Chapter 7: Epilogue part two
Inside the cold, damp confines of Iron Heights Penitentiary, Clark clung to what remained of his dignity as he was led down the corridors by Boots, the largest and most brutal inmate in the prison. The acrid scent of urine and shit filled the air, as a symphony of curses, threats, and laughter echoed off the oppressive grey walls. At the end of the hallway, Boots shoved Clark through a steel door into a dimly lit cell.
The lights were buzzing overhead, casting eerie shadows on the cracked walls and metal bed. The room smelled of mold, sweat, and despair.
Clark stumbled and fell to his knees, trying to catch his breath. He could feel the scowling eyes of the other inmates on him, assessing him with a mixture of suspicion and contempt.
"Get up, you pussy bitch," Boots barked, kicking Clark in the ribs, sending him tumbling onto the bed.
Clark could feel the contempt of the other inmates, and he knew what was coming. He had heard the rumors, the whispered threats in the dark, and he knew he was about to become a prison bitch.
The other inmates crowded around him, leering at him with filthy, hungry eyes. Clark closed his eyes, steeling himself for what was to come. But he couldn't help the tears that welled up in his eyes, betraying his fear.
One of the inmates approached him, his cock already erect and dripping with pre-cum.
He grabbed Clark's head, forcing him to look up. Clark's heart hammered in his chest as he stared at the man's obscene, meaty cock.
"Suck it, pussy," the inmate growled, pushing his cock against Clark's lips.
Clark hesitated for only a moment before he opened his mouth and allowed the inmate to thrust himself inside. He closed his eyes, trying to erase the images of Lois and Henry from his mind.
He couldn't let himself think about them now. Not when he was on the brink of being raped by these brute, cold-hearted men.
The inmate's cock thrust deep into Clark's throat as he moaned with pleasure, his fingers tangling in Clark's hair, pulling it tight. Clark gagged and choked, tears streaming down his cheeks as he felt the large member hit the back of his throat.
"That's right, pussy," the inmate grunted, thrusting even deeper. "You like that, don't you?
You like it when I fuck your tight little throat," the inmate groaned as he continued to saw in and out of Clark's mouth.
Clark felt disgusted with himself, but he knew he had no choice. He had to take it if he wanted to survive in this hellish place. The other inmates looked on with leering eyes, waiting for their turn.
Suddenly, the door to the cell swung open with a loud screech, revealing a tall, muscular figure. It was Superman.
The iconic hero, clad in his iconic red and blue suit. But as he stepped into the dimly-lit cell, Clark could see that something was different about him. There was a look of pure anger in his eyes as he surveyed the other inmates, who cowered in fear at his arrival.
"Get away from him," Superman growled, his voice deep and low.
The other inmates scampered away like rats, leaving Clark alone on the bed. Superman stepped towards him, his eyes filled with concern.
"Clark? Oh, Clark, what have they done to you?"
Clark looked up at his savior, tears still streaming down his cheeks. "S-Superman," he stammered, struggling to find his voice. "I-I didn't know you were here."
Superman gently lifted Clark off the bed, his gaze fierce as he looked around the room. "They know that you aren’t free. If they want you they have to make you watch my and Lois sex tape first.” Superman sneered as Clark realized that he was Henry the man who ruined his life.
Clark stared up at Henry with wide eyes, struggling to make sense of the situation. How had things gotten so out of control? Why was Henry doing this to him?
Before Clark could say a word, Henry snapped his fingers, and two of the other inmates quickly came to his side. They dragged Clark off the bed and forced him to his hands and knees.
One of the inmates roughly grabbed Clark's wrist and held it behind his back, using a pair of flexicuffs to secure it in place.
Another male leaned over him, thrusting his groin into Clark's face as he began to spew profanities. "You're gonna suck my dick, piece of shit. Bet you love it, don't you?" he sneered, his erect cock jutting toward Clark's mouth.
Clark closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face as his ass was roughly bent over and another inmate began to impale him. Instinctively, Clark clenched his teeth, trying to suppress the grunts and whimpers of pain that escaped his lips.
He couldn't believe what was happening. It was as if he was in some nightmarish purgatory, trapped in a prison cell forced to submit himself to the perversions of other men.
As the inmate behind him slammed himself inside with a sickening thrust, Clark's breathing became more labored, his chest heaving upwards and downwards as sobs wracked his body.
Meanwhile, the inmate in front of him had begun to thrust himself into Clark's face as he spewed obscenities and profanity at him.
Spit and pre-cum glistened on the tip of his cock, and as he reached his climax, he grabbed hold of Clark's head, jerking him forward to receive his load.
"Fucking choke on it, you little slut," he hissed as he came, filling Clark's mouth with his bitter, salty seed.
Superman, still hovering by the door, watched in disgust as the inmates used Clark's body for their own pleasure.