Dr. Wayne, not related to Bruce, makes his Entry in Metropolis.

Metropolis.

A jewel of the world. Protected by the most powerful hero in the world.

Superman, or as I prefer to call him, Kal'El. Like me, he is not from this world and his powers were greatly enhanced when he came to this backward world. I had heard about the fate of the planet and was amazed that some of its citizens had survived. My people had experienced a similar fate, though for different reasons.

In the universe my people were known as a Bender. This was a rather uncultivated way of insulting my race. About 80% of our race was born with an enormous hypnotic power and was able to manipulate most sentient and conscious beings. While we had been known as diplomats and peacemakers in the universe in ancient times, this reputation had slowly deteriorated over the millennia. We were mistrusted, and this eventually led to war. Most of my kind were destroyed or driven out into the entire universe. While some of my kind were seeking **** and raising huge armies, which is admittedly not very difficult for us, others like me felt that this was the wrong way.

I had retreated to this funny, small, almost unknown planet because I wanted to spend the rest of my life here. By their standards it was still a little bit like three hundred thousand years, but it was not quite sure if I really wanted to stay here that long. To be honest, I didn't even believe that this race would survive that long.

However, I soon learned that this planet was not so unfamiliar. Many galactic celebrities came here from time to time and this planet had already fought a lot of battles, which it had even won thanks to some special individuals.

I admit that the thought of running around with a mask and beating up bad guys seemed a bit stupid to me, but the rest of the costumes looked very good! So good that I decided to take a closer look at the superheroes and villains of this world.

And the easiest way to get close to them was a mere mortal named Lois Lane.

And so, I stood outside my office and read the sign on the door.

Like Kal'El, our race had evolved in much the same way as humans. I was outwardly indistinguishable from them. I may have been a little taller with my six feet, but that wasn't unusual. Physically, I was neither overly wide nor narrowly built, but rather like a man who cared for and nurtured his body. Well defined muscles were always my favorite and I worked hard to keep this appearance. Unfortunately, unlike Kal'El, I was not blessed with overpowering physical abilities. My black, slightly over-the-shoulder hair was usually tied in a braid or just let it fall over my shoulders. The only thing that set me apart physically, at least externally, was my penis. According to the women I had had sex with so far, my penis was especially big and thick. It wasn't that it was unnatural, but according to some, I could easily take on the best porn actors in the world. In addition, I had emerald green eyes, a characteristic of my race and the gift of good looks. I was lucky on this planet that the usual ideal of beauty here matched my face well. So, I was really considered to be extremely beautiful on earth and had even worked as a model for a while, which was a rather mind-boggling job.

Dr. Dean Wayne. Psychologist. Specialist in traumatic events and partner problems.

I had picked the name from a newspaper article. The last name belonged to some rich Gotham lecher, and the first name sounded at least like my own. With a shrug of the shoulders I went to my new empire, which of course the mayor had generously made available to me. Grinning, I looked at my secretary, an invention of this planet. Basically, it was her job to manage my appointments and coordinate the registrations. Somehow the concept behind it seemed stupid to me, but that's how people were. The woman behind the desk smiled at me and came to me immediately.

"Dr. Wayne! It is so nice that we can finally start! I don't know how to thank you for this opportunity," she smiled and hugged me. I could clearly feel her big breasts. The former star of the porn industry had always liked me in the movies and that's how I got my attention.

"Nicole Aniston!" I smiled. "It has been a pleasure to help you. The porn industry was not good for you," I smiled, and she nodded overzealously.

"You are so right, Dr. Wayne! I can’t believe I've been there this long! I'm so grateful that I'm finally getting the chance to be more than just an object of lust," she said, relieved and I smiled.

"But you still like being my object of desire, don't you?"

"But of course, doctor. You may fuck me anytime. Anytime, anywhere! I will spread my legs for you as long as I live and show you why I was so celebrated as a porn star," she beamed happily. "I can't wait for you to fuck me and make me feel this feeling of peace and completeness again!

"This is good. But that will remain our little secret. First, we must do serious work here. I'm waiting for a very specific customer."

"Oh?" she asked, and her blue eyes beamed curiously at me.

"Lois Lane! Once I have her, it won't be hard for me to meet Superman!"

"Superman? The Man of Steel?" she asked and opened her sinful lips in excitement.

"The very one! And once he is here... the four of us will have a lot of fun! And now come along! I'd like to christen my office," I said and smiled as she nodded and bent over the desk in my office, spreading her legs.

"Of course, Doctor Wayne!" she moaned as she pulled up her miniskirt and played with her pussy. "Dedicate it all!"