Cʟᴀʀᴋ Kᴇɴᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ.
Could he really blame Batman for his new obsession? Sure, it was Bruce who made him realize just how much he enjoyed another man’s thick piece of meat being rubbed all over his face. How much he enjoyed taking it down his throat, and just how much he loved getting his thick rear completely stuffed by another man. Even then, he can’t blame Bruce for his own actions since then.
Clark was aware of how others looked at him. That sculpted frame, that handsome face, and most importantly? That fat backside of his. The people of Earth just couldn’t take their eyes off of it. It was about time he used it to his advantage. No one wants to talk to a nosey reporter. Not until they’ve spent half an hour slamming him from behind. It seems like people were much more co-operative then. Individuals were much more inclined to answer Mr. Kent’s questions after he’s been choking on their cocks, it seemed.
Even Superman himself was allowing his new obsession cloud his judgement from time to time. Heroes, villains, henchmen, and civilians were all getting a piece of the Blue Boy Scout when they wanted.
(If you’re interested, send me a message. I’m friendly. Also available through Discord. If you’d rather Henry Cavill, that’s also an option. ♥)
