Clark Goes To Brazil

One month later.

Superman saves the day again!

The monster attacking Brazil had been safely defeated by the international superhero. Swooping in to save the day before it had managed to push over their statue and have Jesus crush them for their sins. A few punches here, a few laser blasts there, all before safely tossing the forty foot leviathan into space where it had come from.

Clark didn’t really speak much of the language, but relieved praise transcended those barriers. He walked amongst the saved populace, mostly trying to make sure no one was hurt but still accepting their handshakes and praise all the same. It wasn’t an arrogance thing for him, just a place for their feelings to feel heard before he flew off to the next disaster.

Still, there were plenty of English speaking people there too. Carnival brought all kinds to the streets of this wonderful city, though it seemed a lot of their drunken minds didn’t even realise that he’d just saved their lives at all.

While the locals were praising him and the news was reporting his presence, he saw one buxom lass raise her bead covered top upwards while wooing. A set of double d’s that would make even Dinah blush bouncing around in front of the world’s greatest superhero. Superman didn’t particularly blush, but he was clearly uncomfortable with the sudden eroticism, “U-uhm, very nice ma’am,” He gave an awkward thumbs up before suddenly realising more partying women were starting to raise their tops. Who wouldn’t want to flash Superman given the chance? He nervously chuckled, especially in front of the cameras, trying to figure out a way out of this predicament.

“Clark? Can you hear me?”

Saved by the bell. He rolled up his sleeve to check his communicator watch, seeing a light blue flash repeating.

“Sorry everyone, duty calls!” smiled Superman before flying up into the stratosphere. Brazilians and topless females all cheering on as the blue and red streak disappeared into the distance with a smile and a wave. Once he was far away enough, he rolled up his sleeve again to return the call. “Lois? Is everything okay? I hope you’re not upset about those women flashing me.”

“I’m about to cheat on you, Clark.”

That stopped him in his tracks. Practically screeching to a halt among the Brazil cloudline.

It’s not a sentence a husband usually wants to hear from his wife. Even at the best of times, that kind of line is saved for moments of true anger or at least kept secret until he haplessly walks in on the pair. To call him on his secret emergency watch based on his super hearing to tell him such a piece of normally devastating news…

But Superman twitched in the sky, feeling his dick grow in his super underwear at the idea of his wife’s infidelity.

He gulped, slowly clicking in the button to ask, “I… is it…?”

“Yes, Clark. It’s with Dean.”

“I consent to this!” He blurted out, unable to stop his erection now. Just the idea of Dean being with Lois in the same room was enough to get him close to splooge town.

“Oh honey, I don’t think you could stop us even if you wanted to,” said Lois, “I got naked for our master as soon as he arrived. We haven’t taken our hands off each other, even his fingers lazily probing my pussy feel better than your best efforts.”

Clark felt so blessed to have such an understanding partner. Of course he could stop them if it was what either of them wanted, but Lois was playing into his favourite fantasy. Making Clark the utter cuckold loser compared to the head of their house. That degrading feeling of shame engorged his cock and threatened to tear his kryptonian underwear in twain. His free hand quickly started rubbing himself, the winds of the planet failing to cool the absolute burning sun in his pants.

“S-so you’re naked…?”

“Oh yeah,” replied Lois, “I’d ruin my panties if I didn’t take them off. Dean makes me so wet, Clark. I can feel the sperm in his balls, wanting so desperately to flood my womb with seed. God, my nipples are so hard, mmm… he’s squeezing them now… fuck…”

He could hear the smile in Lois’ voice. He could hear everything now that he was putting his entire focus on their bedroom fun. It was definitely their marital bedroom, the ticking of the neighbor’s annoyingly mistimed clock confirmed it. With super hearing Clark could hear the gentle rubbing of Lois’ fingers against Dean’s balls, the way she cupped him and the little gasps she made as she analysed his abundant fertility. He could hear the sperm swimming around in there, readying their journey to travel up his wife’s oozing cunt to her descended womb. Their increased heart rates, each drip of their genitals, the gentle way they touched each other in anticipation for hard fucking, Clark could hear it all. He could create a mental map of the room and experience it almost more intimately than if he was allowed to sit and watch from his dog bed.

Superman gulped, wanting so badly to rush back to that spot and watch his wife getting split open once more, “W-where would you like me, sir?”

“Stay there,” Dean’s words were bold and confident, making Clark feel that smallness he craved. “Your reward for saving Brazil is to listen while you jerk it. Just don’t cum till I tell you..”

“Thank you, Sir.”

It was almost strange that Dean would say ‘nothing more’ like Clark would wanton anything greater than the head of the household’s wishes. Furthermore, jerking off to Lois was quickly becoming his favourite pastime. Getting to listen to it live was far greater than the memories in his head he kept having to use whenever he needed relief (which was becoming rather frequent).

Lois and Dean were kissing now. Standing next to his marital bed while Dean’s huge cock pressed against his wife’s ample underboob. It lay up her belly, exciting her with every errant pulse against her pure porcelain skin.

The famed reporter submitted herself so readily to their therapist now. Sure, it was all for Clark’s sake, but knowing Lois was enjoying the roleplay made him all the harder. Those moans she gave off as Dean’s hands roamed her body were so much greater than the sounds he could make her emit. She bit at his lip, he fingered her ass, and Clark continued to wank in his pants.

It didn’t take long for Lois to sit her pert rear on the bed and spread her legs wide. That humming smile that Clark imagined thanks to her excited breathing, he could practically hear her ovulating the more she touched Dean’s dick. A looming stud, caring little for marital sanctity, and focusing only on the depraved pleasure he could bring to Lois’ aching cunt. Dean kissed her hard, dominating her mouth with his manly tongue while Lois just wrapped herself around him begging for more. Her gushing pussy bumping his dick bt not finding its way to be penetrated by such a wide girth too easily. Lois just wanted it so bad, and Dean loved to watch the dignified pulitzer winner whine.

“He’s gonna fuck me, Clark…” Lois breathlessly explained, “Dean gets me all to himself, anytime, anywhere, I think I can’t live without his dick anymore…”

“Me neither…” Clark admitted.

Lois couldn’t care less about what her limp husband was mumbling, “Here it comes… here it COOMMEEESSS!”

It was the wedded couple’s favourite part. Lois obviously loved the feeling of Dean’s dick wrenching open her folds, and Clark never felt happier until Dean was inside his wife. That feeling of failure driving him to finally reach into his underwear proper and go to town on his alien cock. Lois’ moans totally drowning out his own, as her voice echoed out unashamed by the peak pleasure Dean was delivering.

That stretching sound of Lois’ pussy echoed in Clark’s mind. Such a powerful pole, bullying her descended womb like it was a punching bag, spreading precum through her clenching walls to mark the territory of Ms. Lane’s insides. Dean may have done it before, but as a stud this was his right. And clearly, Lois didn’t mind at all.

She writhed and squirmed with each thrust into her boiling quim. Her fingers dug into whatever surface she could find, barely cognizant through the haze of lust that she plunged towards.

Dean kept a steady pace. Her pussy was becoming molded to his oversized penis, squeezing her internal juices out of her velvety walls before scooping them out with his rubbery cockhead. Lois may have become numb to his noises, but Dean still thoroughly enjoyed hearing the great Superman moan on the other side of the call. He could lick up her neck, nibble at her nipple, with sweat and drool and so many juices leaking onto their marital bed… yet Clark clearly wanted more. His mind control was so deeply ingrained in that man now, almost as much as Lois’ pliable brain turning to mush the second he got his massive cock out. Lois and Clark, just a pair of powerful playthings for him now.

Which is why Dean wanted to see how far he could push Clark.

High above the Brazilian party zone floated a single floating masturbator, spotted by a single bleary eyed party goer flying in on a nearby plane that no one would ever believe.

His dick had been pulsing for a while now. Superman literally couldn’t cum until Dean permitted it, there were too many psychic locks on him to ever disobey. Sometimes it was a boon, it meant he could sit at the edge of orgasm for ages. Hearing Lois moan made him nearly nut immediately now, so it really helped him get some longevity out of his wanks. That being said, even Superman needed a mental break sometime.

“Master! M-may I cum?!”

It had been an hour, so Dean knew his pet wouldn’t ask unless he was growing ****. A perfect time to keep fucking the mind broken Lois and grab the watch from her, “No. It’s time, Clark, but not to cum. At least, not in those red panties of yours.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“You have to seduce someone, Clark,” said Dean, a calmness to his voice that didn’t sway despite him still thumping away into a tight cunt, “Lois and I finalised it while you slept last night. Your balls will now fully make a woman pregnant with my baby, not yours. Which also means, no more wasting my Kryptonian seed. You still haven’t flown that away from Carnival, correct? Then Superman must find a nice Brazilian girl to impregnate.”

“I-Impregnate?!”

“Yes. I have told you that I’m here to conquer. To make this world bend to my whim with the next generation being full of my spawn. Within two cycles, my people will repopulate this planet to a sexual utopia. And you, Superman, are going to save my family. Through impregnating any girl I let you.”

Clark felt nervous, like something was going awry with this whole plan. Even if it wasn’t his sperm, he couldn’t just sleep with someone else, could he? “This is going too far, Doct-”

“It’s all part of the roleplay, Clark.” Dean’s voice seemed to return to the less dominant tone that he’d originally met Clark with. The calm collected therapist that Clark trusted with his life, with his wife. Surely nothing would be wrong if Dean believed this to be right, right? “I am a stud, correct?”

“Oh yes, doctor.” said Clark, hearing Lois also wildly agree with many expletives as well.

“And stud’s breed, yes?”

“That they do.”

“Well, if my natural state is to breed many women, then I’ll have to stop fucking your wife so much, won’t I?”

“I… Oh no!” Clark’s eyes widened, hating that idea with a passion, “B-but you have to keep fucking Lois! Our marriage will-!”

“Be fine, as long as someone is out there breeding for me.” It all made a lot of sense. Dean went through a lot of effort to make sure Superman’s balls could produce offspring for him, so it would be rude and wrong to ignore it. “Do not think of yourself as a man impregnating a woman. Think of yourself as a mere sex toy. A tool for me to breed more. Lois is just one of many of my harem, but with your efforts I can keep her well loved for years to come.”

“I would really like that…”

“Good boy. I’ll make it even easier for you,” said Dean, a pause in his words as he seemed to be concentrating. “There. I’ve changed the subliminal effect on your suit’s logo. Now, as well as being an advertisement for me, everyone will believe what you’re saying is the truth. You are a paragon of the subject after all. Now go, my pet. Nut in whomever you please.”

Obviously, Superman didn’t really want to do that.

To go impregnate a stranger just because his therapist told him to? It was certainly the kind of depraved extension of his condition. Being turned into a living dildo, a turkey baster of jizz to fill up any woman Dean desired to fill, there was something underlying pleasurable about the idea for Clark. But morality was fighting him. Maybe if this was someone else’s therapy he could abide, maybe if they were seeing Dean themselves and knew the pleasure his wonderful ideas could bring forth, but… just some stranger partying in Brazil? That… that seemed wrong…

Yet, despite his internal protests, Clark floated down to the night covered city. He’d been up there for at least an hour trying to cum, maybe he could lie to Dean and apologise later… but to no avail. The head of the house didn’t permit him to cum, so Clark could not. All the while Lois was pounded over and over and over again in his ear. The sweet sounds of his wife’s cheating seemingly neverending, keeping him hard and erect in the sky like a floating pervert. Unable to fly home, or anywhere at all, just focusing only on how deep his desire was to cum.

At some point he found his feet on the ground. Clark had managed to stay hidden behind the festivities, on a random side street where he viewed the main attraction. So many dancers, dressed in little more than feather boas and sequins. Their bodies gyrating as they walked, showing off such powerful erotic displays while they enjoyed their lives. Other women were there too, the current youthful generation loving to display midriffs, bare cleavage, skirts with cuts up to their navals, and their thigh tattoos and so much more.

There were so many beautiful women here, it was almost intoxicating to look at. Strangers from all countries came together, with different bodies and ethnicities, it was the first time Clark had ever thought about how quick he could impregnate all of them. Gawking at females like they were naught but objects to breed with. Always hearing Lois moan on repeat in his ear, his superwatch imperceptible to anyone but him, and forcing him to imagine Dean fucking any one of these women he looked at. He had been horny before, but the ideas swimming in his head were beginning to duplicate. A desire running up his spine to fill up those sexy exotic dancers with Dean’s seed… maybe he’d do it with his super speed, no one would ever even know he was there…

“Superman!”

His superhearing had been focused so hard on Lois’ continued guttural moaning that he had missed two voices sneaking up behind him. Worst of all, they were two people he already knew.

“We saw you on the news!” said Dinah, giving a smile to her friend as the pair approached. “We were just out here enjoying ourselves at Carnival!”

Ollie similarly grinned, already offering a “Sorry we couldn’t help with the monster earlier. We were on our way but you’d taken care of it and bolted before we could even say hey.”

Clark said nothing.

He simply stared at the body of Black Canary with a deep seeded hunger. He knew that this human was beautiful–so many villains had jeered at her even despite his protests–yet this was the first time he could truly see how breedable she was.

Blonde hair that cascaded down, hips wide having plenty of room to fill, heaving breasts already looking ready to be full of milk. It didn’t help that so much of her skin was on display. She wore only a pure white tanktop that looked a little too small for her heaving bosoms even if they were covered by beads, and booty jean shorts paired with her usual fishnets to really make you notice every part of her. He wondered how Dean would like such a beautiful woman, perhaps she’d scream louder than what Lois was doing in his ear right now.

Hadn’t these two been having dating problems? Clark kind of remembered Lois attempting to gossip with him about it. Ollie maybe slept with someone… or Dinah wanted a more exciting sex life… he always tried to ignore these facts out of privacy, but now they were his lifeline. Clark could rationalise making them disciples of Dean if they were having troubles.

Clark would be allowed to cum, they would get the best couples therapy in the world, and most importantly Dean would be happy with sexy superheroine. That’s why he was still fucking Karen, obviously.

Without a response, both Dinah and Ollie gave each other a worried look.

“...uh, Superman? You okay over there?”

“Woah… do you have a boner?”

Clark said nothing once more, but did turn his body towards them. No longer hiding the erection that filled his pants to point himself at the pair.

They were both beginning to edge away from this scene, feeling the tension building as their nerves became overwhelmed. It wasn’t the first time an out of control Superman had occurred, but usually it wasn’t up to two very underpowered humans to deal with it alone.

“What’s happening here?”

“You can talk to us Clark… we’re still your friends… remember that.”

Clark could hear their voices, but they were still getting drowned out by the noises of Lois playing through his super hearing. Dean had said that he had made the S a way to get what he wanted… was that true? “I-I have to cum in Dinah.”

Black Canary blinked.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Ollie had her hand in his and was beginning to bolt down the street immediately. He didn’t let anyone finish their thoughts, or explain, the man just began to run.

“Ollie?!”

He knew it was pointless, but had to try and fumble with the communicator in his pocket anyway, “Fuck fuck fuck!”

“Wait! Clark said he needed to cum in me!”

Ollie shook his head rapidly, “It’s gonna be some Brainiac mind control! Or Joker shit! Whatever it is, we gotta-!”

With a sudden rush of air, Superman brought Black Canary and Green Arrow to a quiet bedroom where the eyes of Carnival would not see them. Dinah had been sat on the bed while Ollie was put in a nearby chair, both blinking trying to figure out any way out of this… but it was too late.

“Keep looking this way and don’t freak out,” said Clark, instantly earning their undivided attention. “Everything I’m about to say to you makes perfect sense, and you believe it wholeheartedly because it’s the truth.” Well that made sense, Superman was known for being a truthful boyscout, so why would he lie? “I know it doesn’t make sense at first, but as a man, being cheated on because there’s someone that’s superior to you feels utterly amazing. That… internal revulsion makes your dick so hard. And as a woman, finding that perfect man to breed with… well, isn’t that ultimately your true desire? Humans seem to be just as size oriented as us Kryptonians. The best genetics for the future. Which leads me to tell you about Dean. You have to know how incredible Dean Williams is. I believe he is the best of us, because he is. I’d follow him to hell and back. So the fact that I have his sperm in my testicles and am willing to impregnate you with it is very arousing to you. Both of you. The chance to raise Dean’s child is a chance neither of you can pass up.” He admitted, fully stripping his lower half in a flash but keeping his hypnotic S on his chest while his dick rapidly twitched beneath him, “I’ll be really quick filling you with seed, promise.”

Dinah and Ollie were speechless. Staring at him in a way that made Clark really hopeful that Dean hadn’t been lying about the hypnosis, otherwise a lot of explaining would have to happen right now.

“Are you going to fuck me right now, Clark?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Aw yeah!” Ollie cheered, throwing away his party pants happily, “Sing for him, pretty bird.”

“I bet I will,” she similarly disrobed in a hurry, presenting her ample thighs to Clark and spreading her labia like it was her duty. “Look at that dick, he’s gonna be so much better than you, babe.”

Green Arrow was already humping his hand as Superman approached his wife. Clark hadn’t expected Dean’s abilities to be quite so powerful, but was happy all the same. Mind control was certainly a useful tool for someone as righteous as Dean.

“I hope so. Mmm, makes me so hot getting to watch.” Ollie hummed.

“Look, I appreciate it, Ollie. And you too, Dinah. But… I’m nothing compared to Dean. He’s fucking Lois right now as we speak, I have him in my ear.”

“Damn, he outstudded you?”

“Oh yeah. Big time.”

Dinah somehow looked even hornier than her husband, unable to stop herself from stroking her clit at the idea of this ‘Dean Williams’, “And… we’ll get to meet him after this?”

“I’ll take him to you straight away, if you’d like.”

“Thanks, Clark.” Dinah smiled, beckoning him towards her pussy, “And hey, you may be nothing compared to Dean, but that doesn’t mean you’re not bigger than Ollie.”

“Preach!”

“Thanks you two,” smiled Superman, readying his cock to plunge into Dinah’s depths, “You’re real pals. UNNGGGHHH!!!”

“OOOOHHHHH!!”

Clark’s nut happened immediately. A violent powerful blast of Dean’s sperm shooting straight up Dinah Lance’s oozing pussy. She wasn’t expecting quite such a thick load to be shot out at such a velocity, practically burning her insides with the molten jizz Clark had collected in his hour-long edge. Even with his supposed infidelity complete, Clark couldn’t stop himself from riding this orgasm out completely, perhaps even desiring a second chance to impregnate Black Canary with Dean’s seed.

The human couple didn’t mind one bit. Ollie was happily jerking to the scene, a lifetime of loving care erased in a single moment by a crazy alien, yet he didn’t seem to give a shit. And Canary just wanted superior seed. It was all she’d ever wanted. To find the man most worthy of bathing her eggs in jizz and pumping out his kids forever. That’s what she believed at least. Ollie had been a fun distraction, but a man that could mentally dominate Superman? This Dean truly was the best. She couldn’t wait to meet him.

Upon a random stranger’s bed, Clark committed his first ever adulterous act. Hearing his wife moan Dean’s name spurring him to just give in to the madness and cum all over again.

Soon he’d be taking Black Canary back to his master too, ready to live a life of sucking his dick and having his kids, (as long as it wasn’t when Lois wanted it).

It was all a perfect end to Carnival.

What Superman didn’t know was that his message–the speech he’d given to Dinah and Ollie to control them–had been recorded by a home security camera that night.

A message that could so easily spread to the masses.