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Joker’s Circus: Green Arrow: Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Green Arrow coughed and sputtered in the darkness as the water that almost drowned him washed him away underground. Guilt racked his mind as he realized that in his desperation to live, he betrayed one of his closest allies. The knowledge that Dick Grayson is Nightwing would not only affect the unsuspecting hero, but Batman as well. It was common knowledge that Bruce Wayne adopted Dick when his parents died. The thought of Joker being armed with that knowledge scared Green Arrow half to death.

Despite his need to warn Dick before it was too late, Green Arrow knew that he needed to get out of this situation first. He had no bow, no arrows, and no costume. Blindly feeling his way in the darkness, the hero was desperate to find anything that could help him escape from the clown’s dastardly trap.

The blond hunk gasped as he felt something cold and hard grab his wrists. He tried to wrest free, but he felt himself being picked up in the air. The hero cried out as he felt himself being stuffed into a small box. He could feel the six walls touching him leaving him with no room to maneuver. Only his throbbing cock felt the freedom of movement. No matter how much he tried, the hero was not able to get his cock to soften one little bit. He had no idea why his body would betray him like this and it scared him.

“Is this the end of Arrow Boy?” Joker’s voice suddenly boomed loudly startling the distressed hero. “We have more surprises for him, just you wait.”

Music started to play as the box that Green Arrow was stuffed in began to lift. He gripped the sides of the walls in completely darkness trying to maintain his balance. The music seemed to eerily familiar as the hero tried to find a way out of this confined space. As the music grew louder, the hero felt his cock hardening even more. His rod was so tight that it felt a little painful almost as if the skin was going to peel like a banana.

As the music reached its crescendo, Green Arrow finally figured out what it was, but it was too late. The lid of the box threw itself open as the hero was sprung out just as Joker screamed, “Pop goes the Weasel.”

The light was blinding to him and as his eyes adjusted laughter filled his ears. The mighty Green Arrow was naked with the exception of his clown hat and cuffs with a throbbing erection that bounced happily as his precum flew in every direction. The criminals all took out their phones taking pictures of his humiliation. Even if he were to escape, there would not be any way for his reputation to recover from this. Green Arrow knew that he would be the laughing stock of the world and these photos would instantly go viral. No criminal would ever take him seriously again. He was finished.

“For our final event of the evening,” Joker announced as he propped his arm on the side of the giant jack in the box that the hero was sprung from. “We have a special treat in store. Arrow Boy will get a chance to win back his freedom in a wrestling match! If our little hero defeats his next opponent, he will walk away free as a canary, but if he loses, he will agree to stay and work for Joker’s circus!”

The crowd oohed and awed from the announcement. Despite being dazed and horny as hell, Green Arrow shook his head. “There is no way that I will ever agree to that, Joker!” He yelled at the top of his lungs.

Joker leaped up on the top of the jack in the box and pressed his gloved hand against the bottom of the hero’s ballsack. “I think you will agree to these terms, boy.” He snarled in a serious tone. His everlasting smile only made his threat seem even more serious.

Green Arrow gasped not only because another man was touching his balls, but also because he could feel the clown’s joy buzzer resting against them. At the Joker’s whim, 10,000 volts would arc into his balls completely frying them.

“What’s it to be Arrow boy?” The Clown demanded. “Will you fight for your freedom and agree to be my slave if you lose? Or will I turn on the juice and dine on fried testicles for dinner tonight?”

A drop of sweat rolled down the hero’s cheek as he realized what little choice he had. He was the only one who knew that the Joker had learned Nightwing’s real identity. Desperation to right his wrong was the cause for him to slowly nod his head as his fate was sealed.   

“It looks like we have a show!” Joker screamed as he slapped Green Arrow’s bare ass.

The bonds that kept him attached to the jack in the box fell away and he tumbled down to the ground crying out in pain as he landed right on his stomach. Normally he would have been able to tuck and roll, but there was little energy left. Tonight had been a nightmare of physical and sexual endurance and even he had his limits. Green Arrow knew that if Bane was his opponent there was no hope to win. Hell even a common Joker thug could easily overpower him.

The clown thugs leaped to action as they quickly constructed a wrestling ring in the arena. Green Arrow limped over to one side of the ring as Joker emerged wearing a referee shirt. “Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and psychopaths tonight our champion is Green Arrow, the boy with the throbbing erection!”

The hero blushed furiously as he covered his arousal as best he could with his hands. No matter how hard he tried, there was no way in bringing his love tool down. Even the mocking cat calls and insults hurled at him did little to help. If anything he felt even more aroused by the humiliation.

“Our challenger tonight is a fan favorite of mine.” Joker continued as he moved on. “Coming all the way from The Land of Oz, we have the Mayor of Munchkinland!”

Green Arrow could not believe his eyes as a midget wearing what looked like the exact costume that the mayor wore in the Wizard of Oz movie rushed over to the wrestling ring. He was supposed to fight him? The man barely reached his waist. What kind of joke was this? A ray of hope started to form as the hero realized that his chances of winning might be better than he thought.

The Mayor bowed dramatically as the criminals all laughed and cheered. The Joker giggled as he took out his gun and fired at the bell near the ring. The fight was on and Green Arrow was ready to end this quickly. He lunged towards the tiny man before he even had a chance to turn around. The hero’s eyes grew wide as the Mayor moved with lightning speed and slid between his legs. Reaching up he grabbed onto Green Arrow’s hard cock and pulled on it.

Bellowing in pain, the hero fell flat on his face. His opponent rolled on Green Arrow’s back pulling his leg up twisting it in an unnatural way. Pain exploded everywhere as the hero tried to escape the hold, but the Mayor’s grip would not budge. He pounded his fists on the floor as tears formed in his eyes. The laughter didn’t help as the crowd jeered and hurled insults at him. A mighty hero like Green Arrow and he was being beating down by a midget.

A quivering sigh escaped his lips as his leg was finally released. Green Arrow didn’t have time to react as the Mayor leaped to his feet grabbing the hero by his blond locks. Dancing around like the fool he was dressed as, the midget led him in a merry dance as he tried to crawl on his hands and knees to avoid his hair being ripped out by the roots.

Before he knew it, Green Arrow was lifted up in the air and thrown against the ropes of the ring. The Mayor moved with lightning precision as he manipulated the ropes to form a noose around the hero’s neck. His face burned with humiliation as the same was done to his erection. The hero’s muscular arms flailed around helplessly behind him making it impossible for him to escape.

The Mayor laughed as he took a large paddle that Joker had provided. The crowd was screaming with glee as he danced around the helpless hero. Swinging the paddle like a baseball bat, he swished it in the air even as Green Arrow gulped with fear.

As the paddle smashed against his exposed cheeks, the hero bellowed in pain. “One!” The crowd screamed as the criminals started to keep count. The Mayor was without mercy as he kept slamming the paddle against Green Arrow’s battered ass.

“Thirty-three! Thirty-four!” The crowd chanted.

The pain was too much for even him to handle. After trying to hold back the tears for so long, the flood gates opened and the once mighty hero began to bawl like a baby. What was worse is that his cock was hard as steel the entire time. Each smack cause his dick to rub against the ropes and the rough material began to masterbate him.

“Fifty-six! Fifty-seven!”

The combination of the pain and pleasure was like a drug that was quickly addictive. His cock was red and raw almost as much as his ass was. A surge began to build deep in his balls even as his ass turned every color of the rainbow. The crowd actually turned silent when Green Arrow began to scream on top of his lungs. His trapped cock began to spew out a load of jizz that even shocked The Joker. Despite his powerful orgasm, The Mayor did not stop the paddling. Each smack caused another rope of cum to exploded at a farther distance. The shock silence didn’t last long as the criminals took up their count again.

“Ninety-eight! Ninety-nine! One Hundred!”

With that, the midget finally stopped his assault on the helpless hero. He had cum two more times during the process and the floor in front of him was splattered with his fallen seed. Yet his cock remained as hard as steel without softening even a little bit. The ropes were releases and Green Arrow stumbled back and fell on his black and purple ass causing him to scream out in agony.

“It’s time to end this!” The Joker ordered with his wild grin.

The Mayor leaped on the helpless hero and rolled him on his stomach. Effortlessly pinning the physically, sexually, and mentally exhausted hero, Joker counted Green Arrow out and declared him the loser.

The hero felt something surge in his head from the circuitry of Mad Hatter’s clown hat. All resistance was destroyed as Green Arrow’s mind was permanently programed to obey The Joker. What made it worse was that he would always hate and despise the diseased maniac. The hero would be forced to live in hell as he obeyed his new master, but hating every second of it.

Even as his mind screamed to resist, Green Arrow stumbled on his hands and knees and began to kiss the wing tipped shoes of his master. Joker patted his blond head with an evil smile as he turned to address the crowd. “That’s it for Joker’s circus tonight. Come back tomorrow for a new show. A little bird is on his way and I promise that it will be a show to remember!”

Joker’s Circus: Green Arrow: Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Once Green Arrow was bandaged from his harrowing experience with the knife throwing, the naked hero was escorted back to Joker’s office. As soon as he saw the chalk white skin and hideous red grin, his cock came to life and within seconds he was completely hard. “Oh Mr. J,” He cooed as the hero dropped to his knees and started kissed the villain’s winged tipped boots.

“Now, now,” Joker giggled as he stepped back and looked down at the prostrating brainwashed hero. “You did alright with the knife throwing, but we need to continue your training if you are going to be worthy enough to perform in my circus.”

The clown left the office with Green Arrow trailing behind like a puppy dog. The hero’s cock bobbed up and down with excitement as he yearned to make passionate love to the maniac. They walked back to the main tent where it was filled with Joker’s thugs. Instead of practicing knife throwing, this time they were juggling plate. “Alright boys, it’s time to train Arrow Boy for the next event.”

Green Arrow felt a bit nervous as he was wanted several plates. “I’ve never juggled anything before let alone plate.”

Joker slapped the hero’s naked ass as he laughed. “It’s nothing to it, my boy. If these idiots can do it, anyone can.”

One of the thugs fumbled the plates and they all came crashing down on him. The villain raised an eyebrow as his green eyes took a dangerous glint. He pulled out his gun and promptly shot his man in the head not even paying attention as his dead body hit the floor.

“Like I said there is nothing to it.” Joker giggled as he handed a set of plates to the nervous hero.

Green Arrow lifted the plates up with the thin reeds and tried his best to balance them while spinning at the same time. He was surprised when he was able to do it quite easily. It was as if there were some kind of hidden training deep in his mind and body that he had no idea about. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that even Joker was impressed with him.

“Very good, Arrow Boy,” Joker clapped his hands with enthusiasm. “Let’s grease the wheels, now.”

What was he talking about? Green Arrow thought. He was concentrating so hard on keep the plates spinning in the air that he didn’t notice the villain taking out a whip behind his back. A sharp slap to his ass with the deadly weapon and the hero dropped all the plates as he howled in pain. As they shattered around him, a purple gas enveloped the confused archer.

What’s going on? He thought as his body seemed to come alive. It was as if every cell in his body was suddenly filled with pleasure. Without even thinking, he began to jerk himself off as the need to cum overwhelmed the emerald archer.

“Tsk, tsk,” Joker said as he shook his finger. “It looks like you failed at this task as well. I’m afraid that there is just no room for you here at my circus.”

“NO!” Green Arrow cried out as his cock exploded in cum. As his seed shot out, he dove to the floor and crawled to the laughing clown. “Please give me another chance! I promise that I will do better.”

The clown stepped back with disgust as cum stained were now on this purple striped pants. Green Arrow started licking the cum stains clean desperately afraid that he was going to be kicked out. This was his dream to be a part of Joker’s circus and he would do anything to be here.

“You can’t throw knives.” Joker sighed dramatically. “You can’t be a good target. You failed at plate spinning. Yet I can tell that you are really tying. You know what, kid, I’ll do it. I’ll give you another chance.”

“Oh thank you, thank you!” The hero sighed with relief. His spent cock once again came to life even as it dripped with the vestiges of his seed.

With a snap of his fingers, Mad Hatter hurried into the tent. The little man smiled as he took out a clown hat and placed it on Green Arrow’s head. Tall and a mix of green and purple, it fit perfectly on the hero. Matching cuffs for his wrists and ankles were placed on him as well as a ruffled collar around his neck.

While he was being dressed, the rest of Joker’s thugs went to work. They cleared everything out of the main tent and started to set up an obstacle course. Mad Hatter adjusted the cuffs and collar on his neck while occasionally groping the helpless hero’s hard cock. When the madman was finished, Green Arrow looked like a slutty almost naked clown.

Joker grabbed the hero by this thick throbbing cock and used it as a leash as he led him to the center of the tent. There was a clear circular wall that was over nine feet high. Next to the wall was a ladder and the clown slapped Green Arrow’s ass. “Up you go, little man.”

As Green Arrow climbed up the ladder, he began to feel strange. Memories of his former self started to come back to him. When he got to the top, the hero was shaking his head in confusion. “What the?” He muttered as his mind cleared for the first time since he was captured.

Before he could react, the laughing villain smacked his ass so hard that he tumbled off the ladder and fell inside the center of the clear circular wall. Green Arrow leaped to his feet and rushed towards the wall. He slammed his fists against it and winced in pain. It felt like it was made of titanium. A crane moved forward and a ceiling made of the same material was placed on top of the round prison.

Green Arrow glared at the laughing Joker as he covered up his erection with his hands. He couldn’t believe that the clown managed to manipulate his mind like that. “Let me out of here right now!” He demanded.

“The fun is just beginning, Arrow Boy!”

A loud whooshing sound sounded as the prison began to fill with water. Green Arrow pounded on the clear walls as hard as he could to try and break free. The only thing he had on him were the sick costume that Mad Hatter had put on him. The water was quickly filling up and in seconds, it was at his waist. Was the Joker really going to drown him like this?

Looking around, Green Arrow noticed a key pad near the top of the cage. If he could get to that, he might have a chance to escape this trap. Unfortunately there was nothing he could use to climb that high. All he could do was wait for the water to rise high enough for him to swim up to the pad.

While he waited, the hero noticed that people were entering the tent. The hero blushed when he realized that these weren’t Joker’s men. He recognized criminals high and low going to the seats and watching him like he was some kind of side show. What made it worse was that his cock was still hard as steel. When the water rose past the point where he could stand on the ground, Green Arrow was forced to move his hands that covered his humiliating erection so that he could tread water. He could see the audience pointing and laughing as his face turned beet red.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Joker announced with his dramatic flair. “Boys and psychopaths! Welcome to the first of many shows at Joker’s Circus! Tonight we have a special treat for you all. Watch as Green Arrow, the Amazing Arrow Boy tried to overcome my special obstacle course. Will he defy the odds and save the day or will our little hero get snuffed out instead? This is the GREATEST show on Earth.”

Even behind the clear barriers, Green Arrow could hear the criminals snickering and laughing. The water was halfway up the clear prison and all he could do was tread water like a fish as his throbbing cock bobbed up and down in the water. Even now he was fighting the urge to jerk himself off in front of all these people. He never felt so horny in his entire life.

When the water finally took him high enough where he could reach the key panel, Green Arrow tried to punch in random numbers in hope that he could escape. A bright green light flickered on as the hero desperately tried to figure out the code. He didn’t have much time before the water would reach the top and then he would drown to his death.

“What is the secret identity of Nightwing?” A voice asked through the speaker on the panel. “Answer truthfully and the water will drain.”

This is insane! Green Arrow thought wildly. His head was pressed against the top of the prison and there was nowhere left for him to go. He couldn’t die like this, but at the same time he couldn’t reveal a fellow hero’s secrets. Taking a deep breath, he prepared to bluff his way through. After all there was no way that Joker knew the young heroes secret identity.

“Steven Blake,” He answered trying to make his lie sound believable.

“That is not the correct answer,” The computer said back. “What is the secret identity of Nightwing?”

The water was at his chin and Green Arrow knew that he had run out of time. He felt a shiver of fear run down his spine as his cock spewed precum under the water. With only seconds to live, the hero felt himself lose control. His body spasmed as his cum shot through the water. At the height of his orgasmic wave and the water spilling into his mouth, Green Arrow said the words that he would regret forever.

“Dick Grayson!” He whispered in defeat.

“Thank you,” A computerized version of Joker’s voice laughed in the panel.

Green Arrow cried out as his still came and came. A trap door on the floor opened up and a whirlpool formed. Like a turd being flushed down the toilet, the hero spun in the draining water until he disappeared into the darkness below.

Joker’s Circus: Green Arrow: Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Green Arrow opened his eyes and gasped as he looked around in confusion. He was sitting in a chair with a table right in front of him. The walls of the room was decorated with circus posters, most of the featuring the most famous clown in the world, The Joker.

He stared at awe at the clown’s ruby smile and felt his cock start to stir. He was a little confused how he got here. The last thing he remembered was passing out in his bed after being punished from his father. As a full erection came to life in his pants, the hero felt something pinch around his pulsating shaft. Looking down, he opened his pants and stared at the titanium ring that encircled his cock and balls. What was this?

A knock at the door, and Green Arrow immediately sat down and pulled up his pants. He slid the chair under the table to hide the fact that he had an embaressing boner. The last thing he needed was to blow his one chance to study under the great Joker. His breath caught in his throat when his idol walked into the room. The Joker was even more magnificent than he could possibly imagine. He almost came in his pants as he admired the chalk white skin, the beautiful green hair and eyes, and the smile that seemed to be sent straight from heaven. His heart felt like it was going to burst from his chest.

Joker seemed to be giggling softly from a joke that only he knew. Behind him was a hulking giant of a man with bulging muscles everywhere. Unlike the clown, there was no smile on his face. Just a glare and a frown that send shivers of fear down Green Arrow’s spine. It felt like he had met this brute before, but how could he ever forget an encounter like that.

Taking a seat across the table, the clown grinned as he stared at the nervous Green Arrow. “So, you want to join Joker’s circus?” He said with a laugh.

The hero blushed furiously as he shifted uncomfortably. His erection wasn’t letting up any time and being so close to his idol brought him closer to creaming his pants.  “Yes, sir.” He said breathlessly. His dream was so close to coming true.

“I don’t think you have what it takes,” Joker laughed as he stood up. “Sorry, kid. Better luck next time.”

Green Arrow burst into tears as he leaped from his chair and clung to the clowns legs. “Please just give me a chance,” He wept while kissing the wing tipped shoes of his idol. “It’s been my dream to study under you, sir. I’ll do anything you tell me to do, just don’t send me away.”

The muscular brute growled as he picked up Green Arrow with one hand and slammed him to the wall. The hero shivered with fear as he stared into those hateful eyes. “He said no,” The muscular giant growled.

Joker held up his hand and the hero tumbled to the floor. “I might have time to train a minnow like you,” He mused as he tapped his lips. A light of hope began to form. “Now you said you would do anything?”

Green Arrow crawled on the floor to kiss the clown’s shoes. “Yes, sir. Anything! Just don’t send me away.”

The villain grinned as he winked towards his giant counterpart. “Well stand up and let me see what I am working with.”

Scrambling to his feet, the hero stood at attention trying to look as impressive as he could. His tights were tented with his arousal, but he didn’t care. He finally was going to have his shot to join Joker’s circus. It was a dream come true for him.

Joker fingers the steel lined fabric of his costume. “Interesting type of weave, but hardly acceptable for the circus, dear boy. Take these rags off. If you are going to be my protege, we are going to have to create a whole new look for you.”

Green Arrow wanted to shout for joy as he ripped off his clothes. What had once been his heroic uniform as now discarded as trash. Seconds later, he was naked and his cock saluted the man that he admired with his heart and soul. The titanium ring around his cock and balls glittered in the light.

The clown slowly circled the happy hero inspected his body. “Quite impressive, don’t you think Bane?”

The brute shook his head with disgust. “His body is pathetic!” He spat.

The hero felt a whirlwind of emotions as the two men inspected him like a piece of meat. His ass was pinched and slapped, his nipples tweaked, even his throbbing cock was flicked like some kind of toy. Every touch of the clown brought a wave of pleasure to the excited hero. He yearned to kiss Joker passionately and proclaim his everlasting love and devotion to him.

“I guess you will do,” Joker said reluctantly.

“Oh, Mr. Joker, you won’t regret this!” Green Arrow gushed as he flung his arms around the startled clown hugging him tight. His body convulsed as he felt the searing heat of this powerful and handsome man. As his cock pressed against his purple suit, it suddenly came everywhere. A wave of pleasure overwhelmed him as the hero fell on his knees. Looking up, Green Arrow paled as he realized that he had jizzed all over Joker’s suit.

“Now look at the mess that you made,” Joker exclaimed as he looked down at the globs of cum.

“I’m so sorry,” Green Arrow moaned. “Let me clean it up.”

Without a second thought, he started to use his tongue clean up his own seed. Even though he never tasted cum before, the hero didn’t stop until every drop was digested. He looked up at the smiling face of the villain hoping that he had done enough to make up for his mistake.

“Oh, I am going to like having you around,” Joker cooed as he ruffled the hero’s hair.

Green Arrow felt a rush of joy as his cock rose up to full hardness again. Joker was so perfect and wonderful. His admiration was quickly transcending to love. He wanted to spend every waking moment in his presence.

“Come along, dear boy.” The clown commanded as he walked to the door. Turning his head, he looked at the hero who followed like a happy puppy. “What did you say your name was again?”

“Ollie. Oliver Queen.” Green Arrowed answered without a second thought. Deep in his mind, he felt like he had just made a huge mistake, but it was quickly buried under the love he felt for his brand new mentor.

Outside the office, Joker and Bane led Ollie outside and back inside of the largest tent in the center of the circus. A dozen men wearing clown masks were practicing throwing knives at round wooden targets. Ollie watched in awe as the men practiced their crafts.

“Boys, meet our newest recruit. This is Ollie and he is here to train to be part of our act.”

The men grunted and glared just as hotly as Bane did at the naked excited young man. Ollie didn’t care, he only had eyes for the Joker. It was his approval and affection that mattered. “Are you going to teach me to throw knives like they are, sir?”

Joker giggled as he threw his arm around the hero’s shoulders reaching down to softly pinch his exposed nipple. “Call me Mr. J, son.” He instructed winking roguishly.

Ollie blushed furiously as his erect cock bobbed and dripped with excitement. “Alright, Mr. J.” Just saying the name brought a rush of pleasure shooting through his body. “Are you going to teach me to throw knives?”

“Not quite yet, son. You need to start at the bottom before we can give you some advance training.”

With a snap of his fingers, two of the men in clown masks rushed forward and grabbed Ollie by his arms. “Hey! What’s going on?” He exclaimed as they pinned him to one of the larger wooden targets and tied his wrists to either end.

“Unfortunately for you,” Joker continued as the hero blinked in confusion at his bondage. “That means you start as a target.”

Ollie gasped as he saw the men line up wielding their knives. “What? Isn’t that dangerous? I can’t do this!”

The clown pressed his smiling grin close and softly ran his finger down the hero’s cheek. “Didn’t you say that you would do anything?” He cooed softly.

One look into those beautifully insane green eyes and Ollie found himself agreeing. Handing off the wooden target, he watched helplessly as the men prepared to use him as a target.

“Now boy, trying not to kill the new kid. He had a bright future with Joker’s circus after all.” The villain instructed.

Bane smirked as he folded his massive arms and watched. Ollie’s eyes grew wide as the first masked man stepped forward with his knife. A bead of sweat rolled down his face as he felt so exposed without any clothes to hide his nakedness. Yet his cock was still throbbing with desire.

The knife flew through the air and embedded itself right into Ollie’s thigh. A scream of pain erupted from his lips as blood formed around the steel and flowed down his leg. A couple of more inches and the knife would have landed on his cock.

“Ohhhh, nice try, but the goal is not to hit our little man,” Joker laughed.

His breath became ragged as Joker walked over and savagely pulled the knife from his leg. The blood gushed out as Ollie hung weakly in his bondage. The pain was intense but as he looked at the beautiful face of the man he loved, he knew that he could forgive him anything.

Joker stabbed the knife into the wooden panel of the target narrowly missing his armpit. In fact a couple of his hairs got stabbed from the blood drenched blade. “Try to aim for here.”

Ollie yelped as the next knife flew towards him and thudded right next to his face. His eyes rolled to the side staring at the steel that could have easily sliced him open like a rotten apple. The men took turns throwing knives at him with Joker shouting out instructions. Some of the knives found their mark, but more than a dozen ended up hitting him. Some only nicked him while others were like the first and tore into him.

The pain was so intense but the hero always found strength by looking at his love, The Joker, Mr. J. His cock was erect the entire time giving him a mix of pain and pleasure that he was growing to enjoy. There was no way to tell how much blood that he had lost, but his head felt dizzy and lightheaded.

FInally The Joker stepped forward weiling his knife. “Alright boys, watch in amazement as I give you the money shot. This shot will bring the crowd to it’s feet.”

Licking his lips nervously, Ollie tried not to move. There were so many knives embedded into the wood, that a single shiver could cause him to be cut further by some of the close ones. He watched Joker’s knife fly from his hands as he cried out in fear. The knife seemed to be going straight for his erection. As the knife thudded into the wood, the hero looked down and saw the hilt of the knife quivering from the impact. The blade resting right against his testicles. With a besttal cry, Ollie started to cum all over himself as his seed exploded everywhere. His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the same time as his body hung helplessly on the target. The knife that only missed his balls by so little was dripping with Ollie’s cum.

The Minotaur: Chapter 2

Chapter 2

A knock at the door brought Connor out of his sleep. It has been three days since his humiliating by The Minotaur. Not wanting to deal with his public shame, he fled back to Smallville and locked himself in his bedroom.

“Go away!” He shouted as the knock on the door repeated. The young man made it quite clear that he wanted to be left alone. Ma Kent didn’t press the issue and left plates of food at the door for when he got hungry.

The knock ceased and Connor sighed as he fell back into his pillow. Closing his eyes, he started to replay the events of his fight against The Minotaur. The young hero could feel his cock quickly hardening as his body once again betrayed him. Despite being revolted by his body’s reaction, Connor just couldn’t help himself. The feeling of helplessness as the massive monster dominated him sent waves of pleasure through his body.

“NO!” Connor half shouted as he forced his hand off his cock. He would not give into to these primal urges. His pulsing cock protested as the young man clenched his blanket. A cold sweat broke out on his skin as he tried to deny the need to cum.

This vicious cycle had plagued him since he fled back home. Connor was even afraid to sleep since his dreams all centered around The Minotaur. To make it worse, he always woke up to find himself in a puddle of cum. All of his thoughts, all of his needs, and the only thing that he desired was to be fucked by the mighty monster that conquered him. Sometimes it seemed like it was a battle that he was doomed to lose.

“Are you okay, Connor?” A concerned voice said from his window.

The young hero leaped from his bed and gasped at the intrusion. Robin stood there in his room melded with the shadows. “What are you doing here?” He croaked. “I want to be left alone.”

The Boy Wonder shook his head. “Sorry, but that’s not going to happen. The Titans are worried about you. I’m worried about you.” His normal grim face softened with concern. “I know what happened had to be tough, but hiding isn’t going to solve anything. The world still needs you, Superboy.”

Connor snarled as he grabbed his blanket to cover his tented briefs. “What do you know about it? I’m sick of everyone trying to tell me they understand when they don’t! Just go away!”

Robin raised an eyebrow at the shouts from his best friend. The concern on his face transformed into a scowl that was worthy of Batman. “I’m not going to stand here and let you feel sorry for yourself.” He said forcibly. “I need your help on a case and I’m not leaving here until you agree to come with me.”

The distressed hero was about to use his tactile telekinesis to throw Robin out his bedroom window, but he stopped. He looked at the Boy Wonder in a new light. Batman’s partner was so commanding and dominating that it sent a shiver down his spine. Confusion flooded his mind as his hard cock was wet with his precum. No, he thought wildly. He can’t find his best friend attractive like this. He just couldn’t. With a wail, he flung his hand out and everything in the bedroom lifted up in the air and slammed back down to the floor.

Robin did not look happy being flung like a ragdoll. He leaped over the bed and slammed Connor into the wall. The young hero felt his strength melt away as the red bulge of the Boy Wonder brushed against his own tented briefs.

“That is ENOUGH!” Robin commanded. “We both knew going in that being a hero wasn’t easy. Now you can shrug off what happened in Metropolis and work with us to figure out how to defeat The Minotaur or you can be a little bitch and hide in your bedroom with your teddy bear and your blanky! Now grab your costume and let’s go. I don’t have time with this childishness.”

Connor was shocked on how aggressive his friend was being. Without even thinking about it, he submitted. “Alright, just give me a minute to shower.”

Robin shook his head. “We don’t have time for that. Grab your costume and let’s go.”

Again there was no fight in Connor as he put his Superboy costume on. It felt strange wearing his black t-shirt and jeans after hiding in his bed for days. Yet every time he opened his mouth to object, a quick look of Robin’s handsome serious face made him shut it again. Soon he was dressed and flying through the cool night air back to Metropolis.

They didn’t talk during the journey which gave Superboy time to think. He rationed out that the reason that he gave into Robin so easily was that because his friend was right. It was damn right cowardly to hide after his humiliating defeat. He needed to man up and prepare to confront The Minotaur once again. Yet just thinking about the hulking monster made his knees weak with desire.

Superboy landed on the balcony of The Titan’s Tower. Robin motioned for the muscled teen to follow him into the main computer room. “With The Justice League away on a mission across the galaxy, there has been rumblings in the underworld. Toyman has resurfaced and has formed a small gang. I have it under good authority that he plans to break into a hidden Lexcorp laboratory. I need you to stop Toyman and prevent the robbery.”

The Teen of Steel nodded in agreement. Although Toyman seemed like an idiot at first glance, the evil genius’ inventions were enough to even give Superman trouble. Grabbing a small ear communication device and the directions to the lab, Superboy flew in the air to stop the plotting villain.

When he got there, it looked like no one was even there. “Are you sure this is the right place, Robin?” He asked in confusion.

“Positive,” His friend replied. “Luthor designed this place to look abandoned to keep the location secret. There should be an entrance on the roof. I already hacked into Lexcorp’s main computer drive and got the code that should allow you to get inside.”

“Why not just smash in through the wall?” Superboy asked impatiently.

He could hear Robin sighing with irritation through the mic. “I’m not sure what the lab is researching and what caught Toyman’s interest.”

Superboy landed on the roof and quickly punched in the access code. It might have been his imagination, but Robin seemed more aggressive than usual. It was nothing to really worry about since this mission was exactly what he needed to get his mind and body from obsessing over The Minotaur.     

Inside looked completely opposite of the decaying outside. It looked something from a science fiction story. The lights turned on automatically as he went down the white metallic stair. He could hear noise coming from a couple floors down and without thinking he flew down and kicked open the door.

“What the fuck?” Robin hissed. “Didn’t I tell you to use discretion?”

Superboy was so shocked to hear his friend swear, he almost cowered. “I’m sorry,” He whined rather pathetically.

“What’s this?” Toyman exclaimed as he and his four bodyguards turned to face the hero. “It’s looks like we have baby Superman in the house. Boys, show him how it is not nice to show up to a party unannounced!”

Putting Robin’s displeasure from his mind, The Teen of Steel clenched his fights and was ready to make quick work of these thugs. Before he could throw a punch, he noticed how big and muscular they were. The shortest was a couple inches taller than him and all the men wore tight black tank tops and tight black jeans.

Without thinking about it, Superboy licked his lips with desire. His eyes wandered down to the nearest thug crotch as he suddenly wished that he had x-ray vision like Superman. His preoccupation was so intense that he didn’t even see the lead pipe crashing down on his back.

The hero grunted as he fell down to his hands and knees. The men surrounded him towering over him and it brought a chill of pleasure down his spine. The crotch of his jeans tightened with excitement.

“What’s wrong, Superbaby?” Toyman taunted gleefully. “No fight in you?”

A groan escaped from Superboy’s lips from being called ‘Superbaby’. He now sported a very painful erection. The thugs picked him up by his armpits dragging the hero to his feet. Whoops of laughter erupted as his tented crotch was now for all to see.

“Look, boss!” One of the thugs exclaimed. “It looks like Superbaby just got his first boner!”

Toyman giggled as he reached forward and suddenly grabbed the hero’s erect cock through his jeans. Superboy moaned like a slut in heat as all his strength transfered to make his dick rock hard. The button on his jeans suddenly popped off flying across the lab as the force of his cock pushed down the zipper showing off his tented white briefs.

“Entertain our little guest, while I go get the goods!” Toyman ordered.

“Wait!” Superboy called out weakly.

The thug holding him by his pits pushed him forward and the teen stumbled forward as his jeans fell lower down his thighs. He was caught by one of the other thugs who grabbed him by his crotch. Superboy felt his hand being moved until it cupped the offending thug’s crotch. His eyes widened in both shock and lust as the heat of the older man actually made him feel dizzy.

“I know what you need, Superbaby.” He cooed softly.

“Noooooo,” The Teen of Steel whined as he struggled to win back control. Yet his rising lust easily pushed his awareness aside as a wet spot formed near the top of his exposed briefs.

The thug laughed as he easily overpowered the hero back down to his knees. Grabbing the raven locks of his victim, Superboy could only moan as his face was shoved into the criminal’s growing crotch.

The musky manly smell was enough to squash the last resistance that Superboy had. His mouth opened slightly as he breathed as deeply as he could. Oh god, he needed to suck that cock!

“Superboy?” Robin said into the earpiece. “Connor? Are you alright? I’m hacking into the security system so that I can see what’s going on. Try to hold them off until I can get Kid Flash on the scene.”

Superboy ignored his friend as the thug’s taunted and insults turned him on even more. Forced to crawl around on his hands and knees, he pressed his face into each of their crotches as his need for cock grew stronger and stronger. It didn’t matter that he could easily take each of these lowlife criminals out. He wanted to be dominated so badly just like The Minotaur did to him. His suppression of these new feelings caused everything that was pent up to burst like a damn. Now all the power in the world would not stop Superboy from submitted.

“Alright, I have hacked into the security system and looking for you right now. If you are alright, just……..” Superboy could hear Robin gasp with disgust. “What the fuck?” He cursed only sending more lust into the helpless teen. “Really? You are going to let these thugs treat you like a little bitch?”

The combination of Robin’s condemnation and the criminal’s taunts and insults sent Superboy into overdrive. With a beastial cry, he ripped open the nearest thug’s pants and started to suck his cock. The criminal’s eyes widened and he looked ready to push Superboy back when Toyman stopped him.

“Let Superbaby get his first taste of cock,” The insane villain ordered. “In fact let him get a taste of all your cocks!”

The other three pulled out their cock and shoved them into Superboy’s face. His eyes glazed over as his tongue worked over time to try and taste all four cocks at once. Toyman laughed as he started to rip Superboy’s costume off leaving their victim naked. A pool of precum forced from the hero’s excitement as he suck cock like his life depended on it.

Despite his inexperience, it was the best blow job that these thugs ever received. It didn’t take long for them to go over the edge spraying the naked teen with their spunk. Although the powerful orgasms should have taken all the sex drive out of the men, it only made them hornier. Their cocks still rock hard and lubed with their own spilled juices, they descended on the moaning hero and started to fuck all his holes.

Superboy was in absolute heaven. He closed his eyes pretending that it was The Minotaur who was fucking him even though the pleasure he felt paled in comparison. His body craved the powerful touch of the monster the conquered him. His asshole was plundered like a pirate’s treasure and he soon lost count how many times the men raping him came. Yet his own teen cock had not experienced release yet. Superboy jerked and jerked, but nothing could send him over the edge. He could feel the pleasure build stronger and stronger as he sucked while being fucked. Yet some kind a damn was stopping him from orgasming.

The Teen of Steel was in a state of delerium when Toyman and his men finally had their fill of sexually abusing the hero. They left Superboy covered in cum his mouth open and tongue out looking for another cock to suck. Tears ran down his face as he begged for them to make him cum. Even after they were long gone, he lay on the floor jerking his dick like there was no tomorrow.

“Superboy!” Robin called out. “Superboy. CONNOR!” The last shout was enough to break through the sexual cloud that turned the mighty teen hero into a submissive whore.

Finally realized what had happened, Superboy looked around in shock. “Tim?” He whispered in horror as he became aware of the security cameras watching him.

“Finally!” The Boy Wonder said with anger. “Get your pansy cum soaked ass back here immediately. We have some things to discuss.”

Superboy felt like he was going to burst in tears. Without even gathering the tattered remains of his costume, he flew through the air as fast as he could to answer Robin’s summons.

The Minotaur: Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Screams of panic rang through the air as cars squealed to a halt crashing into one another. What seemed like a normal day in Metropolis turned into a nightmare of rampage and destruction. Superboy flew through the air at top speed trying to find the source of the chaos. His tight black t-shirt rippled against the muscled mounds of his chest with his ‘S’ shield proudly on display.

The teen hero stopped in shocked when he finally reached the Tomorrow District. A towering muscular figure laughed as he swung his two handed mace against the nearest building. Towering nearly seven feet, this being looked more like a monster than man. The rampaging villain wore a leather chest harness. His muscled pecs looked like they were going to rip right through the thick leather. Each nipple was clearly visible through the leather straps with two thick metal rod piercing them.

Superboy felt a moment of hesitation at the site of this new villain. Normally he was a muscled hunk that was slightly smaller than his mentor, Superman, but compared to this giant he felt like a skinny nerd. What made him feel even more inadequate was the huge bulge that was covered by a flimsy loincloth. Branching out of the loincloth were tree trunk legs that were pure muscle. One leg alone was easily just as thick as the Teen of Steel.

Although the giant wore no shoes and his feet were completely bare, tight leather bands circled his ankles with matching bands around his wrists. At first Superboy thought the villain was human wearing a mask that looked like a minotaur, but then he caught sight of a thick furry tail whipping around behind him. Were his eyes playing games with him? At one glance he looked like a mask human, but a second glance made him think he was dealing with an actual minotaur.

The hero decided he needed to act quickly. The police were already at the scene, but their bullets bounced off the villain’s skin without leaving a mark. Superboy gathered his strength and flew towards the monster’s chest at full speed. Unfortunately the minotaur saw him and cocked his two handed mace like a baseball bat. Going to fast to stop himself, Superboy gasped as the spiked metal slammed right into his chest. Pain exploded through his body as he shot up in the air in the opposite direction. The momentum was too fast for him to regain control.

Superboy finally landed after flying across the entire downtown area of Metropolis. He swung his arms wildly trying to regain control of his flight, but it was too late. The young hero slammed into the water of the bay and like a cannonball he sunk to the bottom. With a surge of strength, he swam like a bullet until his head broke through the surface of the water. Completely soaked, the teen hovered in the air and looked down at his now tightly clinging costume. The ‘S’ shield was completely destroyed leaving his chest bare.

Clenching his fists, the hero took off in the air and raced back to the Tomorrow District. His face burned with anger at the thought of all those people seeing their hero batted around so easily. It was time to redeem himself.

The minotaur laughed as he saw the approaching hero. “Back for more, little boy?” He hefted his mace menacingly as his tail danced behind him. “Bring it on! I could use a bit of light exercise.”

Superboy snarled as he raised his fists. He soared through the air and this time managed to evade the monster’s weapon. Gathering his strength, he slammed his fist against the head of his opponent.

Screaming in pain, the villain swung violently as he tried to fend off the blows of the young hero. The people cheered at the sight of the Teen of Steel putting the monster in his place. Superboy grinned as he turned to wave to the crowd. That was his mistake. The minotaur’s tail circled around his waist and slammed him against the concrete of the road.

Stars exploded in his head as the hero was slammed into the ground over and over again. With a mighty roar, the monster raced down the street. Still tightly entangled in the villain’s tail, Superboy was slammed into the sides of each passing building. He struggled to break free, but with each impact of steel and concrete his concentration was broken.

Lurching to a stop, the minotaur’s tail threw Superboy up in the air where he was slammed back into the spikes of the two handed mace. With a deafening thud, the teen was crushed into the street.

A roar of laughter erupted from the beast as he lifted up his bare feet and pressed it down on the dazed face of the powerful hero. “Is that all you have, little boy?”

Superboy sputtered in outrage from the taunt. The musky smell of the minotaur’s foot overwhelmed him as he felt an electric jolt run through his weakened body. For a second, he felt a little dizzy from the smell.

Grunting with effort, the hero managed to lift the foot off of him and throw the taunting villain right on his back. The teen’s eyes grew wide as the loincloth was lifted up in the impact revealing the monster’s huge cock and balls. Holy shit, he thought. He makes a horse look small!

Staring at the genitals of the muscular villain gave the minotaur the moment he needed. His tail whipped up and wrapped around the young hero’s ankle. Superboy cried out as he was flung into the air again. Why was he having a hard time controlling himself? He thought wildly as he slammed back down to the ground.

Only it wasn’t the hard concrete that he landed on. Superboy felt the hardness of the minotaur’s muscles pressing against his body. The smell was even more intense than before and his head swam with dizziness as he tried to lift himself up.

“Need a hug, little boy?” The villain laughed as he wrapped his thick arms crushing the hero’s body against his own.

Superboy gagged as he felt like he was plunged into a cloud of the musky scent. The electric thrill ran through his body once again, but this time it was much more intense than before. As the current hit his crotch, the teen began to feel a funny tingle that caused his limp cock to lurch with excitement.

NO! He thought with revulsion. With a surge of strength, Superboy knocked the giant’s arms aside and shot through the air. Unfortunately his head was still swimming as the hero staggered and feel back on his face.

“Looks like the little boy can’t stand up to a real man.” The minotaur taunted. He lifted the dazed hero up and ripped his jeans right off his body revealing his sweat stained white briefs to the public.

Superboy sputtered with rage as he struggled to break free of the steel hold of his opponent. The villain brought his mace up and slammed it right into his raised ass. His screams of pain nearly shattered windows as the tattered remains of his underwear floated away in the wind. The hero felt his face turn red as he struggled to keep from bursting into tears. The humiliation of being stripped and spanked burned worse than kryptonite. The only way to turn this around was to beat this monster to the ground.

As the hero struggled to his feet, the minotaur smirked as his eyes drew down to the teen’s exposed genitals. “Am I fighting Superboy, or Supergirl?” He mocked.

The Teen of Steel blushed furiously as he covered himself with one hand. “That’s it!” He raged as he flung himself through the air like a bullet.

The minotaur yawned theatrically as he snatched the rage filled hero right out of the air. “Face it, buttercup!” He taunted. “You’re way out of your league here.”

Superboy struggled with all his might as his head was forced into the hair armpit of the muscular monster. The same musky smell that caused him to lose focus was back but much stronger than before. His arms failed powerlessly as the villain ripped the shirt of his back. Now the hero was completely naked.

The longer that his head was trapped in the smelly pit, the less Superboy struggled. The electric current was overwhelming as his body tingled out of control. Soon he just hung in the mighty grasp of the minotaur and he realized that he was breathing as deeply as he could. There was something about that musk that drove him wild with desire.

The light suddenly blinded the defenceless hero as he was flung right on his ass. The silence would have cut steel as Superboy struggled to regain control over his body. The minotaur laughed as he stepped forward pointing down at the teen’s cock. Looking down, Superboy turned red as he realized that he had a full fledged erection happening.

“It looks like our little boy has a crush on this sexy beast of a man!” He mocked as he pressed his foot against the full length of the hero’s throbbing cock.

Superboy moaned like a whore as the pressure almost made him cum on the spot. The pleasure was so intense that his head swam making impossible for him to fight back. The scary part is that he really didn’t want to fight back. His teen body betrayed him greedily drinking in the pleasure. Even his nose search for more of the delicious musky scent.

Once again, the hero felt the monster’s tail wrap around his naked waist. This time he didn’t even fight it as his face was pressed down against the bare foot of his opponent. That musk smell hit him right in the face, but the reaction was quite different. Like an alcoholic desperate for a drink, Superboy opened his mouth and started to kiss and lick the monster’s foot. He could hear the insults and taunts of the villain as he washed his foot with his tongue, but he didn’t care. There was no thought now only need and the teen needed more of that marvelous scent.

Groaning with disappointment, Superboy was flung back as he crashed into an abandoned car. His body shuddered with withdrawal as the source of the smell was too far away. Climbing off the car, the hero staggered back over to the smirking villain.

The minotaur slapped the young man across the face sending him flying back. Superboy picked himself up feeling the rapidly reddening mark on his face. He didn’t care nor did he even try to fight back. “Please,” He begged pathetically.

Once again he was slapped across the face but this time on the other cheek. “Come on, boy!” The villain taunted. “Is that all you got?”

Superboy cried as he fell on his knees. “I need it badly. Please let me smell your pits again!”

“Louder! I want everyone to hear you!”

“Give me what I need! I need to smell your pits!” The hero bellowed at the top of his lungs. His cock throbbed excitedly at the prospect of getting another hit of the musk scent. He was naked and hard, but didn’t give a damn. All that mattered was getting his fix.

There were not struggles as the minotaur wrapped his large hands around the whimpering hero. Superboy was lifted in the air and brought close to the triumphant villain. That sweet musk scent filled his lungs again as the monster ran his large tongue across his pretty face.

“It looks like I found a new toy to play with,” The monster smirked as he slammed the hero on his back. “You want more, well I’ll give you a hit that you’ll never forget.”

Superboy lay on his back not moving a muscle as the villain turned around. His watery blue eyes widened in shock as the loincloth was lifted revealing the monster’s bare ass. The shocked witnesses expected their hero to move or try to escape, but instead he lay there passively as the pure muscled ass sat right down on the teen’s face.

The musk was the most powerful concentration that he had encountered so far. Superboy felt the searing heat of the monster’s asshole as he breathed as deeply as he could. His body convulsed with pleasure that he never dreamed could exist. Then he crossed a line that he never thought was possible. His mouth opened and his tongue darted out to pierce that puckering hole.

The minotaur roared with pleasure as his masked face lifted up to the sky. “That’s right, little boy. Eat my ass. EAT MY ASS!”

Everyone gasped as they witnessed Metropolis’ favorite teen hero doing perverted and unspeakable acts. What was worse is that the villain’s cock stirred to life and lifted the front half of the loincloth proudly reaching for the sky. It was a porn producer’s wet dream with the length and girth.

When the minotaur finally had enough of getting his ass eaten, he stood to his feet and leered down at the dopey look on Superboy’s face. “Ready to be fucked by a real man, little boy?”

“Oh yes!” Superboy moaned as he crawled to his hands and knees and lifted his ass in the air. “FUCK ME!”

With a mighty roar, the minotaur slammed his huge cock into the virgin ass of our hero. Superboy screamed with pain as he felt his ass being torn apart. The pain quickly turned into pleasure as the massive head pummeled his neglected prostate.  

“Oh yes! YES! Fuck me harder!” Superboy bellowed in lust as his ass moved with the rhythm of his captor.

By this time the media had arrived and were taping every moment of this sick sexual act. Many looked shocked and disbelief, but there were a few trying to hide the lustful looks on their faces and expanded bulges in their pants.

The minotaur roared with pleasure as his beastial sounds echoed across the city. With a mighty thrust of his monster cock he started to fill the tight ass of the conquered hero. Superboy felt a surge in his balls like he never felt before in his life. His own impressive but much smaller cock danced like a drunk man as he started to shoot his loat.

Cum started to spurt and ooze out of his battered ass that was filled to the brim before the orgasm ever started to fade. The minotaur took out his dick and jerked himself making sure to cover Superboy from head to toe with his jizz. He even flipped the still cumming teen on his back so that his pretty face would be covered as well.

Superboy lay there in post orgasmic bliss as the villain bellowed in victory. His face was curved in a dazed look of satisfaction oblivious that he had been completely humiliated before the entire world.

“Next time send a MAN to fight me and not this pathetic wisp of a BOY!” The villain declared as he lifted the cum covered teen over his head. With a mighty thrust he hurled Superboy through the air. “My name is The Minotaur and I am FUCKING king!”

The Hypnotist: Chapter 9

Chapter 9

“It is so good of you to volunteer your time to perform for the inmates,” Warden Stevens said warmly as he escorted the guest deep in Stryker’s Island. “Everyone is really looking forward to the show.”

Xander smiled as he shook his hand. “It is my pleasure.” He said just as warmly. “I am always happy to lend my talents to help rehabilitate these poor souls.”

It was a lie, of course. When the news of Lex Luthor’s murder at the hand of Superman reached him, Xander could not believe his luck. From the moment that he had the hero under his control, the hypnotist had contacted Luthor. The business tycoon of course leaped at the chance of controlling Superman and a deal had been struck. For the sum of five million dollars, Xander would make the indestructible Man of Steel lust after Lex Luthor. What Luthor didn’t know was that he had been hypnotized as well. After all, Lex had a reputation of getting rid of loose ends once he got what he wanted. What Xander did not anticipate was Superman doing the job himself.

It had been simple to arrange this charity show. He was now the most famous hypnotist in the world and hsi shows were in very high demand. Not only would it boost up his personal reputation, but it would give him a chance to tie up his own loose ends. Stryker’s island was built specifically for superpowered villains and once Superman had been arrested, he had been taken here. Not that the stupid fool ever had a chance to be proven innocent. Lois Lane had the exclusive story that Clark Kent was Superman and the media had been obsessing in tracking down any person who might be related or associated with the fallen hero. Oddly enough, the Kents had suddenly vanished before an interview could be set up. Xander didn’t know if who took them, but he suspected that Batman might be trying to protect his fallen teammate.

As Xander was introduced, he came out on the stage and quickly scanned for his prey. There was Superman sitting in his seat in the back of the room. His shoulders slumped in weakness from the green kryptonite collar. The fool thought that all the kryptonite in the world had been destroyed, but the government had been hording it for years. Fearful of the day that Superman might turn on them, there were secret plans to keep the alien subdued should that day come. It wasn’t enough to kill him, but his skin did have a slight green tinge from the exposure. Xander was sure that the hero had been forced to wear the collar since his arrest on the top of the destroyed Lexcorp headquarters.

Their eyes briefly met and Xander knew the idiot had no clue that it was he who had done what no one else was able. The once mighty hero look awful in his prison jumpsuit. Much different from his red and blue costume that the people of earth once loved. His eyes were sunken and red with grief and it looked like there was no will power left in him. His plan had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams.

“Before I begin my show, I would like a volunteer.” Xander said as the applause quieted. Much to his delight, there was no one brave enough to raise their hands. “Superman, why don’t you come up to the stage.”

The villains burst into applause once again at the thought of their hated enemy being part of the show. The fallen hero had been in solitary confinement since he had been taken here and no one had the chance to play with the man who brought many of them here. Many of them secretly hoped to witness the humiliation and more of of their hated enemy.

Superman shook his head as he tried to refuse. Fear was written all over his face at the thought of being subjected to another one of these shows. It was bad enough as Clark Kent, but to have it all happen again in front of the other prisoners would just be too much.

“Come on, Boy Scout,” Xander said with a smile triggering the words that were the key to the fallen hero’s mind. “Come up on the stage.”

The light in Superman’s eyes flickered out as the mental commands that ultimately destroyed him took over. Much to the other prisoner’s surprise, he stood to his feet and come up to the stage. The captured criminals booed and hissed as Superman stood besides Xander. The hypnotist pretended to go through the motions of hypnotising the fool of a hero, but instead he worked on the prisoners and guards. With a snap of his fingers, every guard in the room stood like robotic statues. Not able to remember anything or move unless the trance was broken. Now the real fun could begin.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Superman, Killer of Lex Luthor!”

The immantes all jeered and booed the hypnotized hero slightly swaying on the stage. Hearing the name of his dead nemesis caused his cock to immediately respond tenting his orange jumpsuit.

“Holy shit, Supes has a woody!” One of the prisoners pointed out causing a fresh wave of laughter.

Xander smiled as he leaned over to whisper in his victim’s ear. “Superman, you will hear these insults flung at you and be able to react.” The hero’s glazed over eyes grew wide as he flinched at the insults being flung at him. He looked down to see his erect cock pushing against the material of the jumpsuit. If it weren’t for the kryptonite collar around his neck, it would have torn his pants right open. Turning to the audience, Xander flourished his hands. “Superman, when you hear an insult, you will get turned on. You will immediately submit to the one insulting you.”

The other inmates were stunned at when the hypnotist was doing. This was not what they were expecting. The guards didn’t move at all. It was like they were frozen as statues. Even Superman weakened as he was gave no resistance and stood there with his tented pants cowering in fear.

“May I have a volunteer come up to the stage?” Xander asked. “Otis, why don’t you come on up.”

The fat bubbling henchman of Luthor had a huge grin on his face as he raced up to the stage. He used to the be the right hand man of the villain, but Luthor set him up years ago and he had been rotting in prison even since. Otis always blamed Superman and his chance to get revenge was always on his mind. Xander snapped his fingers bringing the hero out of his trance. He looked around and was confused as he had no idea how he got up here.

“Hey Stupidman!” Otis sneered as he pushed against Superman’s chest. “I’m going to make you my bitch.” Superman’s first reaction was to push back. Even without his powers, he could easily handle an idiot like Otis. Yet a shiver ran down his spine from the insult from the round henchman. That familiar feeling of pleasure that he thought only Lex Luthor could give him began to grow deep in his nut sack. “You’re nothing but a fucking fairy in tights, Stupidman.” Otis taunted. “I bet you like wearing that collar like the bitch you are.”

Despite everything there hero started to get hard again. Fear filled his eyes as the once mighty here was literally turning into the bitch that he was accused of being. Otis pushed against him again and this time Superman fell right on his ass. Laughter filled the room as the other inmates mocked the fallen hero, but that only made it worse. With his legs sprawled out, the tent in his overalls was blatantly obvious. Otis grinned as he pressed his foot on the hero’s tent. Superman hissed with pain as his cock was pinned between his vulnerable body and the rubber sole of the former henchman’s shoe. “Tell everyone who your master is, little bitch!” Otis demanded as he loved causing Superman pain.

The hero tried to resist at first, but the audience began to shout insults at him left and right. His dick was so hard and it felt so right for him to submit. Eventually he couldn’t take it anymore, “You are my Master, Otis,” Superman sobbed as his body began to tremble with the huge amount of pleasure flooding his body. To his mortification, a huge wet spot spread over his crotch as he came right on the stage. This humiliation was too much to handle. Laughter filled the room as his orgasm did not go unnoticed. Superman’s face turned red as he was pinned to the floor by Otis’ shoe.

Xander watched silently as Superman easily fell into the trap that had been set for him. This was too easy. He pulled Otis back and raised his hand to quiet the convicts who had been still mocking the helpless hero. “Get up to your feet, Boy Scout.”

The hero immediately went back to his state of nothingness as his tented pants slowly shrunk back to normal. The material was sticky and wet from his huge load of cum that he had just expelled.

“When you become submissive, Superman, you will have the undeniable need to suck cock. You will have to get permission first before you attempt to suck anyone’s cock. You secretly desire to be every man’s bitch.”

A snap of his fingers and Superman’s mind was back. The hero looked at Otis who stood several inches shorter than the former Man of Steel, but it was Superman who flinched at the sight of the fat man. Otis pushed against Superman’s chest sending him stumbling back. “What are you looking at you pathetic pansy?” The henchman snapped.

The hero groaned as he felt himself wanting to submit. He raised his hands up in fear as the confidence was swept away and replaced with fear and desire. Falling to his knees, he looked up at the leering criminal and felt his cock start to harden. The pleasure was intensified as his growing cock was covered with his alien spunk. His heart started to race as a new desire started to fill him. The hero’s blue eyes shifted down to Otis’ crotch and without even realizing it, he wetted his lips. “Please let me suck your cock,” He whispered as the desire was too much to ignore.

“What?” Otis demanded. “I can’t hear you, you fucking blue fairy.

The insults only made his desire worse. Superman looked up fearfully at the man who wouldn’t even be able to overpower him despite his exposure to kryptonite. By this time, his erection was rock hard and throbbing. “Please let me suck your cock!” Superman said louder.

“Speak up, you pathetic little bitch!”

“I NEED TO SUCK YOUR COCK!” Superman wailed at the top of his voice. The laughter and leering that followed made him realize that they weren’t alone. The hero blushed furiously as he bowed his head with humiliation. Still he need to suck on Otis’ cock. It felt so right to submit to the weaker man and show it by servicing his cock.

Otis ruffled the hero’s head with an evil smile. “Maybe some other time,” He said as he turned to walk away.

Superman moaned pathetically as he threw himself on the ground like some kind of worm. Grabbing on to the henchman’s leg, he looked up like a puppy wanting a treat. “Please, sir,” The hero begged nuzzling his face against the leg. “Let me suck your cock. I never needed this more. I’ll do anything you want.”

Otis kicked the hero off of him and sneered. “Forget it, you sick fucker.”

Watching the henchman walk off the stage, Superman actually started to cry. He grabbed his cock through his cum stained pants and started to masterbate feriously. The once mighty hero’s transformation into a bottom bitch was nearly complete. Xander put everyone under including Superman. “Listen to me well, Superman.” His hypnotic voice and eyes dominated the powerless hero. “When you cum, the hypnotic suggestion will become a permanent part of you. You will not be able to figure out that your mind was messed with. When questioned, you will admit that you have been hiding this part of yourself for years. You will think this is a natural occurrence.”

Satisfied that he had covered his tracks, Xander brought everyone back out of their hypnotic state. Superman groaned lying on the floor masterbating as the immates grew frenzied. Everyone wanted a part of the fallen hero. The hypnotist acted like he was mortified as the guards sprang into action. They formed a human wall around the stage as one of them tried to get Superman to stop his masterbating. The hero only got more turned on as the aggressive guard yelled at him. The Warden quickly escorted Xander out of the room as the signs of a riot was getting more intense.

“I’m so sorry about that,” The Warden apologized. “I don’t know why Superman is acting this way.”

Xander hid a secret smile as he shook his head. “There is something very wrong with him, Warden. I think that his mind is broken.”

“I never thought that Superman would crack this way,” The Warden admitted sadly. “Perhaps we can reschedule the show for a time when he is in solitary confinement?”

“Sorry, but I am leaving Metropolis tonight, but I will give you a call the next time I am in town.” As Xander left the high security prison, the moon dominated the night sky. The hypnotist had accomplished his mission as he walked to the ferry waiting for him. For a brief second, a dark shadow fell over him, but almost vanished immediately. Xander looked up at the night sky as his eyes narrowed. He was expecting him to show up eventually. That was a complication that he did not need. Perhaps a trip to Gotham City was in order. After all, Superman had given him some interesting information that he wanted to take advantage of. With Metropolis sinking into chaos with the fall of her champion, Gotham City was ripe for the picking.  

The Hypnotist: Chapter 8

Chapter 8

There was a moment of hesitation in Superman’s face as he hovered near the top of the Lexcorp building. Dressed in his iconic costume, the bulge on his crotch was pushed out almost to it’s limit. It was only be the invulnerability of his tights that prevented them from being shredded by the power of his trapped erection. The hero was conflicted between what his sexual desires were telling him that he needed and the morality of the situation. Inside that 50th story office was his most dangerous nemesis, Lex Luthor. Just thinking about the man caused his body to shiver with pleasure as a wet spot formed on the front of his tights. If he were smart, Superman would fly away and concentrate on how to fix this mess that his cock had gotten into, but these new found sexual feelings were just too powerful to resist.

Like a teenage boy on a first date, the hero’s heart raced. He had told himself that he would be in control, but the combination of his racing heart, the sweat forming in his pits, and the quivering of his over excited hard on, he was anything but. For several minutes the hero hovering indecisively. Going back and forth if he should go or flee, Superman finally made up his mind. With his cape billowing in the wind behind him, he moved to the large window that framed Lex Luthor’s office. His breath caught in the back of his throat as Superman witnessed his nemesis working. How could he never notice the handsome strong face and that little wrinkle in the middle of his forehead as Luthor appeared deep in thought. It was hard not to fondle himself as he stared at the only man who took his breath away.

Sensing that he was being stared at, Luthor raised his head and stared at the hero hovering outside his office window. Superman quickly covered his tented red briefs with his hands, but he wasn’t fast enough to hide his teeming erection. An evil smile crossed the business tycoon’s face as he slowly stood up from his desk. “Well, well, what have we here?”

Superman knew that he should fly away, but he simply could not take his eyes off his nemesis’ face. His dick was harder than it had ever been and every part of his body tingled with supreme pleasure. As Luthor walked over to the window, the hero’s breathing grew almost as hard as his erection. His nipples seemed close to tear right through his famous costume. Any chance of flight was now gone. All the he desired was coming right for him. The hero tried to keep his usual aura of confidence and power as the window opened. Superman floated inside before settling on the expensive carpet. He could feel his knees quivering weakly, but he tried to cover it.

“I’m surprised that you are showing your pathetic face,” Luthor mused as he closed the window and turned to the slightly blushing hero. “After showing your true colors today you should have left and never come back.”

The hero flinched at his nemesis statement. Is this who he truly was? His confusion intensified as his mind said no, but his body screamed yes. “Look Luthor,” He started to say. His voice trailed off as the bald tycoon pressed his finger against Superman’s lips. The intense flood of pleasure was so much that he actually sank down several inches on the point of collapsing. The wet spot on his briefs doubled in size.

“That’s Mr. Luthor to you, Kal-El.” The evil man chided sternly.

Even though Superman could kill his nemesis with a single flick of his finger, he was powerless to do so. Instead his mouth opened and he started to suck on the finger pressed against his lips. There were no words to describe the shame that he felt, and it didn’t help that Luthor’s gleeful stare never left his eyes. As Luthor slowly pulled out his finger from the hero’s mouth, Superman sighed heavily. The few briefs seconds feeling the touch the man that his body yearned for was heaven. “Yes, Mr. Luthor,” Superman surrendered. There was no resistance left in him.

The mad man nodded before turning back and walking to his desk. Taking his seat, he stared at the hero who followed meekly. It was awkward to walk with his dick stretching out the alien fabric of his red briefs and blue tights and every movement stimulated him more and more. As he stood before the desk, once again Superman tried to cover his tented crotch with his hands.

“Hands clasped behind your back,” Luthor ordered as he took out a pipe from his desk and lit it.

This was getting out of hand, the hero thought to himself. The last thing he needed was his greatest enemy to be able to order him around. Yet the thought of being sent away made the most powerful hero in the universe compliant like a puppy in training. Clasping his hands behind his back there was no hiding the unsightly bulge in his tights. The fabric of the red briefs were almost soaked with his juices.

“So you really can take orders,” Luthor mused as he puffed on his pipe. “Perhaps there is hope for you after all. Now what do you want?”

“Please, Mr. Luthor,” Superman stuttered breathlessly. His heart was pounding so loud in his chest that it was hard to concentrate. All he could think about was the longing for the man who wanted to utterly destroy him. “My secret identity is about to be publicly exposed. When that happens everyone that I ever loved will become a target. I need…. I need your protection.”

Whatever Luthor was expecting to hear that wasn’t it. His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he set the pipe aside. “Why the hell would I ever consider helping you, alien?” He sneered. “Since the day you came to my city, you have done nothing but meddle in my affairs. Let your identity come out in the open. I don’t care. Hell, I might decided to take a few of your loved ones out myself.”

Tears actually started to well up in the mighty hero’s eyes as he sank down to his knees. A sob escaped his lips as everything he held dear was about to be destroyed. All he ever wanted was to use his powers to help people and now everything was crashing down on his head. The worst part was there was nothing he could do about it. “I beg you, Mr. Luthor,” Superman cried. “I will do anything.”

The mind of the calculating villain went into overdrive as he watched the so called hero groveling on the floor. Even with Superman’s reputation in tatters having control of him would be an ideal situation for him. His PR department could easily turn the public eye away from the hero’s disgraceful act this morning. A leashed Superman appealed to Lex Luthor very much. “I want your word as a hero that you will be mine. I will own every part of you. Promise me this and the help you desire will be yours.”

With tears still in his eyes, Superman looked up with fear on his face. Both of them knew that the hero’s word was more binding than any contract. Once he has given his word there was no going back. He would belong to Luthor complete. There was no going back after that. Yet part of his body wanted this more than anything else. To have the weaker man in complete control of him desire his eclipsing powers sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. He didn’t know whether is was his newly discovered sexual desires or fear of his friends and family that made him utter the words, “Yes, Mr. Luthor. I promise as a hero that I surrender every part of myself and my life to you. You are now my master and I will obey you.”

Even Luthor was taken back that Superman had made this promise, but he knew that he had one. The obsession to destroy the hero was replaced in exploiting Superman for his own personal gains. There would be few in the world who could stand up to him now. “Stand to your feet and take off that ridiculous costume.” The business tycoon ordered. “You won’t be needing it anymore.”

The hero quivered both in fear and fright as he complied with his first order. As his cape floated to the carpet, he bent over to pick it up so he can properly fold it. Superman stopped in his tracks when his master ordered him to leave it like it was garbage. That’s exactly what he was now since he had given up his freedom just because how hard his cock got around his enemy. There both equal part horniness and fear in the indestructible hero as he surrendered to Luthor. It was both a nightmare and a wet dream.

As Superman pulled down his tights, his massive erection sprang free from it’s prison. Long, thick, and powerful, his pride and joy cheerfully saluted their new master. Never again would he be attracted to a woman like Lois, it was Lex Luthor who was the only man that could turn him on. Standing there completely naked and exposed in front of his enemy, Superman watched silently as the bald villain slowly stood to his feet. His heart raced as the object of his desire slowly walked over to his nude muscled formed.

“I am going to enjoy this,” Luthor said with a vicious grin. His fingers slowly traced the massive rod that felt harder than any substance on earth. Here was the most powerful alive yet a single touch made him quiver like a schoolgirl. The great and powerful Superman had been defeated at last. “You know I have wanted your DNA for years now, Kal-El. I think the first thing I am going to do is take it.”

Superman moaned as he felt the softer hand of his nemesis wrap as much of his thick dick as he could. Electric pleasure flooded his body as he could not help but to moan with delight. It was everything he ever wanted, yet part of him was also disgusted. His body no longer listened to the scream of terror in his mind and drank in every touch of the bald madman.

Within thirty seconds, the former hero felt the surge building deep in his balls. His alien seed was on the verge of being released and the pleasure almost crippled the hero. Superman’s lips quivered as he could not take his eyes away from the hard green ones that stared back at him. He wanted to pass that point of no return, but his orgasms were very destructive. To make it worse, Luthor knelt down so that he could tease the kryptonian cock with his hot breath.

“Master!” Superman whined as he groaned with supreme pleasure. It was the first time that anyone ever touched him there and it was the most incredible feeling that he had ever felt. Yet part of him screamed in horror afraid of what was to come next.

“Quiet!” Luthor ordered as he concentrated on teasing the most powerful man’s cock with his breath.

The surge was getting more and more powerful as it started to bubble over into his bottom of his thick invulnerable rod. Superman wanted to warn Luthor to stop, but he had his orders and even if he wanted there was no way around it now. The orgasm that was coming quickly destroyed any thoughts that he had as the need to cum was too great for him to bear. Superman screamed as he passed the point of no return. His deep bellow shattered every window in the room as his hips bucked forward. He tried to keep the cum back, but it only intensified his first real orgasm. This was nothing like the couple of masterbation sessions that he had before. Even the intense orgasm from this morning paled in comparison.  

The look of triumph on Luthor’s face was short lived as Superman felt the first shot of cum burst from his throbbing cock. Because the hero was incapacitated from the intensity of his orgasm, he was unable to save the only man he ever loved and lusted after. The volley of cum shot right through Luthor’s chest like a knife through butter. Blood splattered everywhere as the villain’s eyes grew wide for a few seconds before the life drained out of him. Even as his body toppled over, Superman continued to cum and cum. His seed tore through the building destroying walls, furniture, and everything in between.

The door to the office tore open as Mercy raced into the room. Her eyes grew wide as she saw Superman still in the throes of his orgasm with her boss dead at his feet. She barely had time to dodge as another volley of the deadly cum shot out of Superman’s still throbbing cock. When it was over, the office looked like a battleground. All the furniture and walls were destroyed with only Superman left unharmed. As his post orgasmic bliss faded, he stared down at the dead man who had defeated him. Despite everything, Superman still desired him with all his heart and soul. A grief stricken wail escaped his lips as he collapsed on the floor cradling the dead body of his almost lover. He was still sobbing when the police came to arrest him. The experience had completely broken Superman.

The Hypnotist: Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Superman groaned as his cum shot through the air. Through his orgasmic bliss, his blue eyes grew wide with fear as his seed flew everywhere. Memories of his teenage years when he had destroyed half the farm house in Smallville flooded his mind as the hero realized that history was about to repeat itself. His heroic instincts took over as he dashed in the air as super speed. There was only one thing to do to prevent Metropolis from facing destruction. Superman zipped around the city catching each drop of his lethal cum in his mouth. Each swallow made him feel dirty and disgusting, but the city was in danger because of him. He would do anything to keep Metropolis safe.

His sexually repressed mind began to fantasize as Superman swallowed drop after drop of his own seed. He began to fantasize that it was Lex Luthor’s cum that he was eating. Picturing that bald powerful villain towering over him sent a shiver down his spine. Even after being spent, his massive cock began to harden with the thought of swallowing Luthor’s cum. It was quite the site, the hero completely naked with a massive erection zipping around the city swallowing his own flying cum.

When the last drop was swallowed, Superman had a triumphant look on his face as he floated back down to where the press and onlookers witnessed his act of heroism, but it wasn’t the looks of admiration but horror and disgust that stared back at him. It was then that the hero realized that he was standing before them buck naked with a raging erection. His face paled as the humiliation of what he had done hit him right in the gut. His hands desperately tried to cover his excitement but the flared mushroom head eagerly poked out in the open as if eager to pose for the flash of the cameras and videos. The worst part of it all was that Lex Luthor was also watching with a superior smirk on his face. Why did his nemesis had to look so damn sexy? Even now Superman wanted to do anything to be able to worship the man who wanted to destroy him.

With no explanation of his disgraceful acts and his desire for Luthor getting stronger by the second, Superman flew away like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs.  The hero didn’t realize that Luthor had pocketed the shredded briefs that he had left behind. Fleeing back to his apartment, Superman fell down to his knees as he struggled to deal with the crushing humiliation that was ever so present. What was happening to him? Why was his body reacting this way? The questions came to his mind like a busted dam and the problem was that there were no answers. The thought that his mind was being tampered with never even came to him.

HIs torturous thoughts were interrupted by the ringtone of his cell phone. Superman wasn’t even going to answer it until he saw that it was Perry White calling him. Damn, he was supposed to be at work. “Hello, Mr. White,” the hero answered trying to sound as sick as possible. It wasn’t hard since he did feel sick to his stomach but for a very different reason.

“Where the hell are you, Kent?” Perry screamed from the other line.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Superman sputtered taken back by the force of anger from his boss. “I’m not feeling well.”

“I don’t care if you are dying!” The Daily Planet Editor screamed back. “The fucking world is falling apart and I need you here right now! If you value your job at all, you will get your ass here. If I don’t see you in my office in 20 minutes, you are FUCKING fired.”

The phone clicked as the call ended leaving Superman even more overwhelmed than before. He desperately needed to figure out what was happening to him, but losing his job would be just as devastating. No other new agency would hire him leaving Superman without a way to make money. He would lose his apartment and be forced to move back to Smallville. As Clark Kent, he worked too hard to build his reputation as a reporter to have it all thrown away. He knew that he had no choice, but to check in with Perry to save his job. After his boss was placated then he could investigate why his body was reacting this way.

Using his superspeed, Clark was showered and dressed in under two minutes. Throwing caution to the wind, he actually flew to work in his Clark Kent attire. It was risky for him to do this, but his job was too important for him to lose.

Timidly knocking on his boss’ door, Clark came in responding to the almost shout of “Get your ass in here!” Perry looked pissed with his face red and his hands balled in fists. “You wanted to see me, Mr. White?”

“SIt your ass down and keep your mouth shut,” Perry snapped. “Your lucky I don’t fire your ass after your little vanishing act. Fortunately for you, Lex Luthor still wants you to conduct the interview about the Science Spire and I am not about to throw away and exclusive like that just because you are a dumbass.”

Clark crossed his legs while suppressing a moan. Just hearing Lex’s name cause his cock to lunge forward and start to harden. What was it about that man that turned him on so much? It took great effort, but he managed to push the image of the sexy bald man out of his mind. He needed to stay focused. “What about the Superman story?” He asked more intently than his Clark Kent persona usually let him. “I can investigate what cause him to react that way.”

“Oh no,” Perry exclaimed shaking his head. “I’m not letting you anywhere near that story. The whole world knows how you and that fucking pervert are chums. I won’t have my paper’s reputation of being biased while I am in charge. You stick with the Luthor interview. If I catch you going anywhere near that Superman story, I will not only fire you, but I will make sure that no news agency in the world will hire you. Do I make myself clear?”

So much for killing two birds with one stone, Clark thought to himself. His cock was getting harder by the second and it took almost all his willpower to keep the monster erection in check. So instead of trying to convince his boss to let him handle the story, the confused hero just nodded meekly.

“Good,” Perry snapped although some of his anger had vanished. “Here is all the information that you need for the interview. You do whatever it takes to make it happen. Your job depends on it.”

Clark’s shoulders were slumped in defeat as he took the folder and returned to his own desk. He felt like he had been caught in some kind of trap, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out how it was possible. More likely it was some kind of reaction that his kryptonian heritage was playing on his body. The Fortress would have the answers he needed, but how could he risk his job? Sitting at his desk, Clark opened the folder that Perry had given him. The very first page was a photo of Lex Luthor.

The reporter stared as he felt his body react. His breathing grew hard as his cock as his briefs and pants ripped apart by the force of his erection. Clark didn’t even notice as he started at the photo of his most dangerous nemesis. There was power in his face that turned the hero on so much that he started to masterbate right there in the office. His mouth opened slightly as his tongue ran across his lips yearning to have the business tycoon kiss him passionately.

He was so lost in his fantasy that Clark didn’t even hear Lois coming up behind him. “Hey Smallville, I need……. What THE hell?!” She shrieked.

Clark jumped to his feet completely startled as his erect cock bobbed up and down in the air with his precum flying. His face turned red as he quickly tried to cover his throbbing erection but his hands weren’t big enough for the task.

Lois took a look at his desk and saw the picture of Lex Luthor sitting right there out in the open. She saw how her boyfriend was awkwardly trying to cover himself up and a lightbulb went off in her head. “It’s you,” She whispered in shock.

“I can explain, Lois,” Clark stammered as he tried to stuff his still erect cock back in his pants. He failed since the front of his pants and underwear had been ripped to shreds by the power of his hard on. If only he remembered to put on a fresh Superman costume this morning, but in his hurry he had forgotten.

The shock turned to pure rage as Lois completely lost it. “You fucking pervert!” She screeched at the top of her voice. “You lied to me. YOU USED ME!”

Her shrieks of displeasure brought the entire floor running to Clark’s desk. His face took even a deeper shade of red as all of his colleagues witnessed his shame. His cock seemed to mock him by staying hard as steel with no hint of softening. To make it worse, Lois lunged at him with the intent to scratch his eyes out. In order to prevent herself from hurting him against his invulnerable body, he grabbed her and gently shoved her back. This gave the entire staff full view of his monster cock to further his humiliation.

“Get out of my way,” Perry demanded as he pushed through the gathering crowd. The editor’s eyes grew wide as he stared at his two top reporters. Like Lois, he instantly realized that Clark Kent was Superman and his face reddened with anger. “Get back to work people,” He ordered while taking Lois by the arm. “I want you to wait in my office.” He told her.

Clark wanted to weep as he stood there awkwardly trying to cover his throbbing erection in front of his boss. “Please Mr. White,” He begged knowing how much damage his boss could do to his reputation. If his secret identity was made public then everyone he ever loved would be in terrible danger. “I am begging you. Please let me explain.”

A look of disgust came over the chief editor’s face as he shook his head. “Get the fuck out of here.” He said with his voice deadly calm. “I never want to see you here again.”

The ex-reporter knew he had lost everything as he ran towards the stairs. He flew back to his apartment before collapsing on his bed weeping like a broken hearted little boy. What made it worse was that he still wanted Lex Luthor so badly. Every fiber of his being was attracted to the villain making it impossible for him to think clearly. With his life on the verge of total destruction, only one solution came to his mind. He would need a man of Luthor’s power and influence to keep his loved ones safe. Superman made the resolve to beg the man he desires for mercy and prayed that it would be granted.

The Hypnotist: Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Superman groaned in the darkness of the cramp shipping crate. He could feel the heat of his own cum cooling against his skin as his cock shrunk down to a fraction of its former glory. The hero felt agony that he never felt before. The events on the boat kept replaying over and over in his head as he tried to figure out what had happened. A shiver ran down his spine as the realization that he was going to be delivered into Lex Luthor’s hands hit him square in the chest. The business tycoon wanted nothing more than Superman’s complete and utter destruction. Being powerless in his clutches brought terror in the dark depths of his soul. Yet there was a twinge of excitement as well that confused the hero even more. Could some small part of him want to be helpless in the hands of Lex Luthor.

The hours crawled at a snail pace as Superman began to notice a change in him. Even in the darkness without access to the yellow sun that powered his alien cells, a strength slowly began to return. With a might roar, the wooden crate burst apart sending shards of wood flying everywhere. The hero slowly floated in the air flexing his arms with new found power. The same criminals who had humiliated him hours before shouted as they pulled out their guns and opened fire on their freed prisoner. Superman’s eyes glowed red with anger as the thought of revenge against them cross his mind. His silhouette framed the full moon that hung high in the sky.

Instead of flying back down to take out the criminals, Superman shot in the air like a bullet. The criminal’s shouts slowly faded away as the hero flew back to his apartment. Logic told him that he needed to get to his fortress to figure out what was going on with him. As he stepped into his living room, Superman stripped his cum soiled costume dropping it to the ground leaving it on the carpet forgotten. The hero slipped on a fresh pair of white briefs before climbing into this bed. As his eyes closed falling into a deep sleep, the alarm clock on his nightstand read 11:57.

Three minutes later, Superman was snoring softly as the unlocked front door slowly opened. Xander walked into the apartment like he owned the place. His nose wrinkled as he went into the living room. Looking around, he discovered the discard costume. He picked it up and almost gagged as the overpowering smell of cum hit him. It looks like the boy scout had a busy day, he thought to himself as he dropped the costume back on the floor.

Xander entered Clark’s bedroom and smiled at the sleeping muscle hunk. The big moron had no clue about what was happening to him. It was time to take the unsuspecting hero to the next level of his plan, but first he wanted to know what happened. “Boy Scout,” He said softly the words that gave him the keys to Superman’s mind.

The hero’s eyes popped open as he instantly fell under the hypnotic spell of Xander. Before there was a brief look of alarm before Superman plunged into the deep depths of relaxation. This time he instantly went into that state of mind that gave Xander the ability to mold the powerful hero’s mind.

“Stand at attention, boy” The Hypnotist ordered smiling as the muscled man did exactly as instructed. Superman had a look of vulnerability that turned him on a little bit. All that power and all it took to defeat him was the weakness of his mind. “Power Down!”

The effect of that command on Superman was delicious. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as his shoulders slumped. His beautiful perfect muscles seemed to sag a little as his body swayed slightly. It looked like one push would send the hero tumbling to the floor. The power he had over Superman was intoxicating. Xander knew that he could easily kill the hero if he so desired, but controlling the big boy scout suited his plans better.

“Listen to me carefully, Superman,” Xander instructed. Despite is curiosity to know what happened to his hypno slave, he wanted to give the hero his next set of instructions. “You will continue to get horny every time you hear ‘Lex Luthor’,” Just hearing the words sent the hero’s cock into it’s full erect glory. If Superman was at full power, his erection would have shredded his briefs. Instead the throbbing member strained against the now wet cotton helplessly imprisoned. “When you see Lex Luthor’s face, your horniness will increase a thousand fold. You will have an inescapable urge to masterbate when you see Lex Luthor. When you think about Lex Luthor, you will also get incredibly horny. You will start to feel attracted to Lex Luthor and will think you are falling in love with Lex Luthor.”

Xander said the words ‘Lex Luthor’ over and over again on purpose. With a strangled cry, Superman’s knees buckled as he went over the edge. Cum shot through the wet cotton fabric of his briefs and splattered on the floor. The hero would have collapsed from the intense waves of pleasure if he hadn’t been ordered to stand at attention. Instead his muscular body quivered helplessly as his balls gave up another load of his precious seed. Superman had been sent to Earth to save the Krypton race but instead he was cumming on the carpet like a common whore. What made it worse was that it was the name of his most dangerous nemesis that made him cum.

The hypnotist stepped forward and grabbed Superman’s cloth covered cock while it was still pumping out cum. The older man grinned evilly as he started to pump that now very sensitive love tool with his hand. Superman yelped in a combination of pleasure and sensitivity as his hips bucked out of control. His helpless mental state made it impossible for him to do anything but groan. ‘Now tell me what happened to you today.” Xander ordered.

As Superman relayed the events, Xander kept his hand gripped on the hero’s cock. His member quickly hardened again as the hero retold about how hearing Lex Luthor turned him on. When he got to the part about going to his Fortress of Solitude to investigate why his body was reacting this way, the hypnotist stopped the hero from talking. “What is this Fortress of yours?”

Still unable to resist the commands of the man who held his mental leash, Superman gave information that he would have rather kept secret. “The Fortress of Solitude is the last bastion of Krypton with stores of technology and knowledge of the long history of my people.”

Xander frowned at this new knowledge. The last thing he needed was for Superman to somehow break out of his hypnotic suggestions. “Whenever you think of going to this fortress, you will think of Lex Luthor and forget about going.” There that should keep him from trying to escape his fate, Xander thought.

Superman continued his days events from his capture by the criminals on the boat to his escape and journey back home. His cock was hard again as he retold his fears of being captured by Lex Luthor. Thanks to the new suggestions planted in his head, his horniness was even more intense. His hand starts to paw at his tented briefs as his powerless body swayed from the overload of pleasure.

His plan to destroy Superman was going even better than Xander’s highest expectations. Now it was time to put the icing on the cake. Slowly stroking the hero’s cock through his cum drenched briefs, the hypnotist leaned towards his ear and whispered his final instructions. Superman cried out as he came in his briefs again, his muscular body helpless to fight against the mental suggestions being implanted in his mind. Xander laughed as he pushed the thrashing hero on his bed and left Superman in the middle of a powerful orgasm. Once he got out of Clark Kent’s apartment, he pulled out his phone and dialed. “Get me Lex Luthor,” He demanded.

The sun spilled into the windows of Clark’s apartment as the hero groggily woke up. He stared at the clock and realized that he was an hour late for work. Using his super speed, he pulled off the cum crusted briefs not even realizing that they were soiled. He showered in three seconds using his powers to make sure he was clean. Twenty seconds later, Clark was dressed and standing on the roof of the Daily Planet.

He was about to go down the stairs to his floor when he heard screams of terror. Clark lowered his glasses to the bridge of his nose. Activating his vision powers, he saw there was a giant robot attacking in the middle of the Historic District. Work was going to have to wait, but writing an article about the robot attack should make Perry happy.

A gust of wind and Clark transformed into Superman. The hero leaped in the air and flew towards the robot at top speed. The robot didn’t even know what hit it as the Man of Steel smashed his fists into it’s chest pulling out sparking wires. Superman smiled as the robot fell on it’s back lifeless as the last of its power cut out.

The hero frowned as he looked around. Normally there would be applause and cheering, but now there was only shocked silence. What was wrong with them? The hero thought in confusion. He looked down and his face went white as a ghost. Instead of his normal costume, the only thing Superman wore was his tight white briefs. His hands immediately went to cover up his crotch. The shock wore off from the people who witnessed his arrival and soon their phones were out and taking pictures of his state of undress. The humiliation was unbearable as his magnificent muscular body was exposed like never before.

Superman was about to take off flying when a voice behind him sent a shiver down his spine. “Well, well, what have we here?”

It was a voice he was intimately familiar with. The hero turned and gasped standing face to face with Lex Luthor. The bald business tycoon was dressed to the nines in a three piece suit and never looked sexier. Superman’s breath caught as he felt his body start to react. He always thought that Lois was the most beautiful woman that he ever laid eyes on, but there was something about Lex that made her seem so plain and dull. This new found attraction to his nemesis caused Superman to stumble back in fear.

Lex must have sensed it because he stepped forward with his arms crossed across his chest. “Is this a new look, alien? Or did you forget to do laundry?”

Normally Superman could have met the bald man stare for stare, but instead he flinched and even cowered a little bit. Yet no one was watching the fear on his face. Every eyes was on his crotch as his cock came alive and started to harden. Gasps filled the air as his powerful erection tore through the thin cotton and slapped against his bare muscled abdominals. The flash of cameras went off like fireworks as the press and witnesses captured every second.

Raising an eyebrow, Lex watched in amazement. An evil smile crossed his face as he realized the damage to Superman’s reputation from this perverted display. If Superman realized what was happening there was no indication. He stared at his nemesis with open lust as his hand wrapped around his thick and long erection. If people weren’t shocked before, they were now. Their hero and protector was naked in the middle of the street masterbating like some kind of pervert.

The crowd parted as Lois Lane pushed herself through. She took one look at her boyfriend as pure anger and hatred painted her face. “What the hell is going on here?” She demanded as she ran towards them.

Superman didn’t even look at her as his blue eyes were glued on the face of Lex Luthor. He gasped with pleasure as he masterbated at super speed impossible for a normal human. His super hearing picked up snippets of conversation talking about how Superman was masterbating in public in front of Lex. For some reason, he ignored any part of the conversations being had and heard only the name Lex Luthor. It repeated over and over in his ears until he cross the line. His muscular body quaked as the mother of all orgasms over took him.

“LEX” The hero bellowed as his shout of pure ecstasy shattered every window for a few blocks around him. Everyone watched in shock as his cock started to pump out his cum like a cannon. Superman was still pumping and cumming as he collapsed on the street his naked body thrashing uncontrollably by the powerful orgasm not realizing what he was doing.

The Hypnotist: Chapter 5

Chapter 5

“Clark!” Lois called as the door to the bathroom banged from her fist. “Are you alright? Clark?”

The reporter never felt so mortified in his entire life. Standing in the small space of the stall, he looked down at his cum soiled slacks. Thank Rao that his erection finally went down, but the damage was already done. He had cummed in his pants right in the executive conference room of the Daily Planet. He could only hope that no one saw what had happened. The humiliation would be too much for him to bear.

“Open the door right now or I am calling 911!” Lois demanded on the other side of the door.

There was no way around it, he was going to have to face her. Clark rushed to the door pressing his body against it. “I am fine, Lois.” He said hoarsely trying to sound as sick as he could. “I think I may have food poisoning.”

“Food Poisoning?” She repeated back clearly not believing a word he said. He wanted to come clean and tell her the truth, but how could he? This was something that he couldn’t even tell his parents back in Smallville. “Clark, let me inside.”

One look at his cum stained slacks and he knew that he couldn’t let it happen. “I’m fine,” Clark insisted as he rushed back to the stall. There was a wet cum stain plastered all over the front of his slack. Rao only knew what the rest of his tights and briefs looked like.

“I’m calling 911!” Lois growled before stomping away.

Having to deal with paramedics, Lois, and Perry was the last thing that Clark needed. Whatever caused his body to react this way was a complete mystery to him. Using his super speed, he changed into Superman and flew through the window. There would be a mess to deal with back at work with him vanishing like this, but the number one priority needed to deal with how his body was reacting.

Seconds later, Superman was back in his apartment and he quickly stripped off his soiled costume and tossed it in the corner of his closet. The cum stain on his red briefs and blue tights were even bigger than his trousers and his face turned red just looking at it. Dressed in a fresh costume, the hero flew out of the window of his apartment. He needed to do some research in his Fortress of Solitude. The entirety of Kryptonian knowledge was housed in his Arctic retreat. The answer to his problem must be there.

As soon as he launched himself high in the air among the towering skyscrapers of Metropolis, Superman’s super hearing picked up the sounds of guns being fired. Even though he needed to get to his fortress as soon as possible, his attention was pulled towards the gunfire. A trio of police cars were chasing after a black van headed to the docks. The van screeched to a halt as five masked men jumped out firing their guns towards the approaching cops. One of the men reached in his jacket and threw a grenade towards the cops.

With speeds close to the speed of sound, Superman dove down and let the grenade hit him square in the chest. Wrapping his cape around himself, he let it explode using his invulnerable body and costume to shield the police. The hero turned to make sure the policemen were unharmed.

“Thanks for the assist, Superman,” One of the cops said gratefully. “These men just robbed Star Labs and it looks like they are going to get away.”

Turning back around, the Man of Steel saw that the criminals had escaped on a speedboat. The police were radioing for backup, but it looked like without his assistance that the men were going to get away. His duty as a superhero was clear, Superman knew that he needed to stop these criminals.

Leaping in the air, Superman flew towards the boat and landed right in the middle of the deck. The criminals were busy smirking as they went through the money that was stolen. Their masks had been pulled off with their faces completely visible. The hero stood on the desk in his famous heroic pose. A small smile came to his face as one of the criminals looked up and paled at the sight of him.

The chair he had been sitting in flew across the cabin as the man raced towards the door. “Quick!” He shouted. “Superman is here, call Lex Luthor before it is too late.”

Superman grunted as a wave of pleasure hit his body. The bulge in his trunks expanded out as shivers of sweet pleasure caused him to stumble back. Luckily for him, no one noticed as their panic quickly spread.

“We need to get out of here!”

“Did you call Lex Luthor?”

“Power down the boat! POWER DOWN!”

Superman gasped as his cock became rock hard. Falling on one knee, he felt his powers being sucked from his body. It was like being exposed to kryptonite except there was no pain or nausea associated with the weakness. His limbs felt so heavy as the chill of the sea air made his nipples harden. The former Man of Steel looked up and realized that the criminals were intently watching him. He needed to get out of here right now.

Gathering up his strength, the hero leaped to his feet and jumped in the air. For once gravity was too much as he landed right on his face. Laughter reached his ears as the men came on to the desk. Superman was struggling to climb on his feet but only managed to get on his hands and knees before the men reached him. What was going on? He felt so weak, but also turned on at the same time. The combination gave him a strange shiver that seem familiar but how could it?

“Well, well,” One of the criminal smirked as he grabbed the hero by his raven black hair. “What’s wrong, Supes? Feeling a little weak?”

Superman grunted in pain as he struggled to break free of the man’s grip. He cried out as the criminal savagely kicked him right in the gut. The force of the kick caused the hero to roll on his back. For a second there was pure shock on all the criminals as they stared down at the tented red briefs. The shock was followed by mocking laughter as they pointed.

“It looks like Superman just got his first hardon.” One of the young men mocked as he laughed.

The hero glared as he tried to prop himself up by his elbows. His face was almost the shade of red as his now stained briefs. His erection was so hard and felt so good. Combined with the mocking of these low life criminal scum, the hero was completely confused.

“That’s right, Mr. Luthor.” One of the criminals said on his phone. “Superman showed up, but for some reason he is weak with a hard on. The big boy scout is throwing a huge boner.”

Superman moaned as he realized that his greatest nemesis was now aware of his predicament. He tried to cover his shame with his hands, but they were batted away by the men towering over him. He needed to get out of here and escape, but there was ocean all around them. Metropolis was in the distance and in his condition swimming was not an option.

“We will entertain the big man until we get to the hideout, Mr. Luthor.” The man on the phone said with an evil smile. “No, we won’t damage the goods, Mr. Luthor. Yes, Mr. Luthor. Yes, Mr. Luthor.” The man said before hanging up the phone.

Unknown to Superman, just hearing his nemesis’ name sent waves of pleasure through his body. He was on the verge of blowing his load when the criminal finally ended the call. The wet spot on his briefs was almost as big as the tent in his tights.

“What’s wrong, Superman? Finally hitting puberty?” One of the criminals taunted. He sneered as he spat at the hero. The criminals laughed as a big glob of saliva ran down the cheek of the weakened muscle man.

His face darkened with anger as Superman took as much as he wanted to. Growling with frustration, he attempted to leap to his feet. A kick to the chest and the hero was sprawled on his back again. “You will pay for this,” Superman promised as he looked helplessly at his captors.

“Mr. Luthor has a bounty on you, Stupidman!” Another of the criminals sneered. “He has big plans for you, boy scout. Your days of sticking your nose in other people’s business is over!”

Superman was about to open his mouth to reply when he suddenly cried out in pain. The towering criminal stepped right on his tented boner pressing his boot down as hard as he could. Normally the hero would not have felt a thing, but without his powers the agony was too much to bear. “Awrrrrrr!” He started with a grunt but ended up with a shrill scream. The pain shot up to his gut as it felt like his intestines were on fire.

“Not so super now, are you?” The thug taunted as he pressed harder on the spandex covered boner.

The hero closed his eyes as tears started to form. His hands fumbled blindly as he tried to throw the foot on his groin off of his family jewels. Even the boot of Darkseid didn’t feel this heavy as the weight of the universe smashed down on his cock and balls.

“Hahahaha! You just made Superman cry!” One of the criminals mocked. “We should record this so Mr. Luthor can see this.”

The name of his nemesis sent him over the edge. Pain mingled with pleasure as Superman started to cum for the second time today. His body thrashed around helplessly in the throes of a powerful orgasm while the men mocked and laughed at him.

“You made Superman cream his pants! Holy shit, that was epic!”

“I told you he was a fucking queer.”

As the boot lifted off his now cum stained groin, Superman panted as he lay on the deck in shock. His tear stained face contorted as he started down at his cum drenched briefs and tights. What started out as an easy confrontation with low life criminal scum ended in utter humiliation. He had no energy left as the men hoisted him and and dragged the hero over to the other side of the deck. They dumped the hero into a large crate and slammed the lid shut as Superman crumbled to the bottom like a lifeless doll. For the first time in his life, he suffered complete and utter defeat.