By the time Parasite returo the cell m, the supersuit had gained a few more rips and many more stains, some from cum, others from sweat. Knowing that he had shrunk from the spaarting to hang looser, Parasite prepared himself for anht of sexual deviance by fug and draining Superman.
Over the few days (or weeks - who knows?), Superman gradually got used to the rhythm of things. Parasite would pay him a visit every time he started to shrink. Every time, Superman would get fucked - either standing up, or on the floor missionary style, or on all fours like a dog or whatever other position Parasite (or dark ers of the I) could e up with. Every time, Superman would cum a fountain of thick, white cum, while getting fucked, without so much as the wind toug his cock. And every time, Superman was forced to watch as Parasite lapped up his energy-rich cum and grow from a hot joto a perfect spe of masity that rivalled the great Man of Steel himself.
Superman tried to vince himself that his cock was rock hard every time he was ravished by the blond jock because of his draining powers. But even that did not explain why, over the last few “visits”, his dick gets hard just by seeing the blond jock leaning naked against the cell door. Arend Superman observed was that Parasite seemed to like seeing Superman ride his cock while sapping his energy. The blond jock particularly enjoyed seeing the Man of Steel moan i as his cock lengthened and expanded inside of that tight Kryptonian t. As the end of the day, what worried the Man of Steel the most was that deep down, he may be starting to enjoy being the blond jock’s bitch.
“He isn’t back yet”, Superman thought, “maybe he’s found out that robbing the Federal Reserve isn’t as easy as giving the security guard a blowjob”.
Feeling the reinvigorating rays of light on his back, Superman tugged at the s until even the reinforced steel gave way to the Man of Steel.
He knew Parasite c