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Magnificent stuff. Hiding. Helpless. Hard. Horny.

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Coming soon: SUPERMAN: INTO THE WICKER MAN chapter 9 - “Shattered Dreams”

Will Lord Summerisle give Superman what he desires, and take the Man of Steel’s cherry while he’s still dressed in his uniform? Find out soon…

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Amazing stuff from the exceptional @heroperil !

“Holy Briefs Invasion, Batman!”

“Indeed, Robin - these villainous vines have us trussed up like two terrified and tumescent turkeys! We c-can’t help ourselves, old chum!”

Poison Ivy has planned a not-so-happy St. Patrick's Day for Batman & Robin!

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Superman: Glory Night, chapter 8: PERFORMER

This is part 8 of an adult content, NSFW erotic Superman story, inspired by a frankly stunning image of the Man of Steel sitting next to a gloryhole created by @Buffy2ville on Deviantart, who kindly gave permission for this - thank you.

No offence or copyright infringement is intended; it is purely for ADULT enjoyment, not for profit. And so, I hope you enjoy...

Clark Kent has agreed to a night of performing fellatio at a gloryhole, in order to atone for his actions and save the jobs of everyone at the Planet. Yet unbeknownst to his blackmailers, Clark is really Superman, and has long harboured potent fantasies of being sexually dominated by other men - an escape from the pressures of his life as the world’s most powerful being.

Having now embraced his desires and sucked off two very satisfied men at the gloryhole, Superman now finds himself faced with another dilemma as he realises his third client is none other than his good pal, Jimmy Olsen. Spunk-stained and helplessly horny, the Man of Steel must make a choice…

“Oh boy! Jimmy is here and waiting for me to suck his dick!”

Superman’s head was reeling. He would never have thought that his friend and work colleague, geeky Jimmy Olsen, would ever visit a place like this. They’d been friends ever since he started at the Daily Planet; it seemed unfathomable to him that a goofy klutz like Olsen would want to have his dick sucked at a glory hole.

“But then,” he thought. “It would be equally unthinkable to Jimmy to imagine that the man on his knees on the other side of this hole was Superman. Not to mention that I’m also really his pal, Clark Kent, and that I’m the most powerful man in the world. I guess… I guess we all have secrets. But what do I do? I can’t suck Jimmy off… but then how can I say no?”

“Uh… hey? Is everything okay?”

Superman could see Jimmy through the wall, looking nervous and yet expectant. How could he possibly refuse to suck one dick out of dozens for no good reason? If Lance Lewis was displeased with him in any way, then Jimmy would no longer have a job. And after all, sucking dick was what he was here to do.

“Just have to suck it up,” he whispered, then gave a low chuckle at his unwitting joke. “Looks like this… is a job for Superwhore.”

He wiped some of the spunk from his lips with the sleeve of his tunic, noting the stain it left on the blue spandex.

“Everything’s fine, sir,” he said. “Apologies - I’m just getting ready to suck you off. I… I want to do a real good job for you, sir.”

The bottom of his cape was soaking wet from the puddle he was kneeling in. After a moment’s hesitation, Superman used this to once more wipe some of the spunk from around his mouth, trying to ignore the stench of urine from it as he did so.

“Come on, dude,” said Jimmy, “I feel dumb standing here waiting; hurry up and blow me.”

Superman raised his eyebrows. Jimmy sure did have another side to him.

Leaning forward, Superman slipped his lips around the head of Jimmy’s cock and slowly took it into his mouth, drawing heavily on it as if it was a cigar. He sucked, licked and kissed it for around thirty seconds, before releasing it.

“I hope you don’t feel dumb now, sir,” he said. “It’s me who’s the dumb one. Sorry to have kept you waiting, sir.”

“Oh… oh boy,” gasped Jimmy. “That was amazing. Come on, get it back in your mouth and do it again, please.”

“You don’t have to say, please,” said Superman. “I’m just doing my job, sir. Thank you for kindly allowing me to suck you off.”

So saying, he once more began to pleasure Jimmy’s dick with his mouth, his own erection throbbing excitedly as he heard the groans from his pal.

“Gosh… never thought I’d be sucking Jimmy’s penis like this. But he’s my friend, so let’s give him the full service and hope he enjoys it. Little does he know that his old pal Superman is now a Superwhore!”

They remained like that for a few minutes, Superman enjoying the murmurs and gasps from behind the wall as he brought all of his newfound skill to bear on Jimmy’s stiff wet cock. Then, as he took a pause, preparing to go to the next stage, on a whim he asked:

“Tell me, sir… might I ask what your name is?”

“What? What kind of a question is that?”

Why had he asked this? Superman knew, but he would have to be careful in clarifying. He spoke quickly:

“Well… I’m a whore, you see… and I want to… to be a good whore and I want to do a good job. I… I was just thinking that you might find it even hotter if I spoke to you, sir, and called you by your name. I’m sorry if that was dumb of me, sir. I… I am quite the dummy. One of my other clients this evening even called me a Superdickhead.”

His cock ached as he said this, which was, of course, the reason why he had shared this information with Jimmy. Every demeaning admission brought him nothing but unadulterated arousal.

“Oh… sure… that does sound kind of hot. Okay… my name… my name is…”

Superman waited, holding his breath. He was sure Jimmy would give a fake name.

“It’s Jimmy. Call me Jimmy.”

Wow. He’d given his real name. Superman could hardly believe it.

“Yes, sir, thank you, sir,” he babbled excitedly. “Oh… oh, thank you for telling me… Jimmy. It’s an honour to suck your dick, sir.”

He kissed the end of Jimmy’s penis and slobbered away enthusiastically as he spoke.

“You have a magnificent dick, Jimmy. Thank you for letting me suck you off, sir. I’ll do a great job for you Jimmy.”

“Jeez,” said Jimmy. “You sure are one hell of a cocksucker, dude.”

“Mmf,” said Superman, risking a quick and exhilarated tug on his own ramrod stiff cock. “Hnngh. Mmf. Ohhh. Thank you, sir. Thank you, Jimmy, sir. I promise you I’ll do my best cocksucking for you.”

“You know,” said Jimmy, “the weird thing is… you sound just like Superman.”

The Man of Steel froze, his lips still around the head of Jimmy’s erection.

“Oh…. I… I do?”

“Yeah. Really exactly like him. Anyone ever told you that before?”

Superman thought quickly. “Uh… actually… actually, yes. I get that all the time. People always say that.”

He looked at his reflection in the ancient mirror, his uniform stained and his handsome features blasted with cum.

“You know, sir… I actually look a little like Superman too.”

“You do? Oh god.” He could detect Jimmy’s heart beating faster. “Oh boy… that’s really hot.”

“It is?”

A thought occurred to Superman.

“Jimmy… I mean, sir… would you like it if I really was Superman?”

“Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, hell yeah,” gasped Jimmy. “That’s my all time greatest fantasy.”

Superman’s mouth fell open in disbelief.

“It is? You want to be sucked off by Superman? Is that right, Jimmy?”

“You bet it is. That and much more. I’ve fantasised about it for years. I know Superman a little, you see, and I’ve always had a thing for him. That amazing body in his tight blue and red spandex.”

Wow. Boy, oh boy was this night full of surprises.

“Gosh,” said Superman, taking a couple of swipes on Jimmy’s cock with his tongue. “Have… have you ever told Superman this, Jimmy?”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous! Superman doesn’t even know I’m bisexual. I couldn’t tell him all the dirty things I long to do to him. He’d never speak to me again!”

“But Jimmy…” Superman ran his index finger over the piss slit off his friend’s cock, and softly lapped the precum from it. “Superman is the most powerful man in the world. You might be surprised by what his reaction would be. The one thing he can never be is dominated sexually… it seems quite likely that’s the one thing he might crave, don’t you think? You might find that Superman secretly would love nothing better than to get down on his knees and suck you off.”

“Oh man… that’s such a hot thought. I could cum just thinking about it. But it could never happen.”

“Great Scott… if he only knew,” thought Superman. “Well… let’s see if I can’t make Jimmy’s dream come true.”

“Tell you what, Jimmy,” he said. “Would you like me to pretend that I really am Superman?”

“Oh gee… you mean… like… roleplay?”

“Sure. You already said I sound just like him. And I’ve told you I look like him too.”

Superman smiled and winked at his reflection.

“So why don’t you just treat me as if I’m the real thing? Pretend… go on.”

Superman took a deep breath. His whole body was shivering with potent arousal.

“I’m Superman. I’m Superman, and I’m on my knees on the other side of this glory hole, ready and willing to suck your dick, Jimmy.”

Using his x-ray vision, he watched as his words hit home, seeing Olsen gasp with delight.

“Oh boy. Oh man that is so hot. Okay. Okay, let’s do this… Superman. I want you… I want you to suck my dick!”

“Great!” smiled the Man of Steel. He took the waiting cock into his mouth once more and went back and forth with it, all the while watching his friend’s expression, though Jimmy did not know it.

“Oh my god… Superman is on his knees and sucking my dick. And you’re good at it too, Superman. Superman is a… super-cocksucker!”

“Mmf… mmm…” groaned the world’s mightiest male. “Thank you, sir. I love it when you call me that. I’m glad you think I’m a Super-cocksucker.”

“You sure are that. Tell me, what are you wearing, Superman?”

“What do you think I’m wearing, Jimmy, sir? My uniform, of course. Although it’s a little different than usual. I’ve taken off my boots and I’m kneeling in a filthy puddle to do my job as a whore. And my first two clients came all over me, so my spandex is a little spunk-stained in places. Plus my tights and my briefs and my cape are all wet and dirty from the puddle I’m kneeling in. I don’t know for sure but I suspect at least some of this filth I’m in is human urine.”

“Whoa. Superman… why would you be doing this?”

“Well, Jimmy… sir… I got myself into trouble with some clever men. It was my own fault - I made some foolish mistakes. And the only way I could get out of it was to agree to suck dick for a whole night.”

“Man… you came up with that story on the spot?”

Superman chuckled. “Well… that’s because it’s true, Jimmy.”

“Sure… sorry, I snapped out of character for a second. Okay, Superman. So you got yourself in trouble and the only way out of it was to become a whore for the night.”

“That’s right, Jimmy. Superman is now a Superwhore. Do you… mmmfff… do you think I’m doing a good job, sir?”

“Oh, you’re doing a great job,” gasped Jimmy. “You’re a top notch Superwhore, Superman.”

“Mmmmm…” Superman reached down and grabbed his own cock at this, allowing himself a quick fumble.

“Oh, thank you, sir. Thank you. Hnngh. You know, Jimmy, my briefs are all wet with precum too. I’ve made a real mess where my erection is helplessly creaming inside my tights and my briefs.”

“What?” said Jimmy incredulously. “Wait, are you saying you’re turned on by all this, Superman? You’re on your knees sucking my dick and you’re hard as well?”

“You bet I am,” answered Superman enthusiastically. “It’s like I told you, Jimmy - the one thing Superman cannot ever have is sexual domination. And secretly that’s the one thing I’ve craved all these years. Oh boy…. It f-feels so good to be able to tell someone at last. You see, Jimmy - I’m probably enjoying being here on my knees and sucking your dick even more than you are!”

“Uh! Oh gee…” gasped Jimmy. “If that’s true then you must really be enjoying yourself, Superman, because this is amazing for me. Blow me, Superman - get my cock in your mouth, Man of Steel! Suck my dick so hard that you cream your tights and panties!”

Superman didn’t need telling twice. He upped his game, with every minute ,devising new ways to pleasure Jimmy with his tongue, lips and mouth. To his astonishment, Jimmy was prone to talking dirty, and having now bought into their seeming roleplay, Olsen was eager to talk down to the Man of Steel.

“You know, Superman, for years I’ve fantasised about you taking me to your Fortress. You once told me about that crystal chamber, where you can be depowered? The one that takes away your abilities and makes you into a weakling?”

“Mmf. Mm,” replied Superman, his mouth full. “Yesth, sir, Jimmy. Why’d you remember a thing like that? Mmf. Mm. Your cock is amazing.”

Jimmy chuckled and gasped as the Man of Steel sucked him off.

“Well, Superman. I’ve had this fantasy for a long time. I’ve thought how I would trick you into getting into that chamber and showing me how it works. And then I would strip you of your abilities before you knew what was going on. I’d take all your superpowers away, leaving you vulnerable. And then once you were nothing but a…. Well, nothing but a weak man in spandex with no powers, I would get you to lead me to that great silver bed of yours, and tell you to pull down your tights and briefs and let me fuck you.”

Superman’s raging lust momentarily abated as he took in these words with amazement! He’d imagined Jimmy was about to come out with something romantic like making him dinner or flying through a moonlit sky; he could never have believed his good pal harboured such filthy dreams of dominating him.

“Jimmy… fantasising about fucking me! I would never have dreamt it. As for the idea of me being taken like that by another man… why, I never… I couldn’t… could I?”

But as he listened to his friend talk excitedly and at length about exactly how he’d like to fuck him, Superman could not deny that the thought of this was only adding to his helpless arousal. Once more, he slipped his hand around his cock and allowed himself a couple of quick strokes, before withdrawing it with a low groan.

“Oh boy, Jimmy,” he gasped, releasing his mouthful of cock for a few seconds, “you’re making me even harder than I already am! My briefs…”

He looked down at his crotch and whistled.

“My briefs and tights are so full of precum that’s it’s like I’ve wet myself, Jimmy!”

“Oh God,” moaned Jimmy, “I’ve just described fucking you Superman… and you’re saying it’s turning you on more? Are you telling me you want me to fuck you, Superman? Are you?”

“It… the thought would never have occurred to me,” admitted the horny hero, “but now, thinking about it… what you’re describing… being tricked into giving up my powers like a chump… and then you taking me in my own bed… oh god, yes, I would love that Jimmy!”

“Say it,” said Jimmy, his voice ragged with excitement. "Tell me you want me to fuck you, Superman! Say it, Superman, you cocksucking Superwhore!”

Superman kissed and sucked the end of his pal’s cock, before saying loudly and clearly:

“Yes, Jimmy! I would love to be fucked by you! There, I’ve said it - I, Superman, would love it if you could trick me into giving up my powers, and then order me to follow you to my bed and fuck me! Fuck me, Jimmy, fuck me up the ass! Take me up, up and away!”

As both men continued in this vein, each lost in their own version of this disgraceful fantasy, Superman’s reverie was suddenly broken as his super-hearing spontaneously activated, honing in on a persistent series of news alerts and police intercom messages…

“Lex Luthor has released a swarm of drones across Metropolis… they seem to be unleashing a cloud of some sort…”

“No one knows what Luthor intends with these nefarious machines, but Superman will surely intercept them…”

"Still more of Luthor’s drones are filling the skies and releasing their contents… but where is Superman?”

“The Man of Steel is nowhere to be seen… Superman, we need you…”

“Where is Superman?”

For the first time since entering the filthy toilet and stripping to his uniform, Superman’s lust was suddenly supplanted by another feeling: anger.

“Dammit Luthor,” he thought, “can’t I have one night for myself? One night of joy in all my life of duty. ‘Where is Superman? Where is Superman?’ I’ll tell you where he is: Superman is on his knees sucking dick, and it’s chance I’ll never get again. Let me stay here, debasing myself and hearing Jimmy talk about fucking me up the ass, even as I suck his cock… please. Come on - where are my robot duplicates?”

Yet the next moment he heard one of his Kryptonian android replicas arrive on the scene, and begin to tackle Luthor’s drones, to his great relief.

“The crisis is over… Superman is here and he seems to be making short work of Luthor’s mayhem…”

“The cloud is dispersing…”

“The last of the drones has been taken out…”

“Superman has saved the day, yet again… the Metropolis Marvel has done it…”

“Hmm,” he thought, his spirits rising once more, along with his rock hard dick, “if only you knew that the Metropolis Marvel is right this minute kneeling in a puddle of human waste, sucking off men to solve a problem of his own idiotic making! How ‘marvellous' would you think Superman if you could see the dick I’m sucking right now, my mouth stuffed with the erection of my own pal, Jimmy, even as he’s talking me through all the filthy things he wants to do to me! Ha! But that’s my own secret - something just for me and no-one else.”

Superman gave a long and deep groan, as he felt Jimmy’s throbbing cock move closer to ejaculation.

“Jimmy," he said, panting and gasping, “I want you to know that if I ever find a way to let you fuck me, I swear I’ll do whatever it takes to make it happen. I’d love you to take me in my own bed… with my tights and briefs around my ankles.”

“Oh boy… this is so hot… you really, really do sound so like Superman!”

The Man of Steel grinned: “That’s because I really am Superman, Jimmy,” he said, safe in the knowledge that his pal would think he was just continuing the role-play. “I’m Superman… I’m Superman the cocksucking Superwhore!”

“Mmmmmm…. yeah,” cried Jimmy, “it really is you, Superman. And just like you said, when we’re in your bed I’ll pull your tights and briefs down around your ankles like you’re a cheap whore, Superman!”

“Yes!” replied the hero, “oh, yes, do that, please! Make me your Superwhore Jimmy! Pull my briefs and tights down and fuck me… fuck me… oh… oh… you’re going to cum soon… do you want me to swallow, sir?”

“Fuck no,” said Jimmy, "I want to cum on your face, Superman! Is that okay with you?”

Superman grabbed his own dick for a delicious squeeze, and then released it.

“Mm. Mmm. Mm. It’s nothing to do with me, sir. Forget what I think. It’s what you want, Jimmy, sir. And if you want to cum on my face… then I can’t stop you… so… cum… all… over… my face…!”

Superman pulled Jimmy’s dick fully out of his mouth. With admirable skill, he worked the shaft from top to bottom, kissing and licking, all the while using his super-hearing to note the signs of imminent ejaculation. He positioned himself just in time, as Olsen gave a roar, and his cock erupted, once again blasting Superman’s face with great streams of hot spunk.

“Aaah!" he yelled out in ecstasy. “Thank you! You’re cumming all over me!”

He kept his mouth open, and managed to catch a little of his friend’s exploding ejaculate, his taste buds thrilling at the warm goo.

"Cumming all over me, Jimmy! Oh! Oh! This is the hugest load - more than anyone else!”

And Superman was not wrong. Making Jimmy’s dream of being blown by him come true had helped his friend produce a vast amount of spunk. The Man of Steel knelt there in submission, whimpering with pleasure as it rained down over him, further staining his already soiled blue and red spandex, burst after burst splattering his S-shield and trickling downwards.

Meanwhile, as his third cock-sucking adventure reached its climax, Superman’s android duplicate waved farewell to the cheering crowds below, and headed back to the Fortress of Solitude.

Had it been the Man of Steel himself and not a machine, he might have thought to investigate the strange, darkening clouds, which Luthor’s drones had successfully released before they were neutralised. But the android had no such curiosity, and so flew off, its task achieved. While the real Superman remained on his knees in a puddle of piss and stagnant water, moaning and stroking his penis, lost in utter ecstasy and abandonment at the night of debauchery that he had embraced so willingly. And even as he knelt in this blissful state, greedily swallowing whatever drops of his friend’s cum that he could, the Man of Steel had no idea of the danger he was in.

Will Jimmy ever get over realising his fantasy so successfully? Will Superman let on to his pal that he has done him the ultimate favour? How much more spunk, precum and piss can the Man of Steel’s soiled spandex uniform take? And just what has Lex Luthor released into the skies of Metropolis?

Find out in the next disgraceful instalment of Superman: Glory Night! And as ever, if you’ve enjoyed then please hit Like and consider leaving a comment.

Happy #TumescentTuesday!

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‘You say Superman’s personality just reawakened?’

'Yup. That's right. The prison wardens were carrying him in like a hepless chump, when the Red K fog in his mind must have lifted. He remembered where he was and that he was Superman, but he doesn't understand how he lost his powers or why he confessed to all those crimes.

‘He struggled a little and tried to escape, but without his powers, he's weaker than a normal man now. And although he pleaded pathetically with the wardens to put him down and let him explain, they weren't having any of it. Superman's beginning his new life as a convicted criminal. And Metropolis is ours for the taking.'

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‘What do you mean, Superman’s been “neutralised”?’

'Exactly what I said. The Boss got to Superman and used Red K to get inside his head and strip him of his powers. We made him confess to everything, and the judge fast-tracked his sentencing. As of now, Superman is being sent down.’

‘He's not a threat any more, now that’s he’s not a so-called Man of Steel. As of today, he's just a man in tights. Here - I’m texting you a picture of him now…’

‘Whoa! I can’t believe it! Superman is just being carried along like a big helpless chump! And what happened to his blue tights? They look kinda dirty.’

‘Superman’s been on his knees since he got in here, that’s why his tights are stained. And there’s more to come for our powerless man in spandex; he’s going to be in prison for a long time. The governor's given the boys the heads-up - they can't wait to see Big Blue again. So yeah... Superman's finally been neutralised. I'll keep you updated."

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What’s the worst place Superman could end up, having been stripped of his powers and tricked into confessing to a criminal act?

Why, gaol, of course. Don’t worry, Superman - all those familiar faces you put behind bars are going to be very excited to see you… they’re preparing you a very, very warm welcome.

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Mafia boss and his toy

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New suit, same hot body

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He’s back and he’s hot.

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An illustration from Glory Night chapter 7 that didn’t make the cut, of Superman recalling that delicious sausage he ate in Niagara, whilst embarking on his next challenge, sans boots.

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Superman: Glory Night, chapter 7: LOYAL PAL

This is part 7 of an adult content, NSFW erotic Superman story, inspired by a frankly stunning image of the Man of Steel sitting next to a gloryhole created by @Buffy2ville on Deviantart, who kindly gave permission for this - thank you.

No offence or copyright infringement is intended; it is purely for ADULT enjoyment, not for profit. And so, I hope you enjoy...

To recap: Clark Kent’s hypocritical antics have gotten him into hot water with one of Metropolis’s foremost pornographers, Lance Lewis. Having written a libellous article in the Daily Planet, so badly misjudged that it could close the newspaper down, Clark has agreed to a night of performing fellatio at a gloryhole, in order to atone for his actions and save the jobs of everyone at the Planet. Yet unbeknownst to Lewis, Clark is really Superman, and has long harboured fantasies of being sexually dominated by other men as an escape from the pressure and responsibility of his life as the world’s most powerful being. Locked inside a filthy lavatory to begin his night of cocksucking, Clark soon gives in to his most degrading desires, stripping off his civilian clothes and performing his inglorious task dressed in his Superman uniform, safe in the knowledge that he could change back at any time using his super-speed.

After a rocky start, Superman has sucked his first cock, satisfied his client and willingly declared himself a ‘superwhore’, learning on the job and receiving a face full of cum for his troubles. Now, the Man of Steel waits on his knees in a puddle of human waste, his uniform filthy and defiled, basking in the glow of the all-consuming arousal he has never before allowed himself to give in to…

As he sat and waited for his next client’s cock to emerge from the gloryhole, Superman busied himself by trying to scrape away some of the spunk with which his first customer had blasted him.

“This really is a huge load of ejaculate,” he mused, his reporter’s mind momentarily coming to the fore once more. “Gosh… I must have done a really good job with that man for him to produce so much.”

Yet then he thought back to his initial over-confidence and his feeble efforts to suck dick while still seated.

“I mustn’t get cocky,” he thought, and then smiled at his choice of words. “Well… at least, not like that. After all… this isn’t just about having fun, although goodness knows this night has been amazing so far. I’m supposed to be saving the jobs of everyone at the Planet. Which wouldn’t have been in jeopardy in the first place if it wasn’t for me.”

His eyes went once more to his reflection in the rusting mirror opposite.

“Yeah, Superman. You’re here because of your own actions… my own actions,” he whispered. “You’re on your knees and sucking dick… and you’ve no one to blame but yourself.”

Superman gave a small smile at this and lightly pressed one hand to his nipple.

“Yes… I did it again, blundered into a trap… and now I have to debase myself in a public bathroom, sucking men off. What a… what a Superdickhead I am. That man was right. Hmm. Yeah. Superman the Superdickhead.”

His hand wandered down to his cock as he spoke, and he groaned, wishing he were free to indulge himself. His briefs were awash with streaming precum and he longed to respond to the terrible ache for release he felt.

“Hnngh. C-c-can’t,” he said, with a titanic effort. “I’ve got to take this seriously. I’ve got to suck dick really well. I’ve got to prove myself… prove myself to be a really… a really good…”

He glanced anxiously at the gloryhole, but so far there was nothing there. He swallowed, and said quietly.

“A whore. I’m a whore now. I’m Superman the superwhore. And I need to learn how to be good. No, not good… I need to be the best.”

He let go of his throbbing erection and began to prod at the places where the spunk had rained down upon his uniform.

“Let’s see if I can’t clean myself up a little… get myself ready for my next client.”

He tried tasting a little of the the cum that had drenched him. But it was cooling now, and the sensations were not as pleasurable. The basin was just a short way away - Superman stood up and crossed to it. There were his socks - or rather Clark Kent’s - floating in the filthy water.

“Oh dear,” he said, holding one up. “I put them here for safety, but this water is gross. Still, it’s better than nothing, I guess.”

Yet when he turned on the tap, the disgusting fluid that emerged was the colour of rust and quite revolting. Superman shook his head, and abandoning his socks, he knelt back down in the puddle by the gloryhole once more.

“How about I try some of this to rinse the semen away,” he said. “It can’t be any worse than what came out of this tap… even though some it is certainly human waste. Let’s face it, whatever happens, my uniform is going to have be deep cleaned after tonight.”

Tentatively, he tried scooping up some of the puddle with his fingers, and dowsing his spandex with it, to try and wash away the spunk. But after a few attempts, the stench of urine was so overpowering that he gave up.

“Perhaps I could use my heat-vision,” he wondered. “Although… what’s the point? I’ve already knelt in the stuff; my tights and briefs are soaked in it. Why should my top half miss out? What the hell.”

As the strange and lewd frenzy gripped him further, Superman began to grab handfuls of the dirty waste-water, throwing them over his chest and arms, watching the fabric darken as he splashed himself.

“There… what a… what a Superdickhead,” he said breathlessly, looking at himself in the mirror as he gleefully disgraced himself. “A little more filth for Superman the Superwhore… to hell with what anyone else thinks. Ha!”

He put a handful of dirty water over his nipple and gasped with pleasure as the blue spandex dampened and darkened, highlighting what lay beneath.

“I’m a whore,” he breathed, “I’m a dirty little whore!”

“Pleased to hear it,” came a low voice to his left. “Now suck this, you dirty whore.”

A stiff brown cock was slowly pushed through the gloryhole.

“Oh,” gasped Superman, his heart beating faster as he took in the next penis that he was to pleasure with his mouth. “Yes, sir, thank you, sir.”

He took a quick peek at the owner of the dick with his x-ray vision. A handsome young Indian man, maybe about twenty-eight years old. He was wearing an expensive-looking smart city suit and he smirked as he slid his erect cock through the gloryhole.

“Like my dick, whore?” asked his second client.

Before answering, Superman took hold of the man’s stiff cock and tenderly kissed the end of it, making love to it with his lips, and then carefully swiping the tip with his tongue. To his satisfaction, he heard his client let out a groan of joy.

“Yes, sir,” he said proudly, “your penis is magnificent, sir. I can’t wait to get it in my mouth. May I…”

He looked sideways at himself, drinking in what he saw: himself in his uniform, on his knees in that filthy puddle in the disgusting toilet… and he was about to beg for cock.

“Superdickhead,” he thought as he looked at his reflection, “go on, Superdickhead - you know what to do next…”

“M-may I…. Uh… that is… please may I suck your dick, sir?” said Superman. “I’ll do my best, sir, I promise.”

“You talk real nice, cocksucker,” said his client. “Of course you can suck my dick. That’s why we’re here. Get it in your mouth, now.”

Superman did not need telling twice. With a mumbled “thank you, sir”, he took the thick brown penis into his mouth and began to worship it.

He found himself thinking back to a perfect hot dog he’d once had, whilst visiting Niagara with Lois. It had been so delicious that he had removed it from the bun and sucked on it, savouring the juicy flavours.

“Mmm,” he thought, “I never admitted it to myself, but even back then as I put that hot dog in my mouth, a part of me was imagining this… pretending it was a penis. And now I get to do it for real! If I had only known I’d get the chance… for one night only, this is a dream come true! No sausage now, but the real thing! And I don’t have to be the mighty Superman, who’s always perfect and never messes up. For this one holiday away from my duties I get to be… a whore! That’s right… not the Metropolis Marvel or the Man of Steel, but Superman the dirty whore, on my knees and sucking dick… and having the time of my life!”

He imagined that beautiful sausage between his lips once more, and the thought was so arousing that he groaned in ecstasy, and the client chuckled.

“You like the taste of my dick, huh?”

“Yesth, sir,” said Superman, speaking with his mouth full. “Mmm. Oh yeah. Mmmm… I love it, sir. I love your dick, sir!”

The memory of that Niagara Falls hot dog faded, and Superman sucked away happily, putting into place everything he had learned from his first blowjob, and it was a success. He slobbered away on the young executive’s penis, worshipping it with his mouth and tongue, and the groans from his client left him in no doubt that he was giving satisfaction, as well as giving head magnificently.

“Your penis is wonderful, sir,” he babbled in between his gulps of fellatio. “Am I a good whore, sir?”

“Y-yes,” panted the client. “You sure are a fine dirty male whore, boy.”

‘Boy’! Superman activated his x-ray vision once more. This guy was younger than he was, by at least four or five years.

“You know, sir, I’m not a boy at all. I’m a full-grown man in my early thirties, sir. I’m guessing I’m probably older than you.”

“Yeah?” sneered his client. “Well you’re a full grown man who’s sucking off a twenty-seven year old success story. I run one of the biggest companies in Metropolis. And you are on your knees sucking my dick. How’s that make you feel?”

“Mmmph.” Superman slurped away even faster, briefly allowing himself a touch of his own dick.

“It makes me feel humiliated, sir. I’m kneeling in… in a filthy puddle… in my best suit… debasing myself sucking a younger man’s cock. You…”

His eyes flicked to the mirror for a second as he spoke. Superman, the world’s greatest hero watched himself stick out his tongue and kiss his client’s dick as he said:

“You sure are the boss of me, sir. You’re a bigger man than me. I’m just a dirty whore.”

HIs penis throbbed with excitement as he spoke these words.

“That’s right, whore. Glad you know your place.”

Superman increased the speed at which he was performing. He crammed the man’s dick in his mouth and went back and forth with such passion that he almost forgot himself.

“Yes,” he said, his mouth stuffed with cock. “Mmf. Yeah. Ysth, sir. Superman definitely knows his place. Ooh! Oh!”

“What did you say?”

Superman felt his heart racing. How could he have made such a ridiculous blunder?

“I… I… I said Stupidman knows his place, sir. Stupidman. That’s… that’s me. I… I’m a… stupid man… sir.”

Once more he caught his reflection, and watched himself rush to demean everything he was. His hand slid down inside his briefs.

“Damned, right, you’re a Stupidman,” said his client. “Why have you stopped, dickhead?”

“Oh! Sorry, sorry, sir, Here…”

Superman returned his attention to his client’s penis, kissing and licking away in a frenzy, then pulling it sharply up and down as he prepared to take it back into his mouth.

“Here I go, sir,” he said, before grinning as a thought occurred to him. “Up, up, and - oh! Uh! Oh!”

Without warning the cock erupted spraying his face with hot spunk! His client yelled out in elation, and Superman once again knelt there in astonishment as long strings of creamy cum drenched him. On a whim, he stabbed at the circular clasp of his yellow belt, and as it fell open he pulled his briefs out and away from him, and sure enough, a volley of spunk wads landed directly inside them, on top of his bulging erection. He groaned with raging desire as he allowed the red spandex to snap back against his abdomen, trapping his client’s seed in his uniform.

“You came all over me,” he gasped. “You even c-c-came on my c-c-cock!”

With one hand, Superman sprooshed the jizz across his s-shield, wiping it into the fabric of his uniform, which darkened as it absorbed the gooey mess.

“That’s right, Stupidman,” said his client. “Aren’t you going to thank me?”

By way of response, Superman leaned forward and took the man’s softening cock into this mouth. Greedily he licked and sucked at the last drops of cum, before reluctantly letting go at last.

“Thank you, sir. Thank you for cumming on me, sir. Thank you… for cumming all over Stupidman.”

As the man pulled away from the glory hole, Superman pawed longingly at his own unsatisfied erection. However could he keep this up all night?

Rubbing and touching the large wet bulge in his briefs, Superman began to wonder if he might be able to masturbate at super-speed in-between clients, to give him release before continuing with this epic task he had brought upon himself.

“And yet,” he said uneasily, “that would be more lies. I brought all this about by telling lies in the first place. I told Mr Lewis I would do as he asked, Surely I have to honour that?”

His fingers yearned to fully take hold of his penis and give in to his lust, but this honourable whore gave a low groan, moved his hands away from his crotch and returned his attention too the glory hole.

A long, trembling white dick inched gently through the hole.

“Oh boy,” said Superman, “here I go again."

“Uh… hey man,” said the owner of this twitching shaft that now transfixed the Man of Steel. “Uh… hi there. Are you… are you going to suck me off? That is… are you gonna suck my dick?”

Superman grinned. “That’s… that’s why I’m here, sir. I sure am going to suck your dick. And I hope I’m going to do a super job for you.”

The Last Son of Krypton boldly leaned forward and kissed the moist tip of the penis.

“Mmm,” he said. “You have a magnificent cock, sir. I’m going to enjoy sucking you off.”

To enforce this statement, he ran his tongue up and down his client’s shaft, caressing and stroking it.

“Oh gosh,” said his third client of the evening. “Gee, that’s really hot. You’re really good at this.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Superman, delighted by these words. His hard work was paying off. Yet something was bothering him. His client’s voice seemed somehow familiar.

“Can I take your dick into my mouth now, sir?” he asked.

“Gee… you sure can,” said his client. “Uh… That is, yes - please suck my dick.”

Superman hesitated. He wanted to get his lips around that cock and get sucking, but the voice… he definitely knew it.

With his mouth just a centimetre away from the wet and throbbing tip, Superman activated his x-ray vision. His eyes widened as he realised who he was about to fellate.

“Oh my god…” he said in a barely audible voice. “Jimmy Olsen? Jimmy is here and waiting for me to suck his dick!”

Will Superman be a pal and give Jimmy the full service, or will he back out and leave Olsen hanging? Does Jimmy have what it takes to go through with it, and if so will he guess that the hungry mouth fellating him belongs to none other than his pal, Superman? And just how good was that hot dog Clark sucked on back in Niagara Falls?

All these questions and more will be answered in the next chapter of Superman: Glory Night! Meantime, if you’ve enjoyed then please hit ‘Like’ and consider leaving a comment.

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Superman: Glory Night, chapter 6: SUPERSUBMISSIVE

This is part 6 of an adult content, NSFW erotic Superman story, inspired by a frankly stunning image of the Man of Steel sitting next to a gloryhole created by @Buffy2ville on Deviantart, who kindly gave permission for this - thank you. No offence or copyright infringement is intended; it is purely for adult enjoyment, not for profit. And so I hope you enjoy...

Now, let’s go back to that filthy toilet in downtown Metropolis, where Lance Lewis has persuaded sanctimonious reporter Clark Kent to atone for his past mistakes with a night of fellatio at the mouth of a gloryhole. Yet what Lewis doesn’t know is that Clark is really Superman, and that this seeming punishment is actually a way for the Man of Steel to indulge fantasies he’s kept buried all his life. Locked inside the seedy lavatory, Superman’s first inept attempt at cocksucking got off to a rocky start. But now he’s down on his knees in a puddle of human filth, and with a little practice, Superman is hitting his stride at last and taking his first client up, up and away…

After a coupe of minutes had gone by, the Man of Steel could tell his client was feeling much more satisfied. Not only were there no more complaints, but as the self-proclaimed “Super-cocksucker” set to work, learning on the job, with the unique abilities that were his, Superman could sense the man’s growing enjoyment and arousal as he used his mouth to pleasure him. This in turn enhanced Superman’s own pleasure, and he groaned with ecstasy as he sucked away on the large uncut penis.

“Oh boy,” he thought. “Oh… the idea of what I’m doing… I’m on my knees, kneeling in a puddle of human waste and putting everything I’ve got into sucking this man’s penis. I should be horrified at my own disgrace. But my erection… oh boy… oh gee… I’ve never felt so turned on in my life!”

And indeed, the Man of Steel was finding it harder and harder to keep from touching his own rock hard dick. His tights and briefs were awash with so much precum that if anyone had seen him, they would assume Superman had just wet himself. Which in a manner of speaking, he had.

His client began to grow vocal once more, but this time the response was a positive one.

“Oh yeah… suck it, boy. That’s good… you’re learning fast.’

“Mmph,” said Superman, momentarily pausing, “I told you… I’m… “

He risked a quick glimpse at himself in the mirror, and what he saw made him groan helplessly with lust.

“Uhhhhh! Oh! I told you, sir… I… I’m a Supercocksucker. Ooh!” He paused, remembering what his client had called him. “Sorry, sir - I mean, I’m a Superdickhead!”

Superman’s cock throbbed as he said this, and he groaned once more as he spoke to his own reflection, thinking about who he was and what he was doing. It only served to increase his arousal.

“Uhhhh. Hnngh. Yes. Yes, sir. That’s me. I’m… I’m Superdickhead. And I’m glad I’m pleasing you.”

He quickly returned to the task in hand, gorging himself on the thick wet cock protruding from the gloryhole, his tongue performing extraordinary feats at exactly the right speed.

“You might… just… be right,” gasped his client, as the Man of Steel’s lips caressed his ramrod-stiff erection. “I think you really are one super cocksucker, Superdickhead! Suck my dick, you submissive little prick!”

Superman’s senses reeled as he heard this, but his mouth was so crammed with dick that all he could do was grunt in response. In truth, he would have been incapable of anything more articulate just now. For every name, every degradation that came his way only seemed to heighten his arousal even further!

“Submissive.” He turned the word over in his head as he worshipped the man’s cock. “I’ve fought beings that could destroy the planet. There’s no man on earth as powerful as me. And yet here I am, enjoying being called a ‘submissive little prick’. Mmm. Me… Superman. Gosh… am I… am I really a submissive little prick?”

With his body on fire, and these demeaning words echoing around his mind, Superman found himself acting completely on instinct. His hand strayed idly down towards his crotch, and before he could think twice, he risked a dangerous tug on his own cock. Such ecstatic sensations engulfed him! A fresh wave of precum burst from the tip, his sticky white foam blossoming across the red spandex of his briefs.

“Uhhh. Hnngh. Hnggh.” He groaned once more. It took every last scrap of his self-control to yank his hand away. He could not ejaculate just now. To distract himself, he decided to kiss the man’s penis, licking and swiping it with his tongue, in ways that he thought would please his client.

“Yeah… that’s it, dickhead,” gasped the man on the other side of the wall. “Oh man, that’s… that’s damned good.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Superman. He raised his glance momentarily to allow himself the treat of a further glimpse of himself in the mirror. His uniform was now beginning to look quite filthy. His blue tights were wet and stained from the floor; his briefs were soiled by the urine and who knew what else he’d sat in, not to mention his own pre-ejaculate, and his red cape had by now also soaked up a good amount of the toilet’s contents. It was an extraordinary sight, and Superman stared directly into his own eyes, fascinated by what he could see there, as he said out loud:

“I’m Superdickhead. I’m… I’m a submissive little p-prick… ooh… j-just like you said, sir.”

He risked another quick but exhilarating yank of his penis as he said this. His fingers came away so sticky from his precum soaked briefs that he was unable to resist licking them.

“Why have you stopped?” hissed the man behind the wall.

“Sorry!” Said Superman. “It’s just… sucking you off like this… your magnificent dick… it’s turning me on so much that I’ve… I’m filling my uniform with precum! I just had to taste some!”

“Uniform?”

The voice now sounded suspicious. “What do you mean, ‘uniform’? You ain’t a cop, are you?”

Damn it! He shouldn’t have let this slip; he had to concentrate.

“No! No, sir, I’m not a cop… I meant… I just… well, I meant…”

He thought quickly as he gazed at himself in the mirror, marvelling at the dreadful state of his spandex. An idea came to him.

“Why, I meant my briefs, sir.”

A grunt came from the gloryhole.

“Briefs? Then why’d you call ‘em your uniform, cocksucker?”

“B-b-because,” said Superman, his voice faltering as he tried to hold his nerve. He really did not wish to say this, but it was the only explanation he could think of.

“Because I’m… I’m… well… I’m a whore. Oh! I… I’m a whore. That’s it, you see.”

He watched his cheeks colour as he said these words. But again: that hungry, teasing look was there in his eyes, spurring him on…

“I’m a whore… and my b-b-briefs are… well they…”

Some part of him was fighting this. He remembered the day his uniform had been gifted to him at the Fortress, the avatar of Jor-El proudly revealing it inside a crystal case. He couldn’t believe the way he was now referring to it, let alone how disgracefully he was treating it. That great honour given to him as the Last Son of Krypton… and he was about to disrespect it in the most terrible way he could imagine.

“Y-yes… my b-b-b-briefs are my uniform,” he gasped, forcing the words out. “That’s what I meant, sir. I’m… I’m wearing my briefs… my b-b-b-bright red b-b-briefs. And they… well… uh… they’re… my red briefs are… they’re the uniform of… of a whore. A male whore. Th-that’s what they are. And that’s what I am now. A filthy male whore. Oh!”

Superman gasped. For a moment he fancied he could see the face of Jor-El, glaring down in disgust and judgement as his son demeaned himself in this manner. He blinked, but the face was gone.

“Okay,” said his client. “Well, you’re certainly a pretty decent whore, cocksucker. I guess red briefs are the best uniform for a good little whore like you.”

Superman’s hand fell to his crotch once more, and he moaned softly as he touched himself.

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. That’s correct. My red briefs… they… th-they’re the b-best uniform for… for a g-good little whore… l-like m-me. Hnngh.”

There it was again: once more, it was as though Superman could see Jor-El’s face, there in the room with him, and now it was obstructing his view of the gloryhole. He knew what his father’s avatar would say if it were truly here. He would forbid him to continue with this, of course. The eyes of Jor-El blazed down in anger. Was this Superman’s own psyche torturing him, trying to stop him fulfilling his own needs, his own desires?

“One night,” he thought angrily to himself. “Can’t I just have one single night of pleasure?”

He felt his penis hard and moist in his grip, and he moaned. He would not be robbed of this intensely joyous experience. He would banish this phantom from his mind.

“You know,” he said, “there’s somebody else who wears red briefs: Superman.”

“Ha,” laughed his client. “What are you saying, cocksucker? You think Superman’s a whore too, just like you?”

Superman stared into the furious face of Jor-El, willing it to vanish.

“Yes,” he said. “I think Superman… I think he absolutely is just like me. I think… I think Superman is a whore. Or at least he wants to be. I think Superman longs to be a dirty cocksucking male whore… j-just like m-me! Oh boy! He… he’d leap at at the chance to be on his knees doing this… a stiff dick in his mouth! Oh!”

Superman’s cock throbbed with yearning as he said this. His client chuckled.

“Mmm. Gotta admit, fella, that’s a pretty hot thought. Superman the whore. Superman sucking dick. Hnngh. Imagine the Man of Steel sucking on my dick. Oh yeah.”

Superman grinned, as Jor-El’s expression turned to one of shock and the face began to fade away.

“Yes,” he said, “it certainly is a hot idea. Superman as a whore, on his knees sucking your dick. And I promise you, if Superman was here right now, I think that’s exactly what he’d be doing, sir.”

“Damn, that’s hot,” said his client. “I wish it was real. Now stop yammering and suck me off, you Superdickhead!”

“Yes, sir,” said Superman, as Jor-El’s face disappeared completely. “Superdickhead will suck you good, sir.”

He let go of his penis, and once more began to fellate his client, abandoning all dignity and slobbering away.

After a moment or two, he could detect the man’s heartbeat rising once more.

“Oh yeah,” came the voice from the gloryhole. “I’m being sucked off by a super cocksucker. A Superdickhead who’s wetting his red briefs with excitement at being allowed to suck me off. Ain’t that right, Superdickhead?”

“Yes,” replied Superman, speaking with his mouth full. “I’m so excited to suck you off that I’ve wet my briefs!”

Well, he thought, not one word of this was a lie.

Back and forth, he pistoned the man’s cock in and out of his mouth, and his thoughts were a mass of turmoil.

I’ve crossed a line. I referred to myself as a whore. Referred to my briefs as a whore’s uniform. Oh, Great Rao… how will I ever be the same again? How will I ever look at my uniform again, let alone face Jor-El at the Fortress?

Superman pulled back for a second, intending to begin a fresh assault on his client’s penis, but he never got the chance. Without warning, the man erupted; his cock began to fire streams of hot white spunk directly into the face of the Man of Steel.

“Oh! Why-what? Uh!” Superman cried out, taken by surprise, as wad after wad of cum sprayed across his handsome chiselled features. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

“Take that, you whore!” shouted the man on the other side of the gloryhole. “This is the cock that made you wet your panties! I’m cumming!”

And cum he did. Superman just knelt there in stunned amazement as his client doused him thoroughly with a very respectable load of spunk. As the eruptions began to slow, they no longer splattered him in the face, but instead fired down and across his chest, lithe ribbons of cum dribbling directly onto his S-shield, that symbol of the House of El, which had caused the people to refer to him as ‘Superman’.

“N-not so ‘super’ now, am I?” he whispered, feeling the hot spunk soak his spandex; some of it had even reached his briefs. “Oh! I’m a whore… Superman the whore… it’s true… I’m… a ‘submissive little prick’, just like he said. I’m a Supersubmissive! Oh! Yes! A Supersubmissive! And I just sucked my first dick!”

As he spoke, Superman felt his client’s semen dribbling into his mouth. It should have repulsed him, but instead the taste intrigued him. He reached down and extended an index finger across his red and yellow S-shield, and scooped up some more of it.

“Mmm,” he said. “You c-c-came all over me, sir. You sprayed me with your spunk! Oh god…”

He licked his finger, greedily ingesting all he could.

“I sure did,” said his client. “You did good, man. That was one hell of a blowjob. No wonder it made you wet your red panties. That was awesome. You’re a good little whore, you know that?”

“Oh… I… I’m a… I’m a good little whore,” echoed Superman dumbly. He was feeling quite dazed. “Am I? Th-thank you, sir. Thank you. Yes. Yes…”

He turned his gaze to then mirror once more, and touched himself through his briefs and tights. Once more, the teasing, taunting look in his eyes dared him to go further.

“Hnngh. It’s just as you said, sir - I’m a good little whore.”

I’m Superman. Look at me. Listen to what I’m saying. It’s unthinkable!

“I’m a good little whore. A good little whore in my red panties. Hnngh. Yes. Oh yes. Sucking your dick has made me wet my panties, sir, thank you.”

He turned back to the gloryhole in time to see the penis disappearing.

“Thank you, sir,” he said again. “And now… now…”

Superman felt his mind racing as the enormity of what he had done dawned upon him. “I’m the Man of Steel! The Last Son of Krypton! The Metropolis Marvel! Oh, Great Rao… What have I let myself do?”

Superman swallowed, relishing the feel of the sticky cum sliding down his throat. It reminded him of eating oysters, and weirdly, this gave him courage and made him smile and calmed his thoughts.

“The Man of Steel? No - not right now. Tonight… tonight, I’m Superman the whore. The Supercocksucker. The Superdickhead. Superman the submissive little prick, who’s just sucked off his first client. Superman who’s giving in to his desires and having fun. For just one night. No supervillains or maniacs with bombs to worry about. For just this one amazing night, I get to be Superman the whore and to get down on my knees and suck some dick. That’s who I am just now…”

“Mmm. Yeah. That’s me…” he said out loud quietly, squeezing his spandex-clad erection as he stared at the gloryhole. “I’m Superman the trainee whore, who just sucked his first dick. And now…”

He looked hungrily back at the gloryhole.

“Now, I want more!”

Will Superman’s second helping of cock be as satisfying as his first? Will his sullied clothes and his uniform survive the night? Will he continue in his new career as a whore, or return to fighting crime in his tights and briefs?

Find out in the next exciting chapter of Superman: Glory Night!

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