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Superman Meets the Cole Twins (Parts 1-7, now with Part 8 on Page 8 - Updated 5/4/21)


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34 minutes ago, gsobrave said:

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 exposure 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.

Damn just gets hotter!!!

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33 minutes ago, cregssatx said:

gsobrave, this story is great!  Looking forward to it continuing!  Thanks for writing it!

Thanks!  An you’re welcome, I appreciate the encouragement!  

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51 minutes ago, SupermanFan said:

SO AWESOME!!! GREAT JOB!!! I  LOVE Super Daddy / Richard

Thank you!

You’re welcome!   Thanks so much for that!  
 

next part we catch up with Clark and the bbq-Cole-twins... and... 

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Richard ha smade himself into a meta. His body has transformed into the perfect soldier. 

Will he encounter the twins first or superbow caus eim sure soone or later he would want more than the release his hand can give him

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27 minutes ago, Ro20316 said:

Richard ha smade himself into a meta. His body has transformed into the perfect soldier. 

Will he encounter the twins first or superbow caus eim sure soone or later he would want more than the release his hand can give him

Stay tuned!!  Never know what could happen 🤓.   I’m promising more erotic parts coming up.

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