can't . . "

"Just do it"

As the hero bent to place his hands on the table, he felt Lex grab him on either side around his pelvis, and then a sudden jolt of pain as the head of Lex's cock began to work its way into him. He attempted to pull himself away, but Lex's strong hold made that impossible.

"Aaargh"

Lex made a sudden hard push. He felt the hero buckle in pain. Remembering his own first prison experience, Lex felt a bit of sympathy for the hero - but of course not enough to stop. Lex began moving his cock back and forward within the hero, repeatedly pounding his groin against the perfect globes of the hero's glutes.

"Aaargh, Lex, stop, . . . the fifteen minutes are finished."

"Yeah, well I'm not."

The hero struggled but was unable to escape Lex's grip on him as Lex's pounding continued. As Lex felt himself nearing the point of no return, he moved his hands up and around the hero, locking his hands and grabbing the hero by his midsection. Lex leaned back and pulled at the hero's waist, lifting the hero's feet off the floor, his ass still deeply impaled on Lex's throbbing cock. As Lex felt his cannon explode inside the hero for the first of what he felt assured would be many times, Lex knew he was finally fulfilled.

Fini, for now.

[robotsmasher]

Great Story! You should post it in the story section for more people to read, i'm sure it'll get even more views there

[Sacsteve]

Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it, as it was my first attempt at this kind of thing. I wouldn't want to seem like I was grandstanding by posting it again in the story section, but what I might do is go back and revise the first two sections a bit to coincide more with where the story ended up, and then post all the sections together. Then I'll have to decide whether to continue writing about Big Lex's further adventures, or try coming up with some other story line.

[Sacsteve]

Lex had remained inside the struggling hero for hours. He lost count of the number of times his cannon had exploded, repeatedly jolting the unprepared hero with the force of his gush. Lex might have gone longer but the hero, overwhelmed by the physical sensation and shock, lost consciousness. Lex finally withdrew his rod, and allowed the hero, dripping Lex's fluid, to collapse on top of him. For the following hours, Lex lay with his back on the ground recuperating, the unresponsive naked hero stretched out on top of him face down, his head draped over Lex's broad left shoulder. Lex raised his head slightly to peer over the contours of the conquered hero's muscular back, leading down to rise of the perfect globes of the hero's ass, causing Lex to again feel aroused.

Lex had been taken surprised by the intensity of his desire for his longtime adversary. Lex considered whether there had always been hidden in his intense hatred for his enemy, or whether it was a side effect of his transformation. Either way, there was no denying that his lust to decimate his foe was now matched by straightforward lust. Lex had enjoyed dominating his opponent, and proving that he was now bigger, faster, and stronger. However, Lex could not deny the power over him of the Kryptonian's physical beauty - the curl of dark hair falling into the sculpted face, the perfect portions of each part of his statuesque form blending into the next. Lex's appetite for the naked adonis draped across him was insatiable. Lex considered the possibility that this obsession might now be his greatest vulnerability. Lex knew he needed to break the hero and make him completely compliant with Lex's whims. To do that, Lex would need to overpower him in way that crushed the hero's will to resist.

As Lex sensed the hero was emerging from his stupor, he placed his hands on the hero's shoulders and shook lightly. The hero sucked in a breath, and his eyes shot open to discover himself stretched out naked on top of Lex's mammoth body with Lex's powerful right hand firmly grasping his left butt. The hero's arms pushed his head up, looking down on Lex in shock as his recollection returned about the ordeal he had been through.

"Welcome back, Supes, I'd offer you a cigarette if I had any."

"Lex, you are going to regret what you did to me."

"I take it that means you aren't ready yet to go at it again."

The hero's response was to quickly lift himself up, pull back his right fist and thrust it toward Lex's jaw. Just before he made contact, his hurtling fist was stopped in flight by Lex's left hand seizing it by the wrist. Lex yanked the hero's attacking arm to the side, and with his right hand grabbed the hero's left wrist. Lex grinned as he looked into the hero's angry, frustrated eyes.

"I thought we were getting along so well, Supes. I guess someone needs a reminder of what happens when we don't."

The hero attempted to resist, but Lex held his arms firmly in place. Now completely confident in his physical superiority, Lex raised himself to his feet, forcing the hero along with arms firmly held in place. Once standing, Lex extended his bulging arms out fully away from his body in both directions, pulling the hero's arms unwillingly along with him. Lex looked his old enemy in the eyes with a grin reflecting his enjoyment at the hero's discomfort at being overpowered. Lex then pulled his outstretched hands in toward his head, bringing the hero's wrists along with them, and causing their extraordinary arms to bulge in unison. Lex shifted his head in both directions, admiring the display of their aligned peaking biceps. Pressed next to each other in a flexed position, there was no mistaking that inspite of the hero's impressive muscularity, Lex's arms were several inches larger.

Lex started pressing his arms and hands downward. The hero's arms strained and quivered as he struggled to resist, but it was now painfully evident that he could make no headway against Lex. Gradually, Lex brought his hands down toward the hero's waist and then around the hero's back. Lex finally released the hero's wrists and linked his hands behind the hero's back. Lex tightened his arms around the hero's rib cage, and pulled the hero's naked torso into his own with a constricting bear hug that painfully squeezed the hero's midesction.

Lex bent back at his waist, lifting the hero's feet off the ground. Attempting to pry himself out of Lex's hold around his ribcage, the hero pushed as best he could against the solid armor of muscle of Lex's upper chest. In response, Lex tightened his hold, squeezing his old adversary's midsection and causing the hero to grimace in pain.

The hero began to panic as Lex increased the pressure. The hero considered the possibility that Lex might actually crack his ribs. The hero clenched his hands together, raised them above his head, and brought them as forcefully as he could muster down onto Lex's face. The force of the blow succeeded in knocking Lex back and releasing his grip, allowing the naked hero to fall to the ground.

The hero gathered his breath and started to pull himself to his feet, when he suddenly felt the pistons that were Lex's monstrous arms reaching around his back from behind and wrapping around his arms and shoulders, locking Lex's hands behind the hero's neck. Lex stood behind him and pulled the hero helplessly up in a full nelson grip, the hero's arms flailing in either direction. The hero attempted to pivot his weight to shake Lex off of him, but he could not budge the wall of muscle behind him. He attempted to bend at his waist to pull Lex over, but Lex held him solidly in place.

Lex's pulse pounded with mounting anticipation as he felt the hero squirm under the pressure of being held in place by Lex's massive arms locked around his back. Lex considered the tempting thought of simply pushing the hero to the ground, letting the hero attempt to struggle with him on the ground for a few minutes, and then calmly forcing his cock back into the hero's ass. However, Lex determined that while being repeatedly raped would traumatize the hero, it would not likely be enough to shatter his will completely. To do that, Lex needed to completely destroy the hero's sense of his identity.

After several minutes, the hero stopped his vain effort to break free of the rack of Lex's hold. He stood silently still for a minute, then spoke.

"You aren't planning just to hold me here, Lex."

"You are right, Supes, that's boring. Let's take a trip."

Lex elevated the two of them up in the air, maintaining his painful grip around the hero's neck. The hero was stunned that even in flight he was unable to budge Lex's massive arms.

"Lex what are you doing."

"I thought maybe it was time for us to show the world what a happy couple we make."

"Lex, we're naked."

"Ain't it wonderful."

Lex smashed the two of them through the fortress entry way, hurtling across the artic sky back in the direction of Metropolis.

Meanwhile, in a pile of rubble on the Fortress floor, the remnants of the phantom zone projector Lex had smashed hours before began to faintly glow.

[iluvbigmen]

good writing, but I really wish Lex had taken Superman's title and costume, that would've been awesome, then have Clark worship him....even Lois worships the new Superman willingly.

Talented writing though

[Sacsteve]

I'll see about working in a bit of what your asking for in the next chapter - but no Lois Lane.

[Sacsteve]

The titans rocketed across the night sky, the dark haired hero trapped in the vise of Lex?s monstrous arms wrapped from behind around the hero?s neck. He struggled but was neither able to break Lex?s hold, nor change Lex?s direction. The hero calculated that Lex was aiming for Metropolis, and the hero dreaded arriving in their current naked state. He also feared the harm Lex could inflict on the city?s residents. However, within moments they were approaching the city?s skyline.

?Supes, I got an idea. Let?s stop off at your place.?

To the hero?s shock, he recognized that Lex was headed to the apartment building where the hero maintained the apartment of his alter identity. As it was near three in the morning, no one saw the two naked Herculean figures landing on the apartment balcony patio.

As their feet touched the ground, Lex finally released his hold. The hero immediately pushed himself away and turned to face his transformed adversary.

?Lex, what are we doing here??

?I thought seeing your home, Supes, might help me get to know you better.?

?What are you talking about, Lex?.?

?Come on, Supes, you really thought you had me fooled with a pair of fake glasses? Let?s go inside, I want to see the life I?m going to be taking you from.?

Lex walked past the speechless hero and with a slight shove of his powerful hand forced open the door into the apartment. Lex turned slightly so that his wide shoulders could fit and entered. As Lex surveyed the apartment, the hero stood in the doorway staring at him.

?Not bad, Supes, but kind of modest digs for the hero of billions, don?t you think??

Lex wandered across the living room and picked up and examined a small trophy sitting on a bookshelf. Lex quickly recognized that it had been awarded to the hero?s alter ego for his reporting of Lex?s last trial and incarceration after Lex had been captured by the hero. Putting it back, Lex grinned at the hero who had entered the room and was hesitantly following.

Lex walked into the bedroom and headed to the closet. He opened its door and began examining the suits and other clothes the hero wore in his other identity. After a few minutes of inspecting the hero?s suits, shirts and pants, Lex turned toward the hero who had followed him into the room and was watching dumbstruck from a few feet away in front of the bed.

?You know, Supes, I?m reconsidering. Maybe we do want to keep this place and your cover, but I?m going to insist you start getting yourself some more stylish threads.?

The hero knew that there was nothing he could do at the moment to stop Lex?s invasion of his home. The damage that would follow from a struggle would put everyone else in the building, and indeed, the neighborhood, in danger. Moreover, the hero was now unsure of his ability to physically stop Lex from doing anything. As Lex moved toward him, the hero actually felt intimidated by the larger man.

Lex approached his long time adversary, enjoying the discomfort he could see in the hero?s formerly self confident eyes. Lex placed his right hand on the hero?s left shoulder and began to squeezing it lightly.

?Yeah, you?d look really good in a tailored Italian suit, Supes. Not as good as me, of course, but good. I think I would get a kick out of walking around the city with you in disguise, the two of us turning people?s heads. But you are going to have to give up that reporter?s job because from now on servicing me is all you have time for.?

While talking, Lex?s left hand reached out and began fingering the pronounced ridges of the hero?s abdominal muscles while his right hand continued to massage the hero?s shoulder moving toward his neck. The hero tensed at Lex?s touch, but restrained his instinct to resist, knowing that a struggle with Lex inside the building would be disastrous for its residents. He needed to get Lex to follow him outside to some place where there would be no dangering others.

The hero started to turn to move to his right toward the bedroom door. Immediately, the powerful right hand that had been stroking the hero?s shoulder suddenly forcefully grabbed his left deltoid, and the left hand that had been exploring the hero?s midsection reached over and solidly took hold of the hero?s pronounced right lat.

?Whoa, whoa, Supes, where do you think you?re going? We?re not done here.?

The hero realized that Lex was holding him solidly in place. His hulking adversary moved in closer. Once again, the hero found himself uncomfortably staring into the expanse of Lex?s oversized chest. In spite of the fact he had now spent two days constantly confronted by Lex, he was still taken back by the mounds of dense muscle that ballooned off Lex?s frame. For all his humility, the hero had always secretly enjoyed receiving the public?s admiration as the epitome of the perfectly developed male form. However he realized that as to sheer muscularity, there was no doubt that Lex surpassed him.

As Lex moved closer into the hero, his hands on the hero?s lat and shoulder pushed the hero backward firmly. The hero realized that Lex was throwing him back down onto the bed, and that he had no real capacity to resist.

?You know, Supes, I?m betting in all the time you?ve lived here this bed has never had a real work out.?

The hero started to lift himself to get off the bed, but before he could sit up Lex jumped on top of him, forcing the hero down with the weight of his immense body. The hero brought his arms in to push Lex back, but Lex quickly grabbed each of the hero?s hands in his own. The hero futilely struggled to move Lex off of him. After a few moments of wrestling, Lex had navigated the hero across the bed so that the hero was lying on his back with Lex on top of him. Lex held the hero?s arms down solidly on either side of the hero?s head, and Lex?s legs straddled the hero so that Lex?s pelvis rested directly over the hero?s own.

The hero felt the weight and hardness of Lex?s body on top of him. He looked up and saw how pressing the hero?s arms down caused Lex?s upper pectorals to portrude and flow into Lex?s enormous shoulders and bulging arms. He felt Lex?s groin begin to press into his own.

?Well, well, life does have it surprises. Me, naked on top of you in your own bed. Didn?t see that coming did you, Supes.?

At first, the hero was uncertain what Lex intended, but he began to feel Lex?s hips begin to lightly thrust into his own, and he felt Lex?s hard cock rubbing against his lower abs.

?Yeah, Supes, you feel real good underneath me.?

The sensations resulting from seeing and feeling Lex?s bulk press into him were overwhelming. The hero felt his own cock involuntarily harden in response to the rythmic pressure of Lex?s groin pushing against his.

Lex smiled, feeling the hero?s arousal and seeing the embarrassment and mounting pressure in his face.

?Think I can make you come like this, Supes??

?Lex.. stop.?

?Stop talking? sure.?

Lex increased the force and pace of his gyrations. The internal pressure in the hero?s body in response to the thrust of Lex?s torso against his own grew in intensity, and the hero realized that he was quickly moving to an inevitable release. Just before the moment arrived, Lex slowed his thrusting movement against the hero, and the hero felt his need to explode draw back.

Lex and the hero glared into each other intensely with looks that reflected both their mutual long standing hostility and overwhelming desire.

?How I have hated you and your arrogant superiority. ?

?Lex, you are pathetic. You have always been a loser.?

?Now you can get a taste of being humiliated by a superior man.?

?You may be powerful, Lex, but you will never be the superior man.?

?I am going to crush you underneath me.?

?I?m waiting, Lex.?

Out of each of their concentrated eyes, their anger became burning rays of sun hot light pulsing into the other?s eyes. Lex moved his head down as the hero raised his up, each fruitlessly attempting to blind the other. They stopped their blasting with faces centimeters apart. They stared at each other seized with emotion. Their lips met for a second and suddenly their lips opened and their tongues attacked each other with abandon. Lex released his grip on the hero?s right arm, which immediately reached up and grabbed the back of Lex?s head, pulling it into his own.

As the two attempted to consume each other?s mouths, Lex again began to thrust with his hips into the hero?s groin. Their rock solid cocks pushed alongside each other. Both felt the pressure reach the breaking point. As they released each other?s mouths and gasped for air, they simultaneously spasmed as their fluids shot across the crevices of their torsos.

The bodies repeatedly jolted into each for several minutes, then they collapsed in unison, Lex falling off the hero and laying alongside him on the bed. As they recovered, they stared at each other, neither sure of his next move.

[Sacsteve]

The adversaries silently lay alongside each other on the hero?s alter ego?s bed, their naked hyper-muscular bodies glistening from repeatedly ejaculating on each other.

The hero was in shock. Lex was his sworn adversary who had tried to destroy him innumerable times. He considered Lex to be an immoral monster who cared nothing about the lives his schemes had placed at risk. However, nothing he had ever effected him like Lex?s transformed body. As he looked at the naked collosal bald gladiator next to him, he could not control his rising arousal even though he and Lex had finished exploding on each other only minutes before. He struggled to keep his hands from exploring the bulges and crevices of Lex?s herculean body. He could not remove the image of Lex?s mountanous biceps from his mind, and thought of measuring them with his fingers and feeling their hardness. He could not restrain his eyes from glancing at the mounds of Lex?s expansive chest. His pulse began to race as he remembered the feeling of Lex?s mouth pressed against his, their tongues brushing against each other. He could not repress the memory of the taste and feel of Lex?s enormous hard cock in his mouth, and the intense pain he felt as Lex had forced it inch by inch into his ass. He was terrified to realize that in spite of that pain, he wanted to feel Lex inside him again.

Lex sensed he no longer needed to use force to keep the hero under his control. He rose out of the bed and walked into the adjacent bathroom. The hero heard the water turn on in his alter ego?s shower. He rose and followed into the now steaming room to find Lex standing in the large walk-in shower, water spraying down on him.

Silently, the two large naked men stared at each other for a moment. Then without shifting his gaze, Lex reached over with his right hand and grabbed a bottle of body wash on the shower ledge. Without moving his eyes from the hero, Lex brought the bottle in toward his torso, tensing to cause his oversized arms to bulge for the hero?s benefit. Lex squeezed the bottle in his hand, causing its slick contents to splatter across his chest. Lex could almost feel the hero suck in his breath as Lex?s large left hand reached in and slowly spread the soapy lather across the layered muscles of his chest. The water spraying from overhead caused the suds to flow down the pronounced ridges of Lex?s abdomen. Lex?s hand continued to work the lather down his torso until it reached his cock which Lex proceeded to take in his hand and briefly stroke and cover with soap. Although the hero?s eyes remained on Lex, his hand inadvertently reached down and grabbed his own member. Lex turned to face the shower head and let the water rinse the foam from his torso. Lex turned slowly saw the hero would get the full effect of the sculpted globes of Lex?s ass and the thick broad striated wings of his back glistening wet.

Lex turned off the water and turned back to face the hero and stepped out of the shower. He stood directly in front of the hero. Droplets of water fell from the ridge of Lex?s massive pecs onto the hero?s feet. Lex eyes looked down at those of the shorter hero. He could tell the hero?s eyes were fixed like those of a kid in a candy store on Lex?s portruding chest and the layers of muscle underneath it. Lex enjoyed the irony that the adonis before him who was generally considered the world?s most perfectly developed man was now overwhelmed by the sight of Lex?s even more perfect development.

?Go wash that dried cum off yourself, Man of Steel, then I got a surprise for you.?

Lex turned and started to walk toward the door, but slid his left arm back behind him as he did so, slapping the naked hero on the ass.

[Sacsteve]

Back in the hero's artic fortress, the faint glow in the wreckage of the phantom zone projector had grown to white hot intensity and began to fill the space. Suddenly, the explosion of light began to subside and then vanish, leaving behind the forms of three imposing men. Two on either side were dressed all in brown, pants fitting loosely around large legs, then becoming skin type at the hips and up their sculpted torsos, ending at their wide shoulders, leaving their large arms exposed, and down into a V shape beneath their necks, revealing protuding s;abs of muscle on their chests. Both men stood about six foot four, their heads covered in shoulder length blonde hair and thick beards. They glanced around them and reached out, stretching the large muscles of their arms.

As imposing as these figures on either side were, the eyes of any spectator would have drawn to the figure in the middle. He stood several inches taller than the behemoths on either side of him, and his proportions across his frame similarly exceeded their massive physiques. Although his clother were similarly design, they were all white. His head and beard were a deep brown, accentuating his high cheek bones and broad jaw.

The figure in white in the middle clasped his fists, and pulled in his arms, causing enormous biceps to swell.

"At last, Zod is free to capture and conquer his mate!"

[Sacsteve]

I just wanted to post a quick apology to those of you have been following that the last few installments have been short and far apart. My life has become a lot busier the past few months, so there probably won't be a new installment until after the holidays. A few of you have sent me messages on here which is quite a kick. I have a general idea how the Zod and crew addition is going to play out , but open to suggestions.

Happy holidays.

[HumanThingy]

I freaking LOVE this story! It's incredibly hot the way that you draw out Lex's torture of Clark, and the characterization of both Lex and Clark is phenomenal! It's such a pleasure to read and I really can't wait to read more of it!

[Sacsteve]

The hero stepped into his shower, turned on the steaming hot water and quickly washed the dried residue of his long time enemy's release off his abs and chest. Leaving the shower, he stopped for a brief moment and looked at himself in the mirror. There in front of him was the same perfectly proportioned adonis that had met him in the mirror for years. It had been always his secret pride knowing how just by walking into a room he caused the pulses of men and women to race. This time, however, the man he saw looking back in the mirror for the first time seemed to him oddly inadequate. No matter how crowd-stopping was his Herculean physique, he had to accept that outside the door was a more impressive and powerful man who caused the hero's own pulse to quicken. Just the thought of that man's overwhelming physical presence - the massive chest that literally seemed to have its own gravity - actually made the hero feel puny. The hero still could not believe that the man who so intimidated and overwhelmed him was Lex.

The hero sucked in his breath and walked out of the room, but nothing could have prepared him for what was waiting for him. There, in the middle of his alter identity's bedroom stood Lex, wearing the hero's own costume.

"You like, Supes? I could see your spare sets hidden through the walls and I couldn't resist giving it a try."

The hero was dumbstruck.* The bright blue skin tight uniform, stretched to its limits, just magnified the effect of Lex's gargantuan proportions.* The expanse of Lex's enormous laterals, set against the bright red cape, seemed to fill the room.* The hero felt himself unable to move, and just stood there staring at his long time adversary.*

Seeing the flabbergasted hero standing speechless and naked in front of him sent a charge coursing through Lex. Even knowing he now could now literally snap his old enemy's back in his arms did not satisfy Lex. His triumph would not be complete until the object of his lust willingly submitted to Lex. And he sensed that moment was close.

Lex locked eyes with the silent hero.

"Come here."

The smaller man hesitantly stepped a few feet toward the costumed bald behemoth.

"Come on, closer."

The anxious hero moved within a few feet of Lex, his eyes fixed on his famous emblem stretched tight across Lex's oversized chest.*

"So how do you think it fits me? I was surprised I could get into it. Feel how tight it is."

The hero knew he should retreat - make a lunge for the nearest window and flee across the sky. But Lex now had a power over him that he could not resist. He placed his hands on Lex's chest on either side of the emblem. His fingers reached out, slowly exploring the pressure of the tight costume stretched against Lex's diamond hard form.* He stared as if hypnotized.* Lex could not resist the urge and gave his pectorals a quick flex just to watch the hero,s reaction.

Lex made a fist with his right hand and pulled his right arm in front of him causing his mountainous bicep to bulge.

"Feel how it covers the guns."

The hero did not need to be told twice. His hands reached to just below Lex's right shoulder, and with fingers stretched out moved gradually down Lex's arm, feeling the bulk of Lex's triceps and curve of the hardened bicep through the skin tight blue material.

"Nice, isn't it.?"

Lex was aroused by the hero's groping.* His increasingly stiff cock pressed against the elasticity of the costume's red trunks. Lex was enjoying the attention too much to stop and raised his arms to his sides, causing two mountains of muscle to peak on either side of Lex's bald head.

The hero was no longer in control of his hands.* He stepped in closer until his chest pressed against Lex's chest. He reached up so his fingers could explore the immense arms covered in blue on either side of Lex's shiny head. They stretched and pressed into the round hardness of Lex's biceps. The hero could tell that each of Lex's arms measured more than thirty inches, at least five inches more than his own. He realized that it had only been his ego that had let him think he stood any chance in a test of strength against Lex.

Lex turned his head from side to side to enjoy the sight of the wide-eyed hero squeezing his display, then looked at the hero directly in the eyes. They stared at each other, as Lex lowered his arms.

"Any doubt now that the S on my chest stands for Superior? "

"Do what you want with me, Lex, just leave others out of it."

"No one else matters to me, Supes, this is just about you and me."

"What do you want, Lex?"

"I just want what we both know belongs to me."

Lex reached around the hero's lower back and pulled their chiseled torsos tightly together. Their hard cocks rubbed against each others' groins. The feeling of Lex's powerful arms sent a surge through the hero's body. As Lex moved into him, the hero grabbed Lex's shoulders and before he realized it his lips were pressed solidly against Lex's lips.

As their mouths opened and their tongues slammed into each other, Lex could feel the hero's now unrestrained hunger for him. The hero consumed Lex's mouth as his hands squeezed the sides of Lex's arms wrapped around his back. Confident that the hero no longer had any will to struggle, Lex slid his powerful right hand down the hero's back to the perfect globes and began to fondle the hero's meaty ass. Then Lex's index finger began prodding at the hero's anus.

The hero immediately withdrew his tongue from Lex's mouth. Lex could feel the hero's body tense as Lex began to push his finger in. Lex flexed the muscles in his arms wrapped around the hero's back just as a reminder that resistance was futile. The hero did not need reminding. He stared into Lex's eyes with trepidation and tensely gripped Lex's triceps, but he did not attempt to break free.

"Just relax, Supes, and get used to it. . . . Attaboy."

Adjusting to the sensation inside him, the hero pushed himself even harder into the wall of muscle standing solidly in front of him.* Despite his discomfort, there was no denying how good Lex's hard body felt pressed against him.

"You know, Supes, I think you're ready to try the real thing again."

Lex lifted the hero with his arms wrapped around the hero's back and carried the hero a few feet across the room to the foot of the bed, then released his arms so that the naked hero fell back before him across the bed with legs hanging down to the floor at the foot on the bed. Immediately, Lex reached down and pulled down the red trunks he was wraring, causing Lex's large erect cock to spring up to attention. The hero did not move as Lex quickly removed the rest of the famous uniform, picked up a small bottle he had placed on a nearby counter, and stood towering in front of the reclining hero.

"I thought we might get here, so while you were showering I made a little high speed trip out to make things a little easier on you this time."

Lex's right hand reached down between the hero's legs and squeezed the contents of the bottle into the cheeks of the hero's ass. Lex dropped the small bottle to the floor and worked gooey fluid with his fingers up into the hero's butt.

"Just cause we're supermen doesn't mean we can't be helped by a little lube.* I know you just showered but trust me it will be worth it."

"Lex, slow down!"

"Sorry, Supes, you got me too worked up."

Before the hero could respond, Lex's arms reached down and his hands grabbed the hero's ankles, and lifted them up until they were pressed against Lex's chest and he was staring down the hero's legs at the hero's torso lying across the bed. The hero stared back at Lex with frightened eyes but made no attempt to resist.* Lex placed his knees on the bed and leaned down over the hero, pushing the hero's legs forward and exposing the hero's ass.

The hero looked up at Lex, who was moving in toward him. Lex's huge striated chest virtually filled the hero's vision. He knew that if he was going to attempt to prevent Lex from entering him again, he needed to resist now.* He considered attempting to use the force of his legs which were lifted by in the air to push Lex away and attempt an escape. However, looking up at the most powerful and perfectly developed man he had ever encountered, the hero realized he had no desire to escape.

[imfit]

I saw the story pop up again on my new posts. I was hoping that you had added another installment.

Other adventures of Big Lex would be GREATLY appreciated!

[Sacsteve]

I'm glad you look forward to new posts. It may be awhile until the next one as I'm a bit conflicted on how it's going to play out, although I expect Lex and Zod are going to need to resolve who is top dog. Beyond that not sure, not a lot of competition for Lex out there.

[droz]

I think you should have Lois, Supergirl or Powergirl decide who is the better man....maybe all three of them together get to decide.

[Sacsteve]

I'm not qualified to write that story line.

[iluvbigmen]

MMM.... love Lex wearing Superman's costume ... it would be hot, if he rescued Superman from Zod and his goons wearing the costume, then make Clark admit Lex now deserves the title and costume of Superman, and that Clark is his bitch and no longer can call himself Superman or wear the costume... and of course Clark thanks the new Superman for saving him

[HumanThingy]

This is FANTASTIC! I can't WAIT to see more!