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After defeating Ally, Jon thought everything was going to be okay and they were just not for him. With no enemy to worry about things had reverted to Jon being in trouble for using X-Kryptonite. Lois didn't know how to handle it anymore so she left Clark in charge of punishing his son. The only advice she gave Clark was that Jon said he would do anything to make this right and prove he was sorry.
Clark opened the door to Jon's room. He had sent Lois and Jordan away in preparation for what he was about to do. "What on Earth could have made you think taking X-Kryptonite was a good idea?" Clark was calm but underneath he was boiling. He knew something had changed him, his time in Bizzaro World he guessed, he no longer cared.
Jon was silent. He knew this was coming eventually. Maybe this was his time to finally explain how left out he's been feeling lately. "I've just been so tired lately of feeling like I don't matter. You're Superman, you can do anything. Even mom has her way of helping. I needed it so that could catch up, Jordan's powers are getting stronger. I-
Clark interrupted him his entire demeanor changing in an instant. "Don't blame your brother for your failures!" Clark roared. "Your mother said that you wanted to make things right. Not make excuses for embarrassing this family."
Jon had never seen his dad like this. He was always so loving and gentle now he was just terrifying. "I do want to make this right. I told mom I would do whatever it took to prove I was sorry. Just ground me already, give me whatever chores you want I'll do them." Jon's voice quivered a little but he tried to stay calm despite his dad looming over him.
"You will be grounded all right. But chores aren't exactly what I have in mind." Clark grinned. "You can start proving yourself by getting on your knees and sucking my fucking cock."
Jon couldn't believe what he just heard. "You can't be serious! I'm your son. What would mom think if she heard you right now?"
"You said you would do whatever it took." Clark began to undo his belt dropping his pants and revealing a large bulge in his underwear. "Your mom isn't here just me so we can do this the hard way or the easy way. That's your choice.
Feeling like his dad would make him no matter what he said he got to his knees. Looking up at his father he pleaded with him in one last-ditch effort. "Please don't make me do this. I'll do anything just please don't make it be this.
"Pull out my cock and start sucking now and I'll go easy on you. Keep stalling and I'll force it down your throat. Either way, you'll be getting my cum but at least one of these options is better for you."
Grabbing the hem of his dad's underwear he pulled them down. Already half hard his dad's dick had to be at least nine inches long. He was afraid of the monster in front of him but had no choice. He tentatively put the head of his father's dick into his mouth and began to suck on it.
Not impressed with how slow this was going Clark wrapped his hands around Jon's head. "You're gonna have to do better than that if you want to please me." He began to push Jon's head down until he had four more inches in his mouth. Jon began gagging which only made Clark want more. Clark's dick had swelled to its full length. At thirteen inches there was no doubt that his dick was super.
How had Jon gotten here? All he wanted was to feel like he belonged who cares if a little power boost was used? Now his dad was trying to bury his dick down his throat. Not able to get more than five inches in, he begged his dad to stop with his eyes. He must have understood because he removed his hands from Jon's head. Jon continued working on what he could. He ran his tongue along the underside of his dad's salty cocky. He realized that maybe he could use his hands on the rest he couldn't fit into his mouth.
Clark could tell what Jon was doing. Jon worked his hands up and down Clark's length while he gained a little more control over the gagging he was starting to get into a rhythm. "If you keep this up you may get my load sooner than I thought." Rather than forcing more down, Clark rested his hand on Jon's head, running his fingers through his hair. "Maybe I can make you a good cocksucker after all."
Jon looked into his father's eyes. Wanting this to be over sooner he tried to take more into his mouth. Tears and snot were streaming down his face and in his father's eyes, he could tell he was getting off to this. Jon hated every second of this, which turned his dad on more than anything. He could use that to his advantage. Jon put one of his hands on his dad's leg and tried to push himself off.
Clark laughed. "Oh no, you don't. You aren't going anywhere." Clark held Jon by his hair and moved him up and down his dick. Jon continued to try and push away but wasn't any match for his dad's super strength. "Keep trying. I'll cum soon. Put your other hand on my ass.
Jon obeyed and put his other hand on his dad's ass. It was hairy and he felt compelled to squeeze it. That must of worked for his dad because he began to grunt. But for Jon, it only got worse. Now his dad was holding his head again and moving his hips. Face fucking into him more and more of his dad's huge dick was being forced down. Jon knew all he could do was gag and hope it would be over soon.
Getting close to blowing his load he forgot he was supposed to go easy on him and began to ram his dick down Jon's tight throat. The warm wetness of Jon's throat was just too much and with one final thrust, he had his entire dick down cumming into Jon. Rope after rope fired right down leaving Jon struggling to breathe. Clark just held him, legs shaking from the orgasm.
While choking Jon tried to move his dad. He couldn't breathe and was afraid his dad was going to kill him. The only thing he could think of while he struggled was that he at least couldn't taste his dad's cum. His vision was starting to blur when his dad removed his dick from him. Jon gasped for air. Afraid that there would be more. "Please no more. I can't take anything else."
"I'm done for now. But this won't be it. I have a lot more for you to do if you're going to prove yourself." Clark looked down at his son and smirked. "You should take care of that." With that Clark turned around and left.
Looking down Jon realized that he was hard. He hated what he had done so why was he hard? And better yet why was the thought of what he had done making his dick throb harder than it ever had. Jon cried as he unzipped his pants and jerked to the thought of his father face fucking him.