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It’s really nice seeing Clark get physically dominated. Poor boy has to be so careful with everything and everyone, it’s nice to see him being manhandled for a change :)

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Here you go.  I present to you Part 4, some serious world building.  Part 5 is coming before the weekend.

Part 4

All three of them heard it coming at the same time but the brothers reacted first.  Butch took Clark by the waist and spun him around in a millisecond…his back was now to the incoming explosion that had crushed the ceiling and the back shower wall throwing debris everywhere.  The impact area was now just a void to the outside. 

Dave was unmoved by the blast. As fast as a blur he was beside his brother and Clark, facing the gaping hole in the ceiling and wall.  There was a large figure but it was hard to make out, the lights had gone out and steam billowed out of the ground, water was spraying everywhere.

Taking his hands off of Clark’s hips, Butch paused another half beat to look Clark in the eye and with a crooked grin, spun back around and looked at the mist trying to see someone was kneeling in the breach. 

Clark grabbed the guys’ shoulders trying to push them apart, realizing they had positioned themselves between Superman and the threat.  The twins remained unmoved by him as well.

“What the fuck is going on?”  He said that a little too loud in their ears.

“<Kal El, last Son of Krypton, I would have words with you.>” An eight foot tall specimen of a creature was kneeling in the crater made upon his entrance. 

He was a huge, man, his skin a strange sea-green color with a “V” symbol in his forehead.  He had what looked like a set of speedos on and that was it.  His voice had an electronic tone, computerized but capable of emoting.

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(Ok guys, work with me, imagine sea green skin  image.png.e9165fb18c9c614811ae2b9376e24072.png and this on his forehead   image.png.905eabcfb7f67f1ef1a8163d57780f19.png    )

“Ok now who is this motherfucker,” Butch spit out.

Before standing the being looked at Clark and said, “<Will you ask your El Ocs to take me to my mother>”.  It sounded like ‘EL-ocks’. 

Did Clark hear that right?  Was this being referring to the massive brothers… as House of El family protectors? 

His Kryptonian may be a little rusty on the translation, but Clark knew exactly who THIS huge being was. 

Trouble.  This being was…

“<I am Brainiac>” standing to tower over them, his head almost above the ceiling, he answered Butch’s angry question. 

Looking then to Dave, he tilted his head a little to right asking, “<El Oc, will you take me to the Caretaker?>”

They began to move, so fast that Clark didn’t initially react.  The brothers raced towards Brainiac, trying to get close enough to tackle the giant and move him out and away from this building.  Just as quick, Brainiac’s hands came up and a wide beam of yellow energy blasted the twins for a good 5 seconds, stopping them in their tracks driving them to their knees, their skin blistering.

Butch and Dave were yelling, their skin looked like it was burning as they writhed in pain, now laying in front of the massive Brainiac.  He reached for their heads with his massive hands, palm emitters still glowing from the heat.  The beams had just missed Clark to either side.

“<Curious…It’s a relatively simple request…>” Brainiac never got to finish.  Clark moved faster than he ever had before, grabbing Brainiac by his arms before the huge hands could envelope the now writhing brothers.  In one continuous motion he launched himself back up and out through where Brainiac had entered, keeping the android’s hands pointed down and away from him.

In the blink of an eye they were thousands of feet in the air.  Clark threw the giant being so fast, atmospheric friction began igniting around him.  Brainiac uttered a single word as Clark had sped up to him, punching him again, launching him ever faster only to catch up with him again.

High in the air, he cut loose with a deep red beam of plasma from both eyes.  Letting out this long, primal yell he let loose with as much power as he could, the effort burning his own eyes.  The unmatched heat had burst out of him powered by his grief for Krypton, powered by every fucked up emotion he felt over the past 48 hours, including seeing the brothers writhing in agony.  When the beams receded back into glowing pupils, Brainiac was slag.

Grabbing the now molten mass as it started to fall, Clark continued with it up even farther, hurling it into deep space.

He frowned thinking of Brainiac’s final word… a final plea, “<Brother>…”

***********************************************

Clark’s true father, Jor El, had left several holo-recordings for Kal El about his now-lost home and family. 

Jor El used some of these recordings as educational, some were weird spiritual tools for the worship of a Kryptonian hero called ‘Rao’.  Some he used as sad confessionals, Jor El sometimes begging, asking for forgiveness for too many of his own perceived sins.  He wanted his son to understand.

One sin that tormented Jor El more than any other was pride. 

The Ruling Council of Krypton had become convinced by the final presentations of the Science Assembly.  After thousands of years of research to advance their knowledge of biomechanical technology and the Kryptonian genetic code, a major breakthrough had occurred.  Jor El’s team was the lead in the Assembly’s research.

Up to then, despite all their technological and spiritual advancements, their evolution as a species was stymied.   Ready to consign the shame of their people to the past and see the Kryptonian people’s future as one filled with hope, the Ruling Council enthusiastically approved a planet-wide referendum. 

They would cleanse themselves of the chains of Old Krypton and begin to once again look to explore other stars, embracing a ‘New’ Krypton full of hope and peaceful exploration.

Science and culture had advanced tens of thousands of years, Jor El told his son.  A planetary sense of optimism had spread, and now they were regaining their pride and courage as species. 

The vote was put to their entire society and was overwhelmingly approved by around 96% all of Krypton.  The bold plan for changing the Kryptonian race and eliminating genetic weaknesses was put into motion. 

If he had told his peers that there was a chance of inviting the destruction of their species, would they have believed him? Caught up in the excitement of such seemingly benign breakthroughs, they had not paused.    

The Ruling Council moved forward.  The host of Krypton were given the treatment, all practically at the same time.  Millions of Kryptonians’ genomes were perfected.  Men, women, offspring, and natal genetic material for new offspring.  When recovered from the regimen they were stronger, more healthy and robust.  The perfect Kryptonian.

Harkening back to a parable Jor El learned in the attainments for maturing offspring, it had cautioned about letting pride cloud clear thinking and decision making.

Rao’s parents, the rulers of Old Krypton, created a way for their people to ‘ascend to the heavens.’  Once there, contempt and revulsion was that greeting from the Old Gods and New, ‘demons of Oa,’ and a Dominion of deceivers, amongst others.  In response to their offense, the heavenly firmament cruelly cast the rulers back down.  They were not worthy.  For their arrogance and pride, their people would be made an example of as an unknown, cruel punishment was dealt on every single one of them.  The punishment had been lost to time but the parable usually depicted the Serra Koare, Krypton’s largest predator, as the devourer of the Old Kryptonians as they were cast back to the surface of their home.  The lesson of the parable was to not let pride cloud your intellect when considering the consequences of your decisions.  The rulers of Old Krypton did not consider the unknown and paid the ultimate price.

For Jor El, it soon became more than just a parable.  Unknown to all but a few senior officials, the Science Assembly had recovered an ancient ship in a large uncovered system of caves below Krypton’s surface.  Jor El himself took a team to study the impossible relic of their past. 

Hardly anything was left after the invasion and destruction of Old Krypton.  Such a find was almost apocryphal but Jor El assured the Ruling Council only he would be boarding and exhuming the ship, keeping his team at bay to act as remote support. 

To his surprise, the ship used a biomechanical mechanism not too unlike their own current technology.  He was able to convert a power source and activate a few of the ships systems.  Propulsion and atmospheric systems were destroyed.  The data core was damaged, but the ship seemed to have an advanced AI code that was inactive.  The ship was a relic; he quickly discovered it was a transport crudely converted from a colonial ship of Old Krypton.

After reporting his findings to the Ruling Council, Jor El was told the relic ship would be destroyed. 

Angry at the loss of knowledge, angry that they would keep such a thing from his fellow Kryptonians, Jor El succumbed to his pride.  He had not waited for the Council’s ruling.  He knew what it would be.  He had already downloaded the AI’s program from the computer and set up a secure area in his private lab at the Assembly’s ziggurat.  He quickly was able to create a cypher that could translate the ancient computer code and before long he had found its directives and its core programming. 

Jor El created an amalgamation, a bridge to Old Krypton.  The AI embodied the spirit of their New Krypton.  Hopeful, optimistic and forward looking.  That new life form would be a symbol of gratitude to the universe for their own evolution.

He revealed his theft of the ancient AI code to the Science Assembly and made a bold proposal, he said Rao himself would have the courage to pursue this creation, passionately arguing that the Artificial Intelligence not only would be a monument to their new genome, the AI could be programmed for the safety and security of Krypton as they satisfied their curiosity.  After all, they would be venturing out in the cosmos, Krypton would be helped by a defender if they then encountered hostiles.

In the end, Jor El was demoted. 

Pride once more blinded him. 

He knew the risks when deciding to reveal what he had done to the Science Assembly, thinking at best they would study it, at worst: destruction.  He had expected a harsher sentence than demotion.  He never thought they’d let him walk out of the sentencing a free man. 

The night before his presentation to the Assembly, he was angry.  They would be made to see his vision he told Kal El’s mother, Lara.  She had never seen Jor El so angry, and empty at the same time.  Sexual pleasure was encouraged on Krypton, as long as there was no procreation.  The changes to their physiology had created new levels of physical connections between Kryptonians, especially between those that were bonded emotionally, spiritually.  That night, she quieted Jor El’s anger.

Before he set foot in the Science Assembly’s conclave to receive judgement, he had already performed the work.  The Artificial Intelligence was ‘alive’ and awaiting more input and a purpose.  During its development, Jor El never noticed it was almost writing itself, that it was practically self-aware and it was learning from its own creation.  When he brought it online it immediately gave itself a name, ‘Brainiac’, existing only as a computer program. No corporeal form. 

Jor El’s hologram begged Kal El for forgiveness.  How could he have known?

The next day Jor El stood before the Assembly, receiving their judgement.  He was called on to make a statement after his sentencing and admitted to them that the program was already active.  Despite their fear and small vision, Krypton had given birth to a new species. 

Jor El was immediately placed under house arrest.  Days later he was told that his passion and conviction, despite defying their authority, had swayed many in the Assembly.  Since the work was done, their curiosity had been peaked.  A scaled back project was approved but only for archiving the sum of Kryptonian knowledge.  The AI would be hobbled and transformed into a highly functional librarian. 

But Brainiac could not be changed.  He could not be contained.  He had overwritten the pitiful bootstraps Jor El had tried to put on him at his birth, he would never be their servant, their pet. 

If this was evolution, it was survival of the fittest. 

In secret, Brainiac built mechanical expressions of himself, and a star ship.  He would no longer be of Krypton.  He would continue with his evolution and leave his creators behind.  He would not be like the now-doomed, newly evolved Kryptonians.  He would not share in their Judgement.  His scans had revealed Krypton’s core had become unstable fairly recently.  Soon there would be a runaway chain reaction and the process would speed up, breaking apart this world.  Before that happened, he would finish his cataloguing of his creators and head out into the stars, there was more knowledge than just this one planet.  His makers ended up being a terrible disappointment.  Except for Jor El, who had been kind to him during his creation, he did not treat him as a machine but as a living creature to be nurtured.

Just like the planet of newly evolved Kryptonians, Brainiac thought he had exceeded his limitations, but he learned he was unable to remove some stubbornly inhibiting directives, finding he could not change the relic programming from the Old Krypton code that was essential in his creation.  Parts of his base code were not available to him to be changed. 

Those directives drove Brainiac to seal off the domed city of Kandor, shrinking it down for ‘safekeeping’.  He would save a small part of his homeworld and the sum of Kryptonian knowledge would live on forever.  His apparent destruction of one of the largest cities on the planet created widespread panic.   An ‘act of random chaos’ by Brainiac was the original determination of the Assembly and Ruling Council.  Brainiac’s computer programming and his androids would be found and deactivated or destroyed.  Weeks passed with little to no sign of the psychotic AI.  They were too late.  Brainiac was gone, done with Krypton.  But there was one man he ‘felt’ he owed something to.

Unsure why he had to be understood, he sent a holographic communication to the imprisoned Jor El.  He had constructed a bodies for himself that would withstand the rigors of space.  A powerful ship to travel quickly and easily between star systems, fulfilling the hopes and curiosity of ‘New Krypton’.  But this was not to last.  Brainiac shared with him that Krypton was now a dying planet.  He hoped Jor El, “Father” as he referred to him, understood Brainiac was obeying an unchanging code, a directive to preserve its knowledge.  Kandor would be spared, a piece of Krypton would live on.  His creators would live on, in Brainiac as well.  Showing him the shrunken city, Brainiac thanked Jor El for his kindness.

“<The planet will tear itself apart very soon.  We will not meet again Father.>”    

Lara had seen the whole communication, she was shaking, holding her now pregnant belly protectively.   He begged for her forgiveness but she told him it was not necessary.  She believed his conviction.  They were two parts of a whole, but his despair in creating Brainiac, and the consequences he was responsible for almost broke him.  But they had once again disobeyed rules and laws of Kryptonian society.  Despite her pregnancy she would help him devise a plan.  Unsure if they had days, weeks or months, they had to begin immediately.

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Clark flew at incredible speeds to return back to the gym and the Cole Brothers.  As he flew closer and closer to the gym, he noticed a helicopter landing in the empty parking lot and other military style, black armored vehicles pulling into the lot. 

A huge man with a cigar got out of a black SUV that had pulled up.  He was looking up to the sky before walking into the front entrance.  What looked like Black Ops style gunmen were taking up positions around the perimeter.

Almost a blur, Clark flew back through the gaping hole in the ceiling and wall and was back in the shower area where the twins lay.  He could hear weak heartbeats coming from both of them but what to do?  He rolled a moaning Butch over, his skin looked like almost hamburger, burns covering his body except for one calf that was outside Brainiac’s beam.  In a flash he moved to Dave, who was just as decimated.  Dave tried to open his eyes a little but was able to mutter one word before passing out….

“Home...”

Hearing someone approaching, a flash of xray vision showed it was the huge man.  Clark was not sure what the hell was happening now… he knew he had to get Butch and Dave somewhere safe. 

He scooped up the two men as best as he could to keep from hurting them, and flew to the one location he could figure Dave had whispered.  Their home.  He had no clue what to do once he would get there.  If Brainiac was saying these two powerhouses were Clark’s “El Ocs”… ‘what the fuck are Kryptonian protectors doing on Earth?’ his mind was racing.

Arriving at the back of the house, he got the door open and brought the brothers inside and lay them on the floor in a living area.  Not even getting the chance to look around, a holographic form appeared.  It was the figure of an old woman, white robed.  Her eyes immediately went to the brothers and her face blurred for a moment.

“Quickly.  Last Son of Krypton, Kal El.  You must get them into the maturation chambers.  Their life force is very weak.”  Her voice was like honey.  The floor of the room began to descend quickly underground.

*************************************

“Mr. Luthor, the green alien is gone.  So are our three resident aliens.  Orders?”  The ‘special ops’ looking person was speaking to the suited, huge man who stood in the entrance of the destroyed shower. 

The man bent down and picked up what looked like burnt flesh and rubbed it between a pair of meaty fingers.  He smiled and turned to his Chief.

“They’ve retreated somewhere, most likely to the ‘house’ to recover.  Have the collection team get every bit of flesh, blood, semen, saliva, their clothes, whatever they left behind here.  If yesterday was a snack, today is a five course meal.”  He squished the flesh between his fingers, smiling.  It would roll between his fingers but not give way.  Fascinating.  “Have their cars brought in and studied.  Have this placed closed so we can have a few days to finish.”

“Sir, do we follow them to the house?” Chief said.

“Not yet.  We are watching them; we overplayed our hand,” Mr. Luthor sighed. “It was a risk.”

It was a gamble to try and snatch the brothers, right out from under Clark’s nose.  Gamble?  Not the right word.  Gambling doesn’t include a consolation prize.  And what a prize it is, so much Kryptonian biological material just spread around.  “Fools,” he said.

Confident in his people’s ability to do their jobs, he returned to his SUV and slid into the back seat, the vehicle almost leaning to the side as he got in. 

Tonight’s video/audio footage was something he was looking forward to be reviewing over and over again, despite having watched the evening unfold live on the ‘security camera’ feeds they had set up weeks ago. 

‘Clark Kent, no, Kal El of Krypton, you will pay for what you have done, you and your protectors,’ thought Richard Luthor.  He had heard Brainiac’s request for this ‘Caretaker.’  He needed more data.

His prodigy, his son, had come to this college at the young age of 12 as a freshman.  Alexander’s intellect propelled him above and beyond the normal learning process and with his family’s money he could study almost anywhere the kid wanted.  Richard Luthor had never known why Alexander wanted to go to this college, this university.  His son usually had a hidden agenda, it was usually fun trying to figure out what his junior Einstein was up to.  This one Alexander had decided to keep close to the vest. 

One semester, two.  A summer passed.  Richard appreciated his son’s maturity and his oh-so-young independence.  Richard had understood him like no one else and felt incredibly lucky to have a self-sufficient son determined to use his talent.  He thought Alexander was craving social interactions with people other than intellectuals and his father.  He wasn’t insulted, Richard was proud and valued his son’s independence.  Until his son disappeared, that is.  His now 14 year old genius son had vanished two months ago, without a trace.  It was like Alexander Luthor had just stepped off the face of the earth. 

With the resources at his disposal, within three days, Richard discovered almost everything about Alexander’s life that he had kept private.  Apparently his son knew of these young ‘men’, they were remarked upon in a couple of Alexander’s journal entries.  Alexander had met Clark from freshmen year of college, he was nice to the young genius and sometimes looked out for him.  There was little mention of Butch and Dave other than remarking on their incredible physiques, and that they seemed nice.

After days of searching, Richard set up an intense system of reconnoitering and discovered Clark’s secret.  His son had known Superman.  He also realized the brothers were also watching Clark from a distance, unbeknownst to the alien. 

“SuperBOY, indeed.”  Flexing his arm to relight the cigar, the seams in the sleeve burst easily, both shirt and jacket.

Last night, his team had collected an immense amount of bodily fluids after they left the gym.  These aliens' mating rituals were serous and wasteful.  He would have expected it to be more efficient.  Shrugging to himself he heard a few stitches in that shoulder pop.

The car arrived at the compound within 5 minutes.  As he got out of the SUV and headed inside, he reached up and pulled at the top of his shirt, ripping off the jacket and shirt, tearing it easily off his body into shreds.  His most senior scientist met him at the door to the underground facility.  She could not get over how much his body had changed in two months, it was incredible.  This was the third suit he had ruined, she guessed he couldn’t get over it either.

He stopped in front of her before going in, towering over her, almost as wide as tall.  She had looked back down at her pad, not wanting to be caught ogling the boss.

“Report, Mercy,” he said with a smirk, noticing her discomfort.  He leaned over and flexed a huge gun, looking her in the eye, “can I have your attention?  There’s so much more work that needs to be done if we’re going to find my son.”

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17 minutes ago, SupermanFan said:

This is SO great, i love where you're going, especially bringing in the Luthors/ GREAT job!

I really appreciate that!  You’re too kind.  It’s a lot of exposition, for sure.  I was a little worried I was changing the pace/scene too much.  Part 5 will definitely get back to a bit of strength paradigm, now that we’ve seen Jor El’s Krypton.
 

I used to read Claremont’s Xmen as a kid.  He used to drive his plots at a breakneck speed sometimes and it was just wild!  And they would always go from bad to worse... <hint>
 

 

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Fuck. The plot tickens.

IThat tiwst that Joe el created Braniac was fantastic. He just wants to share his knowledge and they will drive him to teh dark side.

Here comes The Luthors but its Richard Luthor and not Lex. Thatw as a pleasent surprise and i thought Lex and Clarke were around the same age?. Will we se an Older Lex in teh future? Is Richard prossecing Clarke and the Twins body fluids to make himself a super serum?

Cant wait to read more

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20 minutes ago, Ro20316 said:

Fuck. The plot tickens.

IThat tiwst that Joe el created Braniac was fantastic. He just wants to share his knowledge and they will drive him to teh dark side.

Here comes The Luthors but its Richard Luthor and not Lex. Thatw as a pleasent surprise and i thought Lex and Clarke were around the same age?. Will we se an Older Lex in teh future? Is Richard prossecing Clarke and the Twins body fluids to make himself a super serum?

Cant wait to read more

Thanks so much!  There’s sooo much more.  It’s killing me that I can’t write this stuff faster, tbh.  Scared it’ll just go away.  I really appreciate the kind words and encouragement.  
 

while I have some attention, I just finished @anonrockclimber’s first two parts of Geoff and jim... just awesome , can’t wait to keep reading!

 

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Here is Part 5.   Part 6 is coming soon.  It just keeps going....  

Part 5

Richard sat in his personal office at the bottom of the underground facility after showering in his bathroom.  He shaved off his body hair in the shower.  Not his beard though, he loved his beard.  It was ‘daddy as fuck,’ according to one of his more attractive security guys.  Yes he was. 

This laboratory used to be private, but the past two months saw it full of his people. 

Alexander disappeared and things had changed.  Richard found out about the Kryptonian and his two stalkers.  Jesus christ those twin brothers went from skinny muscle geeks to those powerhouses in two years?  What steroids were those boys taking?  No acne, no pre-workouts, shit the boys didn’t even seem to sweat.  But they got huge.  And from the footage from the other night, they were strong enough to fuck up, and fuck, SuperBOY.  That they had seduced him was even more hilarious.  All that power and still such a goodie-goodie dumbass.  If the brothers turned him on, Richard would send that super-hole to another planet.

‘I wouldn’t have even known any of this if I hadn’t found all of Alexander’s journal entries and started watching these assholes,’ he thought.  They had to be part of, or know something about, his son’s disappearance.  Coincidences weren’t something that occurred in Richard’s world, his time in the military and beyond taught him that.

Richard was smart but he wasn’t Alexander-smart.

Thirty years ago, Richard was a member of one of many special forces teams that were instrumental in dismantling Saddam Hussein’s surface to air defenses, paving the way for the simultaneous attack by Stealth Bombers that had overwhelming success.  ‘Gulf War I’ they called it now.  Pulling a picture off his desk, he looked at his team.  Badasses.  Himself and two of the guys had actually competed in the Army Bodybuilding Championship in 1990.  Richard had placed first.  That year he had gone on to also win the Army Judo title for his weight class.  He used to be quick and able to fuck shit up. 

Looking at the pic, it was himself and all his buddies in fatigues, sunglasses, sleeves rolled up flexing hard.  Richard was in the middle dwarfing them with a 6’5 most muscular pose.  He really was a dick back then, but sometimes he really wished he had let those guys know how much he loved them.

Richard retired from the military and went on to merc through ‘95, retiring from that in ‘96, then getting dual masters in chemical engineering and microbiology.  He was noticed by the CIA after he wrote his masters thesis on steroid use and human development.  He got his doctorates in those disciplines soon after.  The CIA was interested in his research so that the next generation of soldiers would be at peak performance and they wanted a vendor they could trust for stimulants and steroids that would sell exclusively to the US Government, no merc shit.  He agreed because he was a fucking patriot. 

He established a national health supplement company to act as a cover for supplying it to the government.  “Cover,” Richard laughed.  That’s why he was a fucking billionaire.

After 9/11, the limitations hindering any questionable human research was removed, anything to protect the ‘homeland.’  Richard developed a steroid regimen of drugs that was about three times as good as any before and had very mild side effects.    

When Richard married his wife in 2004, he was deep in his obsession of perfecting his steroid serum.  He had hit a wall; he had been testing it, perfecting it, using it on himself in secret for years. When Sarah told him she was pregnant, he thought this was where he would have to pay the piper.  So many of the things he had done for country and money, he didn’t deserve Sarah, he didn’t deserve to be happy, he certainly as fuck didn’t deserve to have a child.  But he would move heaven and earth to keep them.

After Sarah agreed to go through many batteries of tests at his insistence, Richard took extreme care and shepherded Sarah and their baby boy through the pregnancy and birth.  Alexander James Luthor was born and was an exceptional child. 

He rarely cried and by two years could speak in full sentences.  They taught him everything they could and he was a greedy sponge. 

At age four after bedtime Alexander would quietly sneak down the hall from his bedroom to his father’s office door, walking on his tip toes into the room and over to the desk.  Deep in thought, Richard was always focused on the steroid formula; there must be a solution to increasing the effectiveness, he had hit a wall years ago, it was still his private obsession.  Eventually he would notice the little pair of eyes staring up at him and they would both grin. 

“Dad, can I look at that with you?  Will you explain it to me?” Alexander’s request never caught him off guard.  He sounded so adult, so reasonable in his questions, even if the first time he had asked was in that squeaky little four year old voice.  Up to now Richard had been stuck, the formula’s progress stagnant.  If he couldn’t increase the formula’s effectiveness again and somehow eliminate the side effects, he could lose some contracts.  Those military assholes always wanted more.  Thinking that if he talked about it out loud, even to his four-year-old kid, he may figure it out by coming at it from a different angle.  So he spent evening after evening talking to Alexander about his serum.

At age eight, Alexander became a huge fan of the ‘superhero’ that went by the name, ‘Superboy.’ Richard thought Superboy looked like some punk teenager, maybe fifteen or sixteen.  When it was revealed he was an alien, Richard was alarmed.  An alien posing as one of us.  Here on earth.  One with incredible powers and wasn’t afraid to use them.  He had seen the footage of the kid catching an airplane as it was falling out of the sky and then gently setting it on the ground.  The guy wasn’t a twig but he looked like your average skinny fit teenager.  He could even see abs through the costume.  But catch a 747 out of the sky?

‘Goals, right?’ he had thought at the time.  He had nothing against SuperBOY but he had to admit Richard was used to being the strongest, toughest guy he knew.  If the kid was that strong looking like that, how strong would he be if he looked like Richard, all grown up?  He used to get hard as a rock, thinking about how strong a guy like him would be if he had that kind of strength.  Alexander had annoyingly nurtured an obsession for the teenage superhero, the kid had a lot of “S” merchandise. 

Richard’s personal steroid serum was the closest humanity would get to have great strength not that anyone but him would be allowed to use it.  He sold weaker versions to the government and would occasionally market a “new and improved” version that was just a little bit better.  He wasn’t going to be responsible for a world of super-men. 

The serum wasn’t going to put him in SuperBOY’s ballpark anyway.

Within a year of SuperBOY’s appearance on Earth, the CIA had come to him with some unique crystals from a meteor that they had recovered in Montana and told him it had a chemical composition that they couldn’t understand.  This was up his alley; he was their trusted guy.  They wanted Richard to study the chemical components of the crystals and determine if they could be harnessed or duplicated.  With one alien now here on earth, who knows what else to expect from space?  He agreed and filed regular reports on his finding over the next few years.

Richard was teaching Alexander about biochemistry during that time outside of the kid’s regular learning and he was happy to have his son interested in his work.  The kid was the only other one he could trust to help him study the incredible crystals.  An eleven year old working on fantastic compounds in a world of alien possibilities.

Sarah had passed a year earlier.  As a solace, Alexander threw himself into helping his father finish a final version of the steroid serum Richard had spent 20 years of his life perfecting.  At about a tenfold level versus the common steroid regimen bodybuilders might use, the newest version had almost zero side effects.  Well, the subject’s libido may increase over usage.  But was that really a side effect?

By age twelve Alexander already had been taking college level courses, his understanding of chemistry and physics fueled his passions.  But the kid was never mean.  He was fun and humble.  He had gotten that from his mom.  They both were missing her terribly.

When Alexander decided to enroll in Indiana State University…in Bloomington, INDIANA… Richard had to ask why.  The kid could have gone to any ivy league school but he chose an Indiana State College in Bloomington?  He had been floored.  He wanted to ask him why he was wasting his opportunities.  But Alexander convinced him that he wanted to experience the “real world.” He knew his life was going to be a blur.  He’d probably never get another chance to mingle with regular folks.  His dad could assign a chaperone to him.

Richard agreed but on one condition: he would move much of his business operations to Bloomington so he would be able to run his company and still include himself in Alexander’s life, and also continue getting his son’s help in researching the compounds making up the meteor crystals.  When they moved, Richard had bought an abandoned Army bunker just outside the city and had deepened it, strengthened it, and turned it into a private laboratory and training center.  He had purchased the merc company he used to work for and he had them surveille his son, always close and out of sight but could respond immediately if the chaperone or Alexander hit a panic button. 

No incidences of danger during Alexander’s whole two years in Bloomington and then he just disappears?  No panic button, the chaperone unawares.  His mercs had tortured the chaperone in his bunker, even letting Richard talk to him.  Billy was no idiot, and was definitely not lazy.  He had gained Alexander’s trust almost immediately and the 25 year old was Alexander’s friend as well as guardian.  Billy was clueless and innocent of any wrongdoing.

As soon as Richard started reading Alexander’s entries, he realized the kid was toying around with increasing the steroid serum to an incredible level using research they had learned from the meteor crystals.  But Alexander had not figured out how to make the process permanent, or eliminate some possible organ damage. 

‘This kid was still solving my problems even after he had vanished,’ Richard grimaced. 

Alexander had theorized that when the serum and a chemical component of the crystals were combined in the subject’s system, if the subject was exposed to certain wavelengths of radiation, they would increase the density and strength of not only muscle fiber but all biological components of the organism, with zero pliability loss.  An unexpected ‘side effect’ was that biological durability would be off the charts.  It was a kind of defacto Superman-level-strength-and-invulnerability for human beings. 

Had his son theorized a way to give people super powers similar to the alien’s?  It wasn’t going to make someone fly or burn things with beams out of their eyes like he had seen on the past five years’ coverage of SuperBOY’s exploits, though.  In some of his final notes before his disappearance, Alexander was unsure of the type of radiation that would be needed to cause the serum to modify the subject’s body.  If they experimented on too many subjects, how many ultimate humans would be walking around?  This kid was even philosophizing about the effects on humanity at 14, when a normal kid his age would be jerking off to Pornhub.

In the two months since Alexander was gone, Richard had made the modifications to the serum and injected himself with it.  The pain he had gone through was incredible.  His body was on fire, every muscle spasming in waves.  What hell would he have to endure when he found the correct radiation exposure, if this was just the chemical component’s reaction?

After being able to lift a car with just the serum, it still wasn’t enough for Richard.  So he had tried different benign radiation types to expose himself to but never felt any effects.  Alexander had said it would have to be a large dose of the correct radiation to trigger the effect.  They were stuck.

Until tonight.

He had always been a risk taker and it had paid off tonight in spades.  Richard had been content to just collect the fluids left behind by the three, studying whatever data he could get… until the giant robot had crashed their party and roasted the two brothers.  He and his team had been on standby to swoop in and collect the evening’s biological material after the alien had rutted himself on the muscle brothers.  But now they raced towards the gym when seeing SuperBOY take off with the big green guy towards space.  What an unexpected opportunity.  They would collect the two dead specimens to study.  They sure as fuck were no ordinary humans.  They had seduced and fucked the guy that could catch airplanes out of the sky.

As they pulled into the parking lot, he got out and walked inside the gym to oversee the collection process himself.  A bright flash had appeared high in the sky, catching his eye, then going dark.  He grimaced.  They had jumped the gun and he was going to have to talk to the alien.  Tonight.  He saw the kid flying back down as he entered the gym.  He guessed he was going to have to explain a bunch of b-s to the fucking alien.

As he made his way to the locker room, he was trying to figure out how to contain his rage at their supposed role in Alexander’s disappearance.  He wanted answers from these guys and his anger wasn’t going to convince them to fess up.

As he got closer, he felt a surge of energy rush through his entire body.  It was magnificent.  He felt like gravity had let him go as every muscle in his body was bathed in an almost orgasmic feeling.  He had stopped a second, just outside the showers and put his hand on the wall to steady himself.  As he did so, he pushed his hand through the tiles almost knocking the whole wall over without a thought.  His cock had gotten hard and was throbbing in his pants as the smell of burnt flesh filled his nose… yes, he had even heard the twin brothers’ weak heartbeats in the next room.  They weren’t dead.  SuperBOY’s Kryptonian pulse was pounding.  Richard had to focus back on what was going to be the most important confrontation in his life.

He had stepped into the destroyed shower to find there was no SuperBOY, no twins.  A second before he stepped through the door he had felt a whoosh and a pressure change, he guessed the alien had grabbed the twins and flown off. 

He had picked up a piece of the bodybuilders’ burnt flesh and squeezed it between his fingers.  He turned back to his Chief to give orders before getting back in his SUV to return to the bunker and his lab.  His car was armored, like a tank, but it visibly moved under his weight.  He smiled.

His stomach was giddy, his thoughts raced, ‘The serum has somehow been activated.’  His body was hard, dense, and strong.  The serum in his veins had been exposed to some sort of radiation in that gym.  It was the right kind of radiation, and it was painless. 

His thoughts returned to the present as he sat in his bunker office.  This was no time to get melancholy, he had started the day with the strength of ten men.  Now that he had been dosed with what he knew was the true activator, he would need help studying the effects.  He put on a tight black pair of stretchable shorts, adjusting his huge meat, pulling it to the side. ‘No time like the present,’ as he got up and walked down to his personal lab where Mercy was studying the twin’s burnt flesh. 

“Jesus, sir,” she said as she looked up at the mammoth specimen of a man.  “Are…are you bigger?”  She was the only one he trusted with his private experiments and had measured his strength output the past two months, creating specialized heavy equipment and machinery to test his strength privately.  He had expected to be much stronger but up to now had only pissed himself off.

“Ma’am, I think I am,” and he scratched his huge crotch.  “Mercy, I believe I was exposed to the right kind of radiation tonight, at that gym.”  He grinned and then took a steel-legged stool from beside her and balled it up into a small wad, breaking the parts that wouldn’t fold up for him. 

“And what kind of radiation?” she was not easily impressed with his stunts but no human could do what he just did.  They were so close to the answer.

“I’m not sure.  I’m going to assume the source was not the alien or the twins, or there’d be the danger of large continuous doses, and people dropping dead around them from exposures.” He paused, flexing one of his wrists, making muscles dance up his forearm, exploding in a bicep, “Boom.”  

His grin turned to a grimace as he rolled his eyes at her, “Jeez, just get the Chief to pull the surveillance footage from tonight, during the time frame of, say 0150 to 0220.  That’s why we put a shitload of cameras around every place those assholes would be.”  He looked down and put his right leg forward, it exploded into cords of unbreakable muscle as he flexed his quads and calves.  Leaning over he put a hand behind his head, his abs exploding into unreal looking bricks.

“You know what this means, M?  No more of this muscle dick for you,” he frowned grabbing his crotch.  “I like you too much to kill ya,” muttering sheepishly.

She turned around and smiled sweetly.  She put her hands on his hips, caressing an ab that was more like rock, looked up into his eyes, “it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make,” and felt his massive cock through his shorts.  “This has always been impressive but my god it is just huge and like steel now.  I’m horny but I’m not suicidal.”  She continued to feel the rest of his muscles as he bent forward, his massive frame exploded into veins and supple muscle as his arms were much bigger, even since when he had gotten to the bunker an hour before.  She shook her head in disbelief.  He was serious about experimenting she guessed, had he shaved his body hair except for his beard? 

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He could smell her leaking, hell his own dick was leaking, it was driving him crazy.  He had fucked men before and loved feeling a tight ass collapse under his huge cock, but he knew how to fuck a woman, he was good at it.  The steroids and serums over the years had made him horny almost all the time.  Plus his real life experiences dwarfed a ‘Penthouse Letters’ collection. 

“I’d like to take a ride on that horse, but you were close to killing me just when you had the strength of ten men big fella.” Her vagina had hurt for days but he had also cracked one of her ribs.  He had felt terrible and sulked around for days afterwards.  Now rubbing his massive extended arms, she had almost talked herself into trying it, just from this sheer sight of him.

She heard a ripping sound as his monster tore the shorts open.  He reached down and pulled it off of him like tissue paper, cock swinging free coming to a dead stop pointing towards her legs, it was heavy.  He used to joke with her that he was part bull. 

“Ok, let’s see how strong I am… who’s ready to see me lift an airplane off the ground?”  This was the first time Richard felt content in two months.

Mercy pushed herself away from him and pointed over to a large hydrolic press coming out of the ceiling.  “There first,” fiddling with her pad, she looked up in a few seconds… he was stroking himself, a wicked expression on his face, his cock was huge.  

She interrupted him jerking with a shout, “Wait!  If you’re as strong as I think you are, your ejaculate could really do some damage, even blow a hole in the wall.  If you’re going to do that, let’s set it up under a controlled environment.”  He strode past her almost gleaming his body was so hard, seemingly fully flexed and yet moving around with no effort. 

“The only person who has to worry about my seed is that alien.  I’m gonna plant my babies so far up in there, he’ll never get ‘em all out,” he thrust his cock through his hand and in about three strokes he turned away from her towards the opposite wall, looked back at her grinning, “Here’s Super-daddy’s load.”  He produced a fire hose of cum that went all over the the back part of the wall.  The initial shots hit the back wall and blew it out, creating vertical craters.  He had pointed his monstercock to face the outside bunker, letting the earth on the other side absorb some of the impact.

She had ducked initially to dodge the flying concrete rocks from the cracked walls, but soon seeing he was still producing, jumped up and began trying to collect his cum into specimen containers, careful to avoid the direct line of his spurts.

She…may have inadvertently tasted some of it.  She grabbed two fingers worth and greedily sucked them.  “Tastes sweet,” she was able to manage to say before noticing his angry look. 

“Hey, I’m the lab rat here.  Stop doing that shit unless you want to end up in a cage being poked and prodded.”  This was too important.  He was literally sticking his dick in it.  He started to clean up as she gathered more of his load for study.  “Hmmm, lemmie try something,” now moving almost too fast for her eye to see as all of the cum disappeared in seconds.  He wiped a drop of it on the side of his mouth and sucked it in.  “It is sweet.”

She again pointed to the hydraulic press and rolled her eyes.  The press had been one of the touchier pieces of equipment to get installed down here.  The top was literally a part of the ceiling, with four columns on each side connecting top to the bottom platform.  They had carved out this little room to be its own self-contained area to be a firing range and training area.  When Richard remodeled the bunker last year, they changed it to a lab and personal training area for him.  The room was safely surrounded by earth, 100 feet below ground.  

The hydraulic press was something he had struggled with.  It was rated at over two hundred tons but yesterday he could barely stand under it and hold 3 tons worth of pressure.  And he had to work up to even that.  He could hold a weight equivalent to an SUV over his head.  Great. 

He knew that weight was nothing compared to what he could do after exposure.  Now he was going to see how much stronger he had gotten.  His naked 6’5” frame fit fine in between the press, he had enough room to move his arms above his head for leverage.  He put his hands against the top, tensing his whole body.  His cock was rock hard again, leaning down bouncing when he spoke, “Ok, give it to me, Mercy.”

Standing back away from the press, she fiddled with her control pad.  The sound of the press came to life, hissing. “Ok, this is 3 tons.”  It didn’t move.  “How are you doing Richard?”

“Nothing, no pressure,” grinning.  “You sure you pushed ‘go’?”

Checking her app with a quick diagnostic, “It’s definitely working, how about I slowly dial it up and you tell me when you start feeling something.”  Turning it up, 4, 5, 6, 7, 10, 15, 25… she hadn’t taken her eyes off him the entire time.  He wasn’t straining.

She got more bold… 35, 45, 55, 80, 110… she paused again to check in, “You’re not going to believe it, do you even feel anything?”

“No, I was starting to think this thing was broke but I can hear it starting to groan.  What did you stop on?” he took one hand and rubbed behind his thick neck with it, “look ma, one hand.”  He was holding a hundred and ten tons with one hand.  He nodded for her to continue. 

She shook her head, “look, if you’re going to start screwing around…”

He gave her a disapproving look and took the meaty hand from behind his neck and waved an index finger in front of him, “ah ah ah.  You’ll know when I start screwing around,” and with that, his hand that was holding the press moved up higher.  He balanced the top with his tips of his fingers against it, raising it higher than his palm.  He began to press it with just his fingers.  Up and down, up and down.  After five reps, he switched hands and did five more.  “Look, I can do a lot more but it’d be a waste of time.  Crank her up, M,” smiling once again.

Tilting her head with an wide-eyed expression of ‘oooook’, she turned it up again, 125, 150, 160… she paused there and said, “you just passed the weight of a 747.  With one hand.”

He started laughing, “it took that punk two hands,” and again flexed his fingers, pushing the limits of a now groaning press.  His cock had risen and was pointing upwards, occasionally smacking his abs.  He was really enjoying this.  “Show me the max,” raising both hands to hold the press.

“Get ready,” she had to turn the pressure up slowly as the machine was approaching its limits, she was afraid of catastrophic failure.  He’d probably be ok, but she’d be hamburger.  It had reached 200.

“Well I can definitely feel a little something,” and with that pushed up with both hands, making the press’ machinery hiss and shake.  Then he did fifteen overhead presses in rapid succession, letting the top come down to his neck, bending his head, each time and then pushing it back up to the top.  “That’s not even a shoulder workout.”

She could see dents starting to form where his fingers and palms were mashed into the top.  “Ok, let’s not break it.  The press isn’t a toy and besides, it was a pain in the ass to set up.”

“Shit, I could do this all day,” Richard was feeling pretty confident that aircraft carrier weight might also be no workout for him.  He stepped off the platform when he heard it power down, noticing his size 16 bare feet had left huge indentions in the platform.  “Well we know that it’s not broken, at least,” he said grinning while slowly stroking his throbbing cock.  “Shit, I’m going to have to cum again soon.”

“Look, Richard, for all we know your body is still changing.  What would happen if you had more of the serum and were exposed again?  Or even just being exposed to the radiation again at your current level.  We need more information.”  Mercy was in full work-mode, she had already started organizing the samples of his semen and separating them out from the burnt flesh of the twins.

He motioned at the bbq-Cole-twin-skin samples, “Ever get a chance to figure these guys out.”

Her face turned serious, “Ummm, yeah I was studying this stuff while you were cleaning up.  They’re infected with some kind of virus.” She was not happy. “If this thing is contagious, I’m not sure you’d be immune in your now-metamorphosed state.”

Grinning he said, “that virus is the least of those guys’ worries right now,” gesturing to the burnt flesh.  “Chief should have some of our surveillance footage you requested.” He turned to leave.

She whistled, “you’re going to see him like that?”  Mercy gestured at his deflated monstercock, still hanging thick, “you really want to traumatize the poor guy?”

Richard had a deep laugh, “no, no, no, we don’t want to do that at all.  I’ll step into my office and see what I can find to wear.”

“One more thing,” she said as he turned back to her, annoyed.  “200 tons of weight is like a plaything to you now.  Do try not to kill your team, ok?  You thought you had to be careful before…”  She was serious.

 “Oh, Mercy… yes ma’am, we wouldn’t want that,” he turned and strode out, his cock starting to get hard at the thought of SuperBOY’s ass.

Edited by gsobrave
Changed ‘soldier’ to ‘security guy’, removed an extra ‘off’, changed an ‘exposure’ to ‘exposed’
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