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The Hypnotist: Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Slowly opening his eyes, Clark moaned with pleasure as a smile crept on his face. It felt like his entire body was being soaked in the water of a hot spring. He could not recall even waking up feeling so good. As his legs swung forward and hit the carpet, he looked down and the smile on his face vanished. The bulge in his white briefs was tented out almost to his navel. If that wasn’t bad enough, the dried cum stain all over the front of his underwear stood out almost as much as his throbbing erection.

Clark stumbled to his feet and rushed to the bathroom. Slipping off the stained briefs, he tossed the dirty cotton into the far corner of the bathroom. Staring back up at him was the flared mushroom head of his excitement. Although, he would never admit it to anyone, Clark had almost no sexual experience. His Pa had that talk with him when he was 13, but was warned to abstain until he got married. That warning coupled with his vastly emerging powers as a teenager made him refrain from any kind of sexual exploring at all. Unlike most human men abstaining from sex was very easy for him. His kryptonian mind had absolute control over his body including his sexual urges. This was the first time that he had woken up with a throbbing erection in over 12 years.

Turning on the shower water as hot as he could get it, Clark stepped inside the shower and let the hot water run over his naked body. Closing his eyes, he found the serene part of his mind and filled all of his emotions into it like a flame. Soon his entire body relaxed and his dick started to go flaccid. Clark could feel himself starting to get his control back as he leaned against the wet wall of the shower. Once there was not a hint of hardness on his impressive monster cock, the reporter started to clean himself. He took more time in the shower than usual as he felt the need to clean himself of the dirtiness of his sexual excitement. Clark knew that he needed to be pure both inside and out to be the shining light of hope for the people of earth.

As the shower ended, Clark stepped out on the shower mat and started to dry himself off. He then walked back to his bedroom where he got a fresh pair of briefs and slipped them on. By this time, he had completely forgotten how he had woken up. In fact the cum stained briefs still lay in the corner of the bathroom forgotten. Grabbing his Superman suit and his Clark Kent clothes, the almost naked stud walked into the living room and grabbed the remote control. It was always his routine to watch the morning news while getting dressed and eating breakfast.

The face of his greatest nemesis was plastered on the television screen. What was Lex up to this time, Clark thought with a raised eyebrow. Then he received a shock when his girlfriend, Lois Lane appeared on the screen. “This is Lois Lane reporting for the Daily Planet.” Her serious face never looked so beautiful.  Clark was confused on why she didn’t warn him about the story. Grabbing his phone, he turned it on and saw that he missed five calls from Ms. Lane. His confusion turned to worry that he never heard his phone ring. Was there something wrong with his super hearing?

“We are here at the Science Spire which was built by Lexcorp to be the premier research facility in the world. A direct rival to Star Labs, this top secret research site has not been open to the public since the horrible experiment that almost devastated Metropolis late last year. Although it was never proven, there was speculation that Lex Luthor used his facility to attack the hero of Metropolis, Superman.”

Clark gasped as a shiver of pleasure ran through his body like a bolt of electricity. He had been in the middle of pulling up his pants when his cock hardened so quickly that it ripped right through the thin cotton of his briefs. The hero closed his eyes as he leaned on the couch to hold his shaking legs from collapsing. The arm of his couch was ripped to shreds as he applied too much strength. Despite being alone, his face turned a crimson red from embarrassment. His rural upbringing made talking about sex very awkward for him. In fact it had caused some stress in his relationship with Lois until he explained that he wanted to save himself for marriage.

For some reason, his body was reacting very strangely. First the throbbing morning wood that he had woken up to and now his throbbing cock was raging out of control. The problem was that Clark had no idea how to deal with this sudden onset of horniness. The erection felt so good and tempting that he wanted to collapse on the floor and pump his tool until he exploded with cum. The temptation made his ignore the news that Lois was broadcasting to the world. The words ‘Lex Luthor’ reached his ears causing Clark to fall to his knees. His body felt like it was on fire as a lust that he never experienced before flooded his body.

As a teenager, Clark only masterbated once. The resulting orgasm had destroyed half of the farm house and most of the barn on the farm. He remembered the mortification that he felt when he had to explain what happened to Ma and Pa. They had to come up with a story on how it happened and the money it took to rebuild almost broke the family. Clark remembered how his lust almost destroyed everything his parents had built and vowed to never give in to the desires of the flesh again. This secret was something that he never shared with Lois and he dreaded the day that he had to. He loved her so much and would be devastated if he lost her.

Now on his knees with an erection even more powerful than that fateful day as a teenager, Clark was in a state of ecstasy. His cock was fully hard standing up in all it’s 12 inch glory. A steady flow of precum ran down the thick rod and formed a small pool on the carpet between his knees. It was too much for him to handle. With a gust of wind, his shredded trousers and briefs slowly floated to the floor as the door to his balcony was slightly open. Faster than the eye could see, Clark raced high above Metropolis even as his super hearing picked up what the people were talking about. Lex Luthor was the talk of the town and unbeknown to him it only aggravated his teeming erection.  As Clark pushed through the outer atmosphere and into the vast vacuum of space, the murmuring of the people of Metropolis slowly faded away.

Clark closed his eyes and let himself drift in space. His powers easily allowed him to ignore the pull of gravity from Earth and the moon. With nothing to distract him, he was able to regain control of his body. Finding the center of his being, the hero fed all of his sexual frustrations and longings into a mental flame in his mind. His massive erection slowly deflated until it was flaccid again. Finally feeling back to his normal self, Clark opened his eyes. Clearly something was going on with his body that he didn’t understand. Fearing that it might be linked to his powers, Clark vowed that he would investigate in the Fortress of Solitude as soon as he could get away. Until then he needed to refrain of using his powers. There clearly was a connection and an unwanted erection in his tights would damaging to his reputation as a hero.

With a plan firmly in place, Clark realized that he was going to be late for work. With a burst of speed, he raced back down to his apartment and in 5 seconds, he was dressed in his best work suit. Grabbing his suitcase, he left for the subway in a rush. It was tempting to use his powers to get to work on time, but Clark was not willing to risk it. It was bad enough having to his powers to get back to his apartment and dressed. Suppressing his super hearing, Clark actually felt a little lonely. He was accustomed to hearing what was being said across the world.

As he took his seat on the subway, Clark took a copy of the morning edition of the Daily Planet to read. Lex Luthor’s face was plastered on the front page with his announcement to open the Science Spire to the public. What was he up to? Clark thought as he read. After running into Luthor many times as Superman, he knew that everything that Luthor did was for some gain for himself. He knew that he would have to be prepared for the business tycoon to attack him. Luckily his job at the Daily Planet kept him as informed as he could be.

The walk to the most iconic building of all Metropolis was uneventful. Clark kept his his eyes and ears to himself. It was strange not being alert to who may need Superman, but until he figured out why his body was reacting this way, the reporter was not going to take chances. As he walked into the lobby, the front receptionist waved over to him. “Mr. White wants you up in the executive conference room right away, Mr. Kent.”

Clark smiled and nodded as he rushed to the elevator. This Luthor story must be huge if Perry was having a meeting this early in the morning. Everyone else was already in the conference room and Lois shared a sweet smile for him as she patted the seat besides her.

“Get your ass in here, Kent.” Perry snapped. “We need to make this quick.”

Smiling sheepishly behind his glasses, Clark took his seat and raised a questioning eyebrow towards his girlfriend. Lois said nothing as she turned her attention towards their Senior Editor in Chief.

“Now as many of you know, Lex Luthor has decided to reopen his Science Spire to the public.” Perry started. Clark had to muffle a gasp as he felt himself becoming aroused again. He tried to prevent a hard on from forming but his body refused to listen to him. If it weren’t for his costume under his street clothes, his growing cock would have ripped through his clothes.

“The last time, Luthor let this happen the shit hit the fan.” Perry White continued. “That is great for us since trouble always makes great news. What is more is that Luthor has graciously offered to give us the exclusive story.”

Clark should have been alarmed by this bit of news, but he was too distracted by the teeming erection trapped in his tights. His lips trembled as he suppressed a moan from forming. It was just like earlier this morning. His cock never felt so hard and the pleasure it was causing was too much for him to handle.

“Kent!” Perry nearly shouted. “Are you even listening?”

Snapping back to reality, the reporter blushed as he noticed all eyes on him. He squeezed his legs tightly against each other, but it just made things matter. The pressure was just too much as his hands actually started to shake. It was all it took for him not to start jerking himself off right there on the conference table. “Y,yes, Chief?” His voice quivered as he tried to controlling his out of control lust.

“I want you and Lois to conduct the interview with Luthor.” Perry repeated himself.

Clark couldn’t help it as a moan escaped his lips. His cock felt hard as steel as his legs squeezed against it. A drop of sweat ran down his face as he stared down at his tented lap that was hiding under the table. The loss of focus caused his super hearing to turn on unexpectedly. Thousands of conversations flooded his ears all discussing Lex Luthor and The Science Spire. His body felt the fire of pleasure that was becoming harder and harder to contain.

“Are you alright, Smallville?” Lois asked with concern as she laid her hand on his thigh. A cloud of anger flashed across her face as her hand snatched back.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Kent?” Perry demanded.

Clark didn’t hear as the words Lex Luthor repeated over and over again in his ears. With a strangling gasp, he felt himself lose control as his cock started to pump trapped in his indestructible costume. With a strangling cry, he leaped from his chair and raced out of the conference room. Clark could feel a wet spot forming on his tights and trousers as they filled with his seed.

The Hypnotist: Chapter 3

It was almost midnight when the door to Clark Kent’s apartment slowly opened. Xander crept inside careful not to make a noise. He certainly did not want anyone to see that he was here. Inside was not what he was expecting. It looks like something from a farm house and not a swanky apartment in the middle of Metropolis.

The hypnotist slowly made his way from the living room to the bedroom. Even though he planted instructions into Superman’s mind to not wake up after falling asleep, he wasn’t going to take any chances. The apartment wasn’t pitch black, but the curtains kept out most of the lights from the moon and the city. He had to be careful not to knock anything out of place. It was vitally important that Superman not suspect that his home had been compromised.

Eventually, Xander crept into the bedroom and his prey was in a deep sleep. He stared at the sleeping hero who looked so peaceful and innocent with no idea of the danger he was in. It was hard to imagine that Xander now controlled the most most powerful being on the planet. Leaning down so that his lips almost touched Superman’s ears, Xander said the words that will ultimately destroy the Man of Steel, “Boy Scout.”

Immediately the hero’s eyes popped open as he went into a deeper state of relaxation that his sleep allowed. For an instant there was an alarm to his eyes that immediately faded as his eyelids drooped back down. Superman was caught in a state of sleep and deep relaxation making his mind more vulnerable than ever.

“Stand up,” Xander commanded as he stepped back.

Superman climbed to his feet like a zombie and stood at attention before his master. He was clad only in a pair of white briefs that were pretty tight. The hypnotist was amazed on the sheer muscular beauty of the almost naked hero. He assumed that the costume left little to the imagination, but it was soon obvious how wrong he was. Every muscle was an art piece of perfection that put any human perfection into doubt.

His massively muscular chest was covered in a sea of black hair that made it hard to see his quarter sized nipples. It narrowed down his stomach where he had very defined ten packs of abdominal muscles. There was a bit of hair peeking through the waistband of his white briefs showing that Superman did not trim or shave his pubic hairs. The bulge protruding from his crotch looked like someone had stuffed socks down his tighty whiteys. A quick peek revealed an insanely long and thick limp cock snuggled close against two testicles that were the size of jawbreakers.

Behind were twin globes of muscle of an ass that could only be described as perfection. Not flat like many mens asses, but round and tight at the same time. A bubble butt would be a weak description for the hero’s rear and Xander wondered why he wore a cape to hide that kind of beauty.  Superman’s legs were thick and powerful like tree trunks of redwood trees in their prime. Thick black hair covered them from where the briefs ended right down to his ankles. In fact his entire body was covered with that same hair with only a few patches of smooth skin. The hair didn’t diminish the power of Superman’s muscles at all. In fact his muscles seemed enhanced by the black hair.

This supreme hero stood before Xander slightly swaying with his mind opened and ready to be reprogrammed. He could give Superman any order and knew that there would be no resistance from the unsuspecting Man of Steel. However, even a man of his mental talents had limitations on how far he could push Superman. Despite his power and beauty, the hero lacked the resources that he needed to achieve his true goals. Yet Superman could be used to deliver others into his power.

“Listen carefully to me, Superman,” Xander instructed leaning in close to whisper his words into the hero’s ears. “When you hear the name Lex Luthor, you will become incredibly aroused. You will feel pleasure that you have never known when you hear those word. When you try to question why you are having these feelings, you will grew aroused to the point where you can’t think. All you will be able to think about is the pleasure you feel and the desire for release.”

He paused for a couple of minutes to let his new instructions get wired into the unsuspecting hero’s mind. Now it was time to test it out. Xander grinned as he said the word, “Lex Luthor”. The effect it had on Superman was amazing. The hero gasped with pleasure as his limp cock started to grow hard. The white cotton of his briefs could not take it as the growing erection ripped right through the underwear leaving it in tatters around his waist.

Xander pursed his lips as he stared at the hypnotised Man of Steel. He couldn’t have Superman ripping his pants apart every time he got an erection. His plan was to have the hero agonizing about his new arousal so that his mind would become even more meable in his hands. Reaching out and tentatively taking the super erection in his hand, Xander grimaced as he tried to squeeze it. It was harder than anything he ever touched before. No, this will not do at all.

“Superman, do you have any weaknesses?” The hypnotist asked the aroused and vulnerable hero.

“Yes, I do,” His voice sounded robotic with no change in the tone. “I am weak to kryptonite. It takes away my powers and can kill me.”

He had never heard of this kryptonite before, but if Superman had been exposed to this mysterious weakness then maybe he could use it to his advantage. Xander paced the room in a deep thought completely unaware that Superman had gone back flaccid. His cock limply hung against the large ball sack.

“Superman, I want you to think about kryptonite. I want you to think very hard about how it feels when you are first exposed. Feel your powers and strength leave your body at the first instance of exposure. Hold on to the feeling and concentrate on what that feels like.”

The result of this order was extraordinary. The Man of Steel groaned as his body started to slump. His exposed muscles seemed to sag as well as their firmness seemed to fade away. Superman swayed side to side like a pendulum as he become powerless in his mind and body.

“When you hear the words “Power Down” you will feel this way until you have cum. Only your orgasm will return your powers to you.” Once again, Xander waited a few minutes to let his new instructions sink into his victim’s mind. These two instructions laid the groundwork for the total domination of Superman. Now it was time to test it out on the unsuspecting hero. “When I snap my fingers you will go back to sleep. You will hear the front door open and think it is a thief. You will transform into Superman and try and stop me.”

With a snap of Xander’s fingers, Superman was back in his bed sleeping like a baby. The hypnotist smiled as he snuck out of the bedroom and back to the front door. He then opened it and slammed it back shut with all of his strength. A strong gust of air and the Man of Steel was in front of him. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, the hero frowned as he recognized Xander. “What are you doing here?” He demanded? “Have you turned to a life of crime?”

Xander pretended to be frightened as he tried to push Superman away from him. It was like trying to push a mountain. The hero grabbed his arm and started to drag him towards the balcony. “I’m afraid that we need to make a trip to the police station.” His deep baritone said with regret.

“Power Down.”

A look of fear crossed Superman’s face as he felt all his strength leave him. The hypnotic implantation in his mind worked perfectly. Letting go of Xander’s arm, the hero stumbled back as he looked around his own apartment for the source of his sudden weakness. “What is happening to me? I feel so weak!”

Xander laughed as he pushed the hero causing him to fall right on his costumed ass. “Lex Luthor sends his regards.”

The effect was mind boggling as the bulge in his red trunks expanded. Unlike his tighty whities, Superman’s costume was as indestructible as he was. So his throbbing erection did not rip through his tights and trunks. That didn’t stop his massive dick from fighting against the spandex confines that made the pleasure Superman was feeling to be more intense.

“Lex…. Luthor?” Superman gasped. Even him saying the name made him feel hornier than he ever felt before in his life. His eyes nearly rolled backwards as a wet spot formed in the middle of his red trunks. “Why am I feeling this way? What have you done to me?”

Xander laughed as he walked over and pressed his foot on the throbbing bulge of his victim. Superman squirmed in a combination of pain and pleasure too weak to resist. He had the ultimate power of the Man of Steel, and Xander was loving every second of it. His new orders were firmly implanted.

Reaching down, the hypnotist started to rub Superman’s crotch. The hero moaned pathetically as he completely slumped to the floor. He didn’t even have the strength to hold himself up anymore as every once of power he had left went straight to maintaining his super erection. That monster cock was the only powerful thing about Superman now.

“Stop, please don’t do this,” The Man of Steel begged between his lustful groans.

It didn’t take long for the hero to cry out as he came in his tights. Xander smirked on how little it took the once mighty Superman to lose control over himself. The red tinge to Superman’s cheeks told him that the hero was embarrassed over his performance as well. It was obvious that Superman had little to no sexual experience. This was something that Xander could use to his advantage to tame the mighty hero.

Once the last shot of cum was shot out, a change came over Superman. His strength returned as he floated back up to his feet. His shame turned into anger as his eyes started to glow red. “I don’t know what you did to me, but I am going to make you pay.”

“Boy Scout!” Xander shouted and Superman froze like a statue. This little experiment was finished and it was time to clean up. He first ordered his slave to strip out of his cum stained costume. While Superman did that, the hypnotist walked into the bedroom and retrieved a few pair of white briefs.

Superman stood naked and swayed as his mind was trapped in the highly suggestible state. Xander slipped the tighty whiteys on the helpless hero and patted his crotch before gathering up the cum stained costume. This was going to be his trophy representing his victory over Superman.

“You will go back to sleep and remember none of this.” Xander instructed. “When you wake, you will go about your normal day.”

A snap of his fingers and Superman was back in his bed sleeping like a baby. The blissful look on his face told nothing of the terrible danger that he was in. Xander had a mental leash on the most powerful hero on the planet. As the hypnotist left with his prize, Superman started to dream about Lex Luthor. His tented briefs were soon to be stained with another load of his cum.

The Hypnotist: Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Xander smiled as he stared down at the hypnotized Clark Kent. He could hardly believe his luck. Before him sat a highly susceptible Superman. The hero in disguise was complete under his power. His blue eyes was glazed over and a bit of drool was formed on his partly open lips. The hypnotist knew that Clark’s admission to him was absolutely true. Is was impossible for subjects to lie when they were that down under. The audience behind him didn’t make a sound as they watched the spinning spiral on the screen to the back of the stage. It was always part of his act to put them under as well without even knowing it. No one knew that Xander uncovered the secret of the century.

It was luck that had put Clark in his hands to begin with. Xander had initially set his sights on Lois Lane. The female report has a thorn and a problem to many people. From high up to politicians to criminals, she had exposed many in her investigative reporting. With Lois under his control, he would have been able to charge these people a fortune to have their secrets safe. Yet fate had delivered Clark Kent into his hands instead. Superman was a much better prize than Lois Lane. Lex Luthor alone would pay billions to have control over the do gooder. His brilliant mind began to form a plan on how to obtain incredible power.

He wanted to crush Superman’s mind then and there, but Xander knew that he had to be careful. The hero was the most powerful and if anyone could resist his hypnotic powers, it would be Superman. “Superman?” His smooth deep voice asked testing to see how his victim would respond.

“Yessss,” The unsuspecting hero answered.

Perfect, Xander thought to himself. “You will remember the current state that you are in. When I say the words, “Boy Scout”, you will return to this state and await my instructions.”

The instructions sank in with no resistance. Perhaps this was going to be easier than he thought. Regardless, Xander intended to take things nice and slow until Superman’s resistance was crushed. He would lead the hero down a path of submission and destruction and by the time the hero suspected anything it would be too late. Having the powerful hero under his control gave him a very nice feeling of ultimate control. His racket of uncovering secrets of the rich and powerful and using them for his own gain just became a lot bigger. This time the stakes were the highest with the best prize with his grasp.

Turning back to the audience, Xander smiled as he saw their blank expressions. They were just under his power as much as Superman. “Ladies and Gentlemen, before I wake you, you will do two things. First you will rave about this show and tell all your friends to attend. Tell them this is the best show you had ever seen and they should buy tickets. Second, any news about Superman, you will start to think that he is a poor hero. You will yearn to humiliate him and any humiliation or defeat that Superman suffers will make you happy. When I snap my fingers, you will awaken.”

His fingers snapped and the audience’s eyes popped open. They had no idea what had happened or about the mental suggestions that he had implanted in his mind. Smiles came over their faces as they looked at Clark Kent sitting in the chair slightly swaying. “As you can see, I have Mr. Kent under my control. Shall we see what I can make him do?”

The cheers of the audience thundered across the room. They had been enthusiastic before but this was a whole new level. It was is if deep down they knew that Xander had Superman under his control. Even Lois was cheering and whistling like she was at a pep rally.

“Stand up, Mr. Kent,” Xander ordered.

The big lug lumbered up to his feets as his body swayed from the deep state of unconsciousness that he was in. Taking a closer look at the unsuspecting reporter, Xander immediately saw the resemblance to Superman. It was amazing how a pair of glasses could change your whole look. It was now time to test his ment hold over the hero.

“When I snap my fingers, you will come out of this state of deep relaxation. You will think you are a chicken and act like one. Three, two, one.” His fingers snapped and Clark looked around sheepishly. The hot lights of the stage made him blink uncertainty as the audience waited with anticipation. “Why don’t you tell the audience your name,” Xander suggested as he also was anxious to see what would happen. He had taken down powerful men before but this was his first superhero to be under his control.

Clark opened his mouth to reply, but instead he clucked like a chicken. “Cock-a-doodle-do.”

The audience burst into laughter to the point of tears. The shade of red that his face turned was something that Xander relished. He always thought Superman to being cocky and full of himself and inflicting this small amount of humiliation was a joy for him. It was a joy for the rest of the audience as well. His hypnotic suggestion to enjoy any humiliation inflicted on Superman unconsciously transferred to Clark Kent as well. They laughed to the point of crying and several ladies had to rush to the restroom as they undoubtedly peed themselves.

“I want you to walk from this far end of the stage to the other end and back to the center of the stage,” Xander instructed next.  

No resistance at all, as Clark folded his arms as they were wings and strutted across the stage acting like a chicken. The roar of laughter caused the reporter so much discomfort but he was unable to stop himself. Xander’s hold over him was even too powerful for the mighty Superman to shake off.

One thing Xander noticed when Clark returned to him was that the bulge in his pants seemed to be a little bigger than normal. He kept the observation to himself and the audience could not see because of the distance from them to the stage. It seemed Superman was getting a sexual thrill of being humiliated like this. Could the big strong hero have a secret fetish that he had been hiding from the world. He resisted his urge to cop a feel to see if his theory was correct. That would have to wait until next time.

The hypnotist put his newest victim through a few more humiliating acts as Clark was incapable of doing anything but to act like a chicken. The audience ate it up with glee causing the reporter even more discomfort. The best part was that Clark knew what was going on, but was unable to put a stop to it. Despite of all of Superman’s amazing powers, his mind seemed to be quite weak. Xander knew exactly how to take advantage of this weakness.

Once he had enough, the hypnotist raised his hands up for silence. They could have heard a dime dropping as everything stopped in the room. “Give a hand for Clark Kent. He has been a great sport even with his reputation of being a boy scout.”

The word was said and Clark immediately went back into his deep state of relaxation. His eyes glazed over as his muscular body swayed back and forth. Keeping his words away from the microphones, the hypnotist leaned in close to give his next instructions. “After the show, you will receive an invitation to meet me backstage,” He whispered softly. “You will accept this invitation.”

A snap of his fingers and Clark was back to normal. His reddened face smile sheepishly as Xander congratulated him for being a great sport. They shook hands and sent him back to his seat where a happy Lois waited. No one not even Superman suspected anything at all.

Clark stumbled down the steps of the stage trying to cover the blushes on his face. He could not believe that he did all those things in front of everyone. He didn’t know what to expect when he was picked to be part of the show. As he went back to his seat, the people around him laughed and pointed. They seemed to get great joy over his ‘performance’ on stage. As long as everyone had a good time, that is what counted. He thought trying to find a silver lining over his cloud.

Lois was ecstatic as well as she grinned at him. She was still giggling as he sat down next to her. “Oh my, you were fantastic Smallville,” She said trying to get over her fit of giggles. “I can’t believe that you were acting like a chicken.”

Having the woman that he loved more than life itself laughing at him made Clark a little uncomfortable. Yet he tried to put a smile on his face and laugh with her. “Yes, it was not what I expected at all,” He agreed sheepishly.

“I am going to have to call Perry and see if we can get this in tomorrow’s paper. “Farmboy Reporter Returns To His Roots as Chicken Kent.” I wonder if this show is taped? We could even get it on the Six O’clock News.”

Clark shifted uncomfortable at her suggestion. He felt she was taking this too far and the last thing he wanted was for this experience to go viral. Working hard to establish himself as a serious journalist, if word got out it would make it that much harder to do his work. “Let it go, Lois. It wasn’t that funny,” He said trying to get her to forget the idea.

The rest of the show continued and Xander performed at top form. The audience absolutely loved it with their oohs and laughter. More people were brought up on stage and they too were put under and made to do humiliating things, but the audience’s reaction weren’t nearly as great as his own experience on stage. Clark tried to pay attention and enjoy himself, but he constantly felt eyes on him and could have sworn people were pointing and laughing at him still.

Xander came out for the final bow and Clark was relieved that the show was finally over. This whole experience had been a nightmare for him. All he wanted to do was to go home and try to forget that this ever happened.  Unlike him, Lois seemed to have the time of her life. She laughed just as hard as everyone and as the room lights came back on she was still raving about the show.

“Wow, that was the best show I had ever seen,” She gushed. “No wonder it was so hard to get tickets”

“Sure,” Clark replied showing more enthusiasm that he felt.

Lois saw right through his facade and patted his cheek. “Stop pouting, Smallville. It was all in good fun and you weren’t the only one called on stage. You really need to relax and stop acting so still all the time.”

He opened his mouth to reply when a smartly dressed man approached them. “Mr. Kent? I am the manager of this theatre. Xander wanted me to invite you backstage to meet him. He does this will everyone who is kind enough to be a part of his show. If you would follow me, then I will escort you to him now.”

Clark wanted to refused and be done with this experience. He opened his mouth to refuse, but instead found himself nodding instead. “Sure, I would be happy to meet him,” He said politely accepting the invitation.

Lois grinned as she grabbed her purse. “I can’t wait to meet him,” She gushed as she prepared to follow.

The Manager held his hand out. “I’m sorry, Ms. Lane, but the invitation was for Mr. Kent alone.”

Pouting, Lois softly punched Clark on his arm. “Sometimes, I hate you Smallville. Make sure you get his autograph for me.”

Clark nodded slowly as he followed the manager. Why did he say yes? The last thing he wanted was to meet the man who completely humiliated him. He had a feeling of dread that he just could not explain. Maybe Lois was right and he was being overly sensitive. After all, he wasn’t the only one who had been called to stage. By the time he got backstage to the door of the dressing room, he resolved not to take his frustrations of the experience on the hypnotist. It really wasn’t his fault.

A knock on the door and he was face to face with Xander. “Thanks for being a part of my show, Mr. Kent.” His soothing deep voice said as they shook hands while the manager excused himself and shut the door behind them. “It takes a big man to do something like this.”

A shiver of fear ran down his spine as their hands touched. Clark quickly suppressed it as he put on his best smile. “Anything to help enhance the show,” He said lightly wanting to make this meeting as short as possible.

A smile came over Xander’s face as he said, “Boy Scout.”

Clark felt himself plunge into darkness as his mind shut off. A feeling of deep relaxation suddenly came over him as he returned to the void.

Xander grinned as he looked at the helpless hero. That smile of pure evil frightened Clark but he was unable to resist. “I must admit that I was surprised to have Superman on stage with me,” The hypnotist said as he purred with delight. The connection that this man knew his greatest secret didn’t even register in his mind as he stared at nothing in the distance. His body was as stiff as a statue and the cloud in his mind was so thick that movement was impossible. “I think it is time for the next step of your treatment.”

The hypnotist stepped forward and slowly took the glasses from the stupefied hero. Alarms should have been ringing in his mind, but instead he just stood there. He felt a hand on his hair as Xander pulled down a curl to the middle of his forehead. “So it’s true. You really are Superman.”

In the distance that felt like a million miles away, a knock sounded in the middle of the void. A brief look of annoyance came over Xander’s face as he put Clark’s glasses back on his face. “You will return home tonight and go straight to bed. You will leave the door unlocked and will not wake up for anything.”

Unknown to Clark, the hypnotist had pulled out the reporter’s wallet and quickly scribbled down his address. A snap to the fingers, he felt himself pulled from the void and standing there shaking hands with no memory of what took place.

“I’m sorry to cut this short, Mr. Kent,” Xander said with the same smile that send shivers of fear down his spine. “Thank you for being part of my show. I hope our next meeting will be longer.”

Clark was relieved to be able to leave. He rushed from the dressing room with the same feeling of dread that had been plaguing him all night. If he could have seen the evil smile on Xander’s face, he would have reason to be even more afraid.

The Hypnotist: Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Clark felt a little nervous as he sat at a small table in a dinner theatre. There was no reason for him to be, but he couldn’t help but feel that something bad was going to happen tonight. Adjusting his glasses, he quickly scanned the room with his x-ray vision. What nobody in the room knew was that Clark Kent was in reality Superman. His scan found nothing, and he tried to shake off the feeling of doom. Yet the feeling refused to go away.

Lois Lane sat next to him looking radiant as ever. She smiled at him while squeezing his hand underneath the table. “What’s wrong with you, Smallville? This is supposed to be fun. Remember that three letter word?”

His girlfriend was right of course. They were supposed to be having fun tonight. Their latest assignment for The Daily Planet had taken over both of their lives. Lois and Clark were looking into the business dealings of Lex Luthor. The business tycoon’s power could be felt anywhere in Metropolis. As the owner and CEO of Lexcorp, Luthor had connections from the Mayor and every politician from high to low. There even had been whispers that there was some influence even on The President of The United States.

“This is not exactly my idea of fun, Ms. Lane,” Clark admitted ruefully. Instead of the usual theatre dinner show that played in the theatre, tonight featured a famous hypnotist, Xandar The Powerful. Since the opening of the show, it had quickly become the latest craze all over Metropolis. In fact, Lois had to pull quite a bit of strings to get tickets to tonight’s show.

“Give it a chance, Smallville,” Lois said reassuringly. “All the critics have been raving about the show.  In fact there hasn’t been a bad review about it yet. We’ve been working 24/7 on this Luthor story nonstop and it’s time that both of us got a break. So for the next 2 hours, I want you to relax and enjoy yourself.”

Clark’s heart soared when he looked into her beautiful eyes. The moment he laid his eyes on her, he knew that he was in love. Love at first sight was something out of a story or a fairytale, and Clark had no idea how to explain it, but never the less it had happened to him.  Most men would be intimidated dated such a strong confident woman. In fact Lois was considered to the top reporter in the industry. Perry White, their chief editor, bent over backwards to make sure she was happy. Not a day went by where there was a new job offer from the other media outlets.

“I’ll give it a try,” He reassured giving her hand a gentle squeeze back. That feeling of doom came back but Clark pushed it down with a smile fixed on his face. “I promise.”

The lights dimmed as the chatter across the theatre went down to a murmur. There were sounds of oohs and aahs as the curtains slowly opened and the lights above them flickered like lightning with a dozen colors. Clark had to admit that he was impressed as the feeling of doom started to fade. His blue eyes looked up at the lights as they seemed to dance across the room. Despite his reservations for this kind of show, he found himself smiling. Perhaps Lois was right and this was exactly what he needed to help relax. His girlfriend knew about the stress and pressures of working on the Luthor story, but she didn’t know about his work as Superman. It was the only secret that he did not feel comfortable sharing. Too many of his loved ones could be in grave danger if his secret identity were to be revealed. He had to be certain the he could truly trust her before that day came.

The whole room exploded with applause as Xandar The Powerful came out on the stage. The enthusiasm of the room was contagious and despite his reservations, Clark was clapping just like everyone else. The colorful lights kept flickering above them. The celebrity hypnotist seemed larger than life as he walked to the center of the stage. His neatly combed dark hair looked even blacker than Clark’s own raven locks with a hint of white at the temples. Wearing an expensive three piece suit, it was clear that underneath were bulging muscles. Even though he had never been sexually attractive to another man, there was something about Xander that sent an electric bolt of excitement through his body.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Xander said as he raised his hands to quiet the applause.  As soon as his hands were raised, every hand in the room stopped clapping. Every eyes watched the handsome older man with such intensity. Even Clark stared with his mouth slightly open with anticipation. As the hypnotist looked across the audience, their eyes locked together. A chill ran down his spine as he found himself lost in those piercing green eyes. For a brief second, the rest of the room vanished and it was just the two of them. A dozen emotions ran through Clarks mind ranging from admiration to fear. Then as soon as it started, time sped up and he found himself back in reality.

“For the first part of the show, I would like to call a random member of the audience to the stage. I assure you that the person I will pick is a complete stranger.” Xander continued to the delight of all the audience members.

Clark blinked as he suddenly felt the heat of a spotlight over his head. He looked around as his face reddened as every eye on the room was on him. Lois laughed as she clapped her hands with delight.

“Sir, would you please come up to the stage,” Xander said with a grin on his face.

He raised his hands in objection not wanting to participate in the show. Clark made his shoulder hunch down even more as usual trying to hide his impressive muscular physique. “No, no, no,” He said with a sheepish smile.

“Come on, Smallville!” Lois shouted to be heard over the urging of the audience to go on the stage. “Get the stick out of your ass and have fun for the first time in your life.”

Clark was about to object again when his eyes darted over to Xander who stood on the stage silently. Those eyes of his seemed so gentle, yet so trusting at the same time. Part of him wanted to make the older man happy and to never disappoint him. He was unaware of the dancing lights above his head. Something deep in his soul warned him of participating. He shouldn’t draw this much attention on himself.

Despite his better judgement, Clark smiled sheepishly as he stood up. The audience cheered their approval as they clapped and shouted with delight. Lois was cheering just as loud as everyone else as she nodded encouragingly. “Go Smallville!”

Xander was even more impressive close up than he was far away. Even though Clark stood half a head taller than him, the older man seemed to loom over him. They shook hands and the reporter felt a small jolt of shock as their hands met. Even though the heat of the stage lights didn’t bother him, he felt a little light headed.

The hypnotist led Clark to the center stage and softly pushed him down into a chair. “Just relax and have fun,” He whispered softly with his lips hardly moving.  Turning back to the audience, Xander held up his hands for silence. Behind him a screen as wide as the stage itself lowered down unbeknownst to Clark. “I will need complete silence as I bring our volunteer in a state of deep hypnosis.”

A hush fell over the audience as they watched intently. The screen flickered on and a red spiral started to turn. The lights above them danced as Zander turned his full attention on the nervous reporter. A golden watch was taken out of his pocket and Clark found his eyes drawn to the watch. The watch started to move side to side like the pendulum of an old grandfather clock. As he watched, the reporter felt as if a mountain of stress left his body. His eyes started to droop, his shoulders slumped, and it was a struggle to stay alert. All he could see was the watch as the audience watching, the room, even Xander faded away. Clark found himself floating in a sea of nothing as he started at the watch slowly growing in size in front of him.

“That’s it, Mr. Kent,” Xander’s voice said soothingly in the empty vaults of the nothingness. “Just relax and keep your eye on the watch. Time is slowing down and as time slows, you will feel more and more relaxed.”

Mr. Kent? Clark didn’t remember telling the hypnotist his name. The feeling of dread that he felt earlier came back with a vengeance as he suddenly realized that this could be a trap. His reporting had earned him almost as many enemies as Superman had. Anyone of them could have hired Xander to mess with his mind.

His alarm faded away as Clark continued to follow the movement of the watch. Side to side. Back and Forth. His baby blue eyes could not take his eyes of the golden orb as he floated in the air. His body felt so limp and relaxed as if he didn’t have a care in the world. It felt so good to give in, so right.  A soundless sigh escaped his lips.

“I am going to count backwards and you will feel yourself slowly sinking into a deep state of relaxation. Each level of relaxation, your body will start to go limp from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet.”

Side to side. Back and forth. The watch was as large as Clark was as his eyes followed it without breaking. It was a beautiful object and he longed to reach out and touch it. Yet his body refused to move as he floated in the air. There was nothing but the watch and it felt so good to watch it.

10

The muscles in his neck felt like jelly as his head sagged forward on his chest. His eyes still followed the watch as every muscle from his head to his neck relaxed in a way that he never thought possible. All thoughts in his mind stopped right in their tracks as the feeling of relaxation overwhelmed him. It felt so good, so right and he wanted this feeling to last forever.

9

His arms hung uselessly at his side as the feeling of relaxation released the tension in his shoulders. Like soft electric bolts of lighting, the feeling ran down his arms to his biceps, forearms, and to the tips of his fingers. The sleeves of his jacket and shirt vanished revealed the sculpted muscles of his arms. With nothing but the coolness of the air touching his bare skin, Clark felt himself going down deeper.

8

His breathing started to slow down to a measured rhythm. The rest of his shirt and jacked vanished leaving his torso complete bare. Phantom fingers caressed the massive mounds of muscles on his chest tickling his quarter shaped nipples lost in the dark forest of hair. The hair trailed down to his rock hard abdominals that any body builder would kill to have. Every muscle in his torso relaxed like his arms as Clark felt himself floating closer to the massive swinging watch. The golden watch began to spin as his eyes followed their every movement.

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His pants and underwear vanished leaving Clark only clad in his dress socks and shoes. Normally he would have been mortified at his nakedness. He had always been bashful about his body. Even though it was a muscled work of perfection, Clark rarely ever walked around completely naked even in his own apartment. Not even Lois had seen him in all his glory. His soft yet hung cock and balls started to enjoy the feeling of relaxation. At its smallest, his family jewels were the size of the most endowed porn star. Yet Clark never felt any pride of having a huge cock and balls. He always felt his grotesque size made him a freak. This time there were none of the insecurities that he felt about his naked body. The feeling of relaxation invaded the muscles of his legs causing him to float even closer to the spinning golden watch. He never felt like this before and wanted this feeling to last forever.

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Clark gasped as he felt an electric bolt him him right in the balls. His massive limp cock began to pulse and grow as he felt pleasure in his state of relaxation. The 10 inches of softness grew with each second of pure relaxation softly caressed his practically nude body. It didn’t take long for Clark to be fully erect as his 17 inch steel rod stood straight up in the air. A drop of clear precum formed on the mushroom head like a pearl in an oyster. It felt so good to relax like this as his mind completely shut down. It felt so right.

5

His ass cheeks quivered with delight as he felt the coolness of the air move between them to find his virgin hole puckering with anticipation. Clark felt so vulnerable but the pleasure of his helpless state made it alright. Without even thinking, his hands moved back and spread his ass cheeks so that more of his hole could be revealed. Part of him wished to be penetrated as his throbbing cock slapped against his eight pack abdominals.

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One of his fingers brushed against his hole and slowly pushed inside. Clark gasped as pleasure that he never thought possible exploded across his body. His finger pistoned in and out of his hole while his other hand wrapped itself around his pulsating cock and started to stroke. He was almost to the watch now and the flow of air shooting from the spinning orb of gold caressed his naked body bringing him more pleasure.

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Stroking and poking, Clark felt his sock and shoes vanish as the aura of relaxation extended to the rest of his body. Each of his toes felt like something was sucking on them even as he felt the phantom fingers tugging on his hard nipples. In fact it felt like his whole body was burning with pleasure as the discovery of erogenous zones caused soundless gasps to continuously escape his lips. This was the best feeling that he ever felt in his entire life and he hoped that it would last forever.

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Propelled forward towards the spinning watch, Clark continued to finger his asshole while masterbated. He didn’t even flinch as he was slowly pulled towards the center of the spinning gold. He passed right through the outside cover of the pocket watch as he found himself surrounded by a golden light. His entire body went limp as it hovered in the center of the watch.

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With a soundless gasp, Clark started to convulse as his throbbing cock exploded in a powerful orgasm. His eyes grew wide as the immense pleasure slammed through his indestructible body with a heat stronger than a thousand suns. His entire body was drenched with his seed that immediately was absorbed into his skin. There was an audible click as his body shut down. Floating in the golden aura, Clark reached the point of complete relaxation.

“Can you hear me, Mr. Kent?” Xander’s voice asked calmly.

“Yes,” He replied softly basking in the joys of relaxation.

“There is something blocking your road to complete relaxation.” The hypnotist’s voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. “A secret that has never been revealed. Tell me this secret and you will achieve the relaxation that you have yearned for all your life.”

Unaware of the danger that he was in, Clark knew that he must reveal what he has never told anyone. His yearning to keep this feeling forever combined with the blankness of his mind caused him to cross the line of no return. “I am Superman,” He whispered softly. As his secret was revealed, Clark felt himself sink into the depths of pure relaxation. He would never be the same again.

Joker’s Circus: Green Arrow

Chapter 5

Floating in the neverending darkness, Green Arrow wondered what was going on. The fabric of his former reality was slipping through his fingers. The pains of the past battles, the mental anguish of resisting the combined effects of Scarecrow and Mad Hatter, even his identity vanished from his mind. Devoid of any thoughts at all, the hero felt relaxed and at peace for the first time in his life.

In the far distance, a small speck of light started to shine. Green Arrow stared at it in wonder. What was that? He had been in the darkness for so long that he could not comprehend. A gentle warmed seemed to pull him through the darkness. The speck of light grew larger and larger until it blinded the confused hero. He realized too late that he was being pulled into the light. Holding up his hands in front of his face, his mouth opened in a soundless scream. The light consumed him completely.

Ollie opened his eyes and blinked in confusion. He was standing in front of a house. It looked like a normal house in the suburbs of Star City. Kids rode their bikes on the streets shouting at each other. A school bus slowly drove by filled with kids happy that school was out. He looked down at himself and looked in wonder at his clothes. He wore a pair of jeans, a green t-shirt, and a letterman jacket. What was going on? Where was he? Looking at his reflection in the window, the hero received his second surprise. The kid that stared back at him looked like him, but could barely be considered a man. His baby face features seemed out of place on him, especially without his goatee, yet somehow he realized that he doesn’t know how he should look like. After a couple seconds had passed, it seemed to Ollie this is how he should always look like.

The young man was filled with apprehension as he opened the front door to his house. As he walked inside, Ollie unslung his backpack and dropped it to the ground. In the living room, his father sat on the couch watching television.

Taking a deep breath, Ollie stepped into the living room and gathered up his courage. “Dad, can I talk to you?” It was either now or never.

“Can’t you see I’m watching my show?” His father snapped irritably.

Staring at his father, the young man was confused. His chalk white skin, green hair, and huge ruby red smile seemed so out of place on the older man. Yet his confusion melted away as his mind automatically accepted that this is how his father should look. Any alternative was simply not possible.

“It’s really important dad,” Ollie insisted. If he didn’t talk to him right now, he would lose his nerve.

Dad rolled his eyes and nodded impatiently. “Fine. The commercials are on. Make it quick.”

It was either now or never. “I want to join the circus,” He blurted out.

A look of rage exploded on his father’s face. “WHAT! Not this again!”

“What’s all the yelling for?” His mother’s voice called from the kitchen. The smells of dinner cooking flooded the room.

Dad leaped from his lazy boy chair and faced the kitchen. “YOUR son wants to be a circus freak!” He bellowed on the top of his lungs.

The sound of pots and pans falling to the ground was followed by running footsteps. His mother looked at the point of tears as she rushed into the room. Like his father, her skin was chalk white with a hideous smile that looked out of place on the rest of her horrified face. In fact with the exception of her long green hair that was put into a bun, his mother and father looked exactly alike.

“Why would you want to do something like this?” Mom exclaimed as tears formed in her eyes. “Did we do something to cause this?”

Ollie held up his hands. He knew it would come to this. His parents just didn’t understand him. “This is my dream, mom. I want to join the circus. Why can’t you understand?”

Bursting into tears, mom ran from the room with her hands covering her face. Dad frowned as he looked furious with the exception of his huge grin. “See what you have done! You made your mother cry. Get up to your room right this minute, young man. I will be up there to deal with you in a few minutes.”

“I hate you all!” Ollie screeched as he turned and ran up the stairs. Slamming the door to his bedroom, he sank on his bed staring that the poster that was centered on the wall. Joker the Great. He was the best clown that there ever was. Ever since his parents took him to the circus when he was six and Ollie saw Joker performing, he knew instantly that he wanted to be a clown like him. His lifelong dream was to join the circus and train under Joker as his apprentice.

The door burst open and there his father stood with a stern look on his face. “I have had enough of your shenanigans, young man.  No son of mine is going to join the circus.”

“You can’t control me, Dad” Ollie snapped back. “I’m going to join the circus whether you like it or not.”

“We’ll just see about that!” Dad roared back as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from his waist. “Get undressed this instant!”

The young man felt himself go pale. Oh no, he thought in horror. His hands trembled as he pulled off his letterman jacket. He wanted to bed and plead for a different punishment, but he knew that it was a waste of time and energy. When Dad got to this point any resistance would just make the punishment much much worse.

Pulling off his shirt, his six-pack abdominals and muscular chest were now exposed. Much more developed than any teenager and it confused him for a second. Was I ever this built at this age? The momentary confusion vanished as Ollie unbuttoned his pants. As they fell down to his ankles, his tight white briefs were no exposed.

In his mind, Ollie knew that he had been punished like this before, yet his body started to react as if this was the first. Before his pants hit the floor, the white cotton of his briefs was tented out with a rock hard erection. He was so frightened and yet so turned on at the same time. The young man tried to pull off his jeans but realized that he had forgotten to take off his shoes. He tried lifting up his foot but was caught in the jeans around his ankles. Hopping around, he fumbled with the laces as his cock rubbed against its cotton prison. A wet spot started to form on his briefs.

When his pants and shoes, were finally taken off, Ollie faced his angry father with his fingers on the waistband of his underwear. Taking a deep breath, he pulled the briefs down causing his erection of bob up and down in freedom. A few drops of pre-cum flew from the mushroom head through the air and landed on his bed. Now he was completely naked, and the young man shivered in anticipation. It was supposed to be a punishment, but never did he feel so horny and turned on in his entire life.

His dad grabbed his arm and threw him on the bed. Ollie moaned as his body weight trapped his teeming erection between him and the bed enhancing the pleasure he was already feeling. Lifting the belt high up in the air, his father pushed down hurling the belt against the quivering cheeks of his ass. Ollie cried out in both pain and pleasure as his face contorted. He desperately wants to cover his cheeks with his hands but knew that it would make the punishment worse.

The belt came down again and again against his unprotected ass with the full fury of his father felt with each blow. Ollie cried into his pillow feeling not only the physical pain but the pain of disappointing his father. Each swing of the belt flew through the air and landed on his ass in slow motion as red and purple bruises formed on his muscular cheeks.

There was an element that he didn’t expect. Despite the pain and humiliation, Ollie also experienced pleasure. His cock felt so hard that he was surprised that his rod did not rip through the covers, sheets, and mattress. He could feel the wetness of his excitement growing steadily sticking to his groin, stomach, and thighs. The pressure in his balls grew stronger and stronger until it was ready to burst like a dam.

NO! NOT YET! IT IS TOO EARLY!

Ollie gasped as the voice echoed in his mind. What was that? Where did it come from? His confusion quickly vanished as he realized that his father had stopped spanking him. Turning his head, he looked up at that white skinned stern but smiling face with tears still running down his cheeks.

“If I ever hear any more of this nonsense of you wanting to join the circus, I will beat the living shit out of you. Think about that while you spend the night without supper.”

The door slammed leaving Ollie alone weeping on his bed. He glanced up at his Joker poster and took his still throbbing cock in his hand. Joker was so powerful and handsome, everything that he always wanted to be. His hand stroked faster and faster as his blue eyes stared into that sexy smiling face. As the pressure started to build once more, Ollie had made up his mind. His body shook as he arched his back. As the first shot of cum arched in the air and landed on his face, the young man collapsed on his bed as the pleasure of his most powerful orgasm overcame him.

More ropes of cum erupted from his quivering cock and quickly covered his naked body. Ollie never took his eyes off of his Joker poster for a second as the intensity of his orgasm turned into the serenity of a post-orgasmic bliss. He made up his mind right then and there. He would run away from home and join the circus whether he liked it or not.

 

August Newsletter

Happy Summer!

I am sure that some of you have noticed that I have gone quiet for the last month. A lot has been going on in my personal life with many great changes. I am glad to say that most of these changes have been for the better and I am in a much happier place than I have been in years. Even with everything that has happened, I have been writing and working hard to create stories that will keep you wanting more. You will see an increase of posts on my website and Patreon in the next few weeks showcasing what I have accomplished so far this summer.

Survivor: Green Arrow will be posted on my main website and there are several chapters left until it’s hot conclusion. After that, I will be posting a hot new story that has been previewed on my Patreon site called The Hypnotist. Clark Kent is attending a show featuring a hypnotist and finds himself volunteered for the show. Unknown to our hero, he is put under and reveals his deepest darkest secret that Clark Kent is Superman. This is just a first part of a series that will hit all the hottest heroes in the DC Universe. Stay tuned for more to come on both sites.

I am working hard to publish two new books on Amazon. The first is Puma and The Tiger, the sequel to Puma and The Eagle. It will be a few weeks until I know for certain of the publication date. The highest tier of my Patreon will be able to preview this hot story and give feedback before the final touches are made and the book cover is commissioned. The other story that is close to publication and also being previewed on Patreon is The Curse of The Catboy. This story follows the villain Catboy who is after Superiorboy bent on revenge due to the death of his twin brother. Revenge will be as sweet as milking the hot redhead superhero of all his powers and abilities.

Finally, I am ready to put together a team of beta readers who wish to assist in perfecting my stories before publication. Not only will this team get to preview all my stories, but they will be able to give feedback and help make my stories even better than before. If you are interested in being part of this team email me at todd@todd-fleming.com.

I hope everyone is having a fantastic summer. Be sure to visit my website at www.todd-fleming.com and my Patreon at patreon.com/ToddFleming to read all the hot stories that is coming your way! Stay sexy everyone and thanks for reading.

The Sandman Saga Chapter 8

An Auction a day leaves Batman and Robin jailed all the way

The buzz in the main ballroom of Wayne Manor was constant as people packed in taking their seats. The social parties the Bruce hosted was always the social event of the year. Between his charity auctions, balls, and sit down dinners, everyone invited always made sure to come. This time was slightly different. Since the announcement that Bruce was leaving Gotham and selling all his possessions, everyone who was anyone scrambled to get an invitation.

The Sandman smiled from behind the curtain. Everything was in place. A stage had been set up at the far end of the ballroom. At either end of the corner of the stage near the front was a cloth covered statue. The auctioneer came to greet the crowd with a lavish smile and a small bow. It was strange that Bruce Wayne was nowhere in sight, not that it mattered once the auction began. Every heirloom, priceless collection, and expensive babble was up for grabs. The bidding was fierce as the vultures of high society battled with their bids to get their greedy hands on Wayne’s things.  

The villain smiled as he looked over to see Batman watching from behind the curtain with him. Robin was right next to his mentor with anguish all over his face. All of their worldly possessions were being bought right before their very eyes and they were helpless to do anything about it. It was a fitting part of his revenge against the Dynamic Duo.

“Enjoying yourself, Batman?” The Sandman asked as he softly stroked the hero’s muscular chest.

The Caped Crusader was not amused as he glared at the villain who completely destroyed him. “I will make you pay for this!” He whispered through clenched teeth. The Sandman frown and Batman yelped softly in fear. All anger melted away as he bowed his head submissively. “I’m sorry, sir.” The hero whispered as he shivered.

“Don’t worry, it will soon be over.”

The look on Batman’s face was priceless. His transformation from a feared hero to a sniveling submissive coward was complete. He would never be able to fight crime again and neither would Robin. The Sandman used his dust and sexual pleasure to completely rewire their minds. The Dynamic Duo would submit to any man they met. Any demand of them would be given without a second thought.

It only took a couple of hours to auction off all of Bruce’s things. The bidding was fierce and anything and everything was sold off. Little did the people know that every dollar went right into The Sandman’s pockets. When the last piece of furniture was finally sold, the real party was about to begin.

The lights went down dim and music began to play. Everyone looked around in surprise as the balloons floating up at the ceiling all popped at once. Purple dust slowly fell on the unsuspecting guests as one by one they all fell to the effects.

The Sandman stepped out on the stage holding up his arms in triumph. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a few more items to auction off before the party ends, but first let me bring out our special guest, Batman and Robin!”

The crowd gasped in fear as the Dynamic Duo walked on the stage. They had heard the rumors that the heroes had gone rogue and robbed some of the largest banks in Gotham City. Once they would have looked at them with admiration and pride, but those days were gone.

Batman and Robin barely looked like themselves. Their shoulders were slumped down and their eyes downcast. Their normal steps of confidence were replaced with fear and indecision. They looked like rabbits being hunted from every direction.

A stern look from The Sandman can The Caped Crusader cleared his throat. “I know you have heard rumors that Robin and I have been robbing banks. Let me assure you that these rumors are completely true. We have turned to a life of crime and it is The Sandman who captured us.”

A wave of quiet murmurs filled the room as the shock of Batman’s admission rocked everyone. Their heads were so altered by the purple dust that there was no doubt that the fallen hero was telling the truth.

The Sandman raised his arms to quiet the shock of the crowd. “Before I turn these criminals into the police, I have decided that they should do a little community service before serving their time in jail. Tonight we will be auctioning off each of their costumes and the proceeds will go to those who were affected by their robberies.”

It was a crock of shit, of course. Sandman fully intended to pocket the money for himself. The full effect of the purple dust was in effect as the highest society of Gotham stared at the fallen heroes with undisguised lust. Even the auctioneer grabbed Robin’s ass as he stepped up to the podium.

The bidding started with The Dynamic Duo’s utility belts. The prospect of getting a piece of the hero’s costume caused the bids to be higher than even the most expensive of Bruce Wayne’s belongings. People rushed to the phone to call their banks to have more money sent over to them. Batman and Robin had looks of horror on their faces as they stood there shifting their feet nervously. Both wanted to run away, but disobeying The Sandman was beyond their willpower.

As the bids hit half a million dollars, the doors to the ballroom exploded open. All eyes that were glued to the two heroes turned towards the source of the explosions. Chaos erupted as The Riddler, Joker, Penguin, and Catwoman laughed as they burst into the room.

Sandman’s smile faltered a little bit as the villains invade his party. It was an unfortunate setback, but nothing that he couldn’t handle. As the party crashers came up to the stage, he stepped forward. “Welcome,” His deep voice said without a hint of irritation. Before the villains could react, his hands flew forward sending his purple dust right into the faces. Their eyes glazed over as the dust began to affect them. “The Batman and Robin auction was just starting,” He continued as if nothing happened. “Take a seat.”

Amazingly enough, the four villains did exactly as they were told. If Batman and Robin could not resist the dastardly effects of the gas, they didn’t have a chance. The bidding resumed as if nothing had happened. With the villains bidding, the amount easily went over two million dollars. Ultimately it was Riddler who won the bidding for Robin’s utility belt. The question mark clad villain giggled insanely as he leaped up on the stage.

The young sidekick whimpered slightly as Riddler walked up to him. His green shorts were tented with a huge erection and a damp patch of his excitement was slowly growing. The villain’s fingers softly brushed across the trapped throbbing hard on causing Robin to moan with pleasure. Grabbing the boy by his utility belt, Riddler pulled the Boy Wonder close to his own body as he bent down to put their lips almost touching.

“Holy Molestation!” Robin groaned as his body shook. His fist clenched as a part of him wanted to fight back. Yet resistance was impossible for him. All he could do was submit as the dastardly villain unbuckled his utility belt slowly.

The Riddler stroked the helpless heroes cheek with a lustful smile on his face. “You better hope that you never fall into my hands.”

The Boy Wonder shivered from a combination of pleasure and fear. Without his utility belt, he felt all the more vulnerable. The Riddler swung the belt and smacked the young hero on his ass. Robin cried out as his trapped cock started to spasm and shoot out his creamy seed. The wet patch on his green trunks grew as the hero’s face reddened from the humiliation. The crowd laughed making it even more unbearable for him.

The next bid was for Batman’s utility belt. The frenzy was just as great for his sidekick’s belt. The Caped Crusader stood there helplessly unable to fight against the dastardly effects of the purple dust. It was Catwoman who won the bid as she slinked seductively up to the stage. Batman’s trunks were just as tented as Robin’s green shorts. Yet as the beautiful female villain pulled herself close to his muscular body, his cock instantly shriveled up as his bulge shrank to almost non-existence.

Catwoman rolled her eyes as she unbuckled Batman’s belt. “It looks like the bat isn’t in the belfry,” She purred. “Maybe if I were a little boy, he would wake up.”

Batman’s face burned with humiliation as the audience laughed at him. He wanted to shout that he wasn’t gay, but it wasn’t like anyone would believe him. Catwoman was one of the most beautiful women in the world and his cock didn’t respond at all to her. He wanted to make Sandman pay for all that he had done to him, but no power in the world could shake off the effects of the purple dust.  

The evidence was even more damning as the next bid was for his trunks. It was Penguin who won the bidding for four million dollars. As the stout fat villain waddled on the stage, Batman’s cock sprang back up to life. His skin crawled as Penguin slowly pulled down his trunks. Now clad only in his tights, his erection was even more prominent.

“I think Catwoman is right!” Penguin laughed as he flicked the mushroom head of the hero’s cock. “Batman only likes boys! Quack, quack, quack!”

Like his partner in crime fighting, Batman lost control and cummed in his tights. His muscular body spasmed out of control as his tights were filled with his spunk. Now both of them had cummed in front of everyone. As his mentor moaned and groaned with humiliation, Robin hung his head in shame.

The Sandman watched with glee as his sworn enemies were completely destroyed. His carefully laid plans to destroy the Dynamic Duo had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams. Even the unexpected intrusion of the four villains was a pleasant surprise that he easily turned to his advantage.

The bidding continued as each piece of Batman and Robin’s costume was sold for millions of dollars. When Robin’s tights were sold off, Eugene Vanderburg was the winner. The rich old man was 88 years old, but he didn’t hold back as he molested the young crime fighter without any hesitation. As his hard cock was finally exposed, The Boy Wonder lost control again. His cock spasmed out of control as his cum hit the old man right in the face. Mr. Vanderburg smiled as he leaned forward and engulfed the throbbing erection in his mouth. Robin cried out as the old man enthusiastically sucked on his sensitive dick. As he swallowed the last drop of cum, the rich Mr. Vanderburg needed help getting back on his feet. As the old man tottered off, The Boy Wonder burst into tears. Even after his second orgasm, his cock still was hard as steel. The shame he felt knew no bounds.

Eventually, everything but their masks were auctioned off. Both Batman and Robin had been stripped of almost everything that identified them as the heroes of Gotham. Every eye in the room devoured their exposed muscular bodies and their dripping cocks stood straight up in the air.

The Sandman stepped forward with a huge smile on his face. He had made billions of dollars off of this auction. The destruction of Batman and Robin was almost complete. “Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for attending our charity auction.”

“Take off the masks!” The crowd screamed. Many of them were jerking or fingering themselves with no shame. “We want the masks!

The villain smiled as he bowed his head slightly. “I’m afraid that the masks are not for sale today.” He planned to keep them as trophies as signs of his triumph. “But just for you, I will unmask Batman and Robin.”

The crowds roared with their approval as The Sandman walked up to the powerless Batman. The Caped Crusader trembled with fear as he stared at the villain who destroyed him. “Please, no.” He begged. To lose his mask would be the end of everything. “I’ll do anything you want. I will be your slave. Just please do not unmask me in front of all these people.”

The Sandman ignored his defeated enemy as he slowly lifted up the cowl. As Bruce Wayne’s face was revealed, the crowd gasped in shock. Never in anyone’s wildest dreams did they think that Batman was really the millionaire playboy. Robin wept openly as his mask was torn off revealing him to be Dick Grayson. “Behold you heroes, Batman and Robin! Unmasked and defeated!” He said in triumph.

It was over. The Dynamic Duo had been defeated. As they faced the destruction of everything, both Batman and Robin orgasmed for the third time. The Sandman laughed as he took his trophies and his money and quickly left the back room. The audience rushed the stage eager to ravish the powerless muscular bodies of the defeated heroes. Batman and Robin had no willpower to resist as their bodies became toys to be played with.

The front doors crashed open as the police poured into the room with Commissioner Gordon leading them. They started arresting everyone in sight and confiscated the cameras that were filming everything. Bruce and Dick were arrested as well and led to the police station by the very policemen that they assistest as Batman and Robin. The Sandman was long gone and there was no trace of the villain.

The trial of Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson was a media frenzy. The tape of their confession was the key evidence that put the fallen heroes away in prison for life. Prison life was not good for them as their reprogrammed minds made it impossible for them to resist being turned into the prison bitches.

The End?

 

The Sandman Sage Part 7

Sex, Lies, and Videotape and Batman and Robin are themselves again

The next two weeks, all hell seemed to break loose in Gotham City. While Fagman and Throbin sent their time filming porno after porno, Commissioner Gordon had his hands full as the city fell apart. It started with a prison break out that released Batman and Robin’s deadliest villains on the streets. Joker, Penguin, Riddler, and Catwoman prowled the streets committing crime after crime. The Commissioner tried to contact Batman and Robin, but there was no word from the dynamic duo.

What little word that the Commissioner received shock him to his very core. On top of the crimes committed by the deadliest villains in Gotham City, there were reports that Batman and Robin were committing crimes as well. At first, he didn’t believe it, but his officers discovered proof that it was the Dynamic Duo who was committing these crimes. Even then he still held out hope that this was a trick of some kind to try and pin these crimes on Gotham’s heroes.

While Gotham City burned in the flames of crime, there were shock waves from high society as Bruce Wayne made an announcement that he was closing the Wayne Foundation. The millionaire’s reputation as a philanthropist seemed like a cornerstone of the city, and with the rest of the city going to hell, his departure seemed to add salt to the wound. Alfred was fired from his job as butler and Aunt Harriet was put into a retirement home. An auction was announced to sell off the valuable heirlooms that the Wayne family spent generations collecting.

The Sandman smiled as he watched the final wrap up of the last porno that was being filmed. Throbin was tied spread eagle and naked to a spinning wheel that his thugs took turns spun. Around the edge of the wheel were prizes that each thug was awarded. A blow job here, a vigorous milking there, they took turns sexually torturing the young man as he moaned helplessly.

Right next to Throbin was Fagman was tied down to the same electric chair that Sandman used to brainwash him. As Throbin was used like a sex toy, the fallen hero was being milked of his creamy seed over and over again. Their moans and cries of a combination of pleasure and anguish filled the room and were music to the villain’s ears. The Sandman had done what none had been able to accomplish. He had completely destroyed the Dynamic Duo.

The door opened to his office and in walked Batman and Robin with huge grins on their faces. On his orders, they had been robbing banks and jewelry stores for the last two weeks. With access to The Batcave and all of Batman’s gadgets, their work had been simple to perform. The police had no chance of ever capturing them. Their evil deeds completely destroyed the real hero’s reputation for fighting crime.  

“The First Bank of Gotham has been robbed as ordered, boss,” Batman said. If Sandman didn’t know better, he would have sworn that this was the real hero. Robin smirked standing next to the older man. His boyish face and mannerisms perfectly matched the real Boy Wonder.

“Excellent,” The Sandman said with a slight smile. The endgame was at hand and it was now time to tie up loose ends.

The villain whirled around spraying his purple dust into the faces of the fake heroes. They had no time to react as their eyes grew wide even as control over their bodies was torn away.

“Why!” Batman managed to croak out before he stood as stiff as a statue. Their crotches starting to grow and protrude out of their tights and briefs.

The Sandman simply smiled as he walked over to the hero that he created. Taking the handsome face in his hands, he kissed Batman’s lips softly as he pushes the cowl off his face. It was amazing how identical to Bruce Wayne his imposter was. Truly a work of art.

Batman was unable to suppress his moans of pleasure, but his eyes were hard as steel as well as his cock. The Sandman tossed the cowl on his desk before unbuckling his utility belt. Piece by piece, the fake hero’s costume was peeled off his body until he stood completely naked paralyzed by the dastardly effects of the purple dust.

Now it was time to turn his attention to Robin. The young man was a dead ringer for the real Dick Grayson, but unlike the hero, this fake was anything but innocent. Yet his face looked so pure as his blue eyes pleaded silently for mercy. The Sandman kissed the boy just as he did his partner before stipping him naked. His thick cock straining to become as hard as possible.

The final touch was needed to make sure that the truth about Batman and Robin’s crime spree would never come to light. With his proxies paralyzed by the effects of the purple dust, The Sandman took out a tightly shut jar from the secret drawer in his desk. It looked like ordinary putty, but it was a special formula that actor, Basil Karlo used. The villain, of course, added his own special touch to make sure that his patsies were forever silenced.

Taking a generous handful of the weird looking clay, The Sandman started to cover it all over the nude bodies of the Batman and Robin look alike. As soon as it was applied, their bodies started to stiffen making it impossible for them to move. Even their vocal chords were paralyzed when the clay was applied to their throats.

The fake hero’s eyes moved around wildly as the final touches of the clay were applied. As their throbbing erections were covered with the vile concoction, their cocks stiffened in a way that they never had before. The Sandman smiled as he stepped back watching the sinister effects of the clay. Both of his proxies looked like statues of naked Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson. Their cocks hard and pointing upwards would never soften again. The two criminals would forever have an erection but would be denied ever getting off. It was a cruel fate for his faithful henchmen, but the perfect crime meant no loose ends.

Gathering the discarded costumes of Batman and Robin, Sandman walked out of his office and downstairs where the real heroes were being sexually tortured. As he entered the room, he heard Fagman crying out as he orgasmed yet again. Electric modes were attached to his nipples, balls, and shoved up his ass constantly stimulating his erogenous zones.

“How is he?” The villain asked his henchmen operating the modified electric chair.

“That time only gave a few drops of his spunk, boss,” The thug said with a huge grin on his face. He was getting off on sexually torturing the hero even if he didn’t remember who he was anymore. The Sandman was ready to change that.

Ordering the real Batman to be stimulated once again, the villain placed headphones on his ears before blowing a healthy dose of his purple dust into the handsome face of the captured hero. In his mind, he was a porn star Fagman who was filming a really kinky porn. It was useful to have him think that, but now it was time for him to face his ultimate fate.

It took a long time to get Batman even close to orgasming. In the last few hours, load after load of his rich sperm was milked from him which The Sandman made sure to collect and preserve. Women all over the world would pay to have the seed of Bruce Wayne and he even knew of some gay men who would do the same for entirely different reasons.

The Sandman handled the controls himself as he forced his prisoner to listen to his new commands while he gave sharp zaps of electricity to the hero’s erogenous zones. His balls were so small from constantly being drained that it looked like a flap of sagging skin. If it weren’t for his purple dust, his cock would be flaccid and useless.

Batman gave out a strangled cry as another orgasm was forced on him. His blue eyes grew wide as his mind wrest free of the shackles that were placed on him before. As his thick long cock spasmed out of control, not a single drop of cum shot out. It was a completely dry orgasm indicating that his balls were completely drained.

As he recovered from the effects of his first dry cumming, Batman glared at the villain who had completely destroyed him. He knew exactly who he was again. Yet he made no sign to struggle or even try to escape. It was like his mind was free but his body was much less so.

“Welcome back, Batman,” The Sandman smirked as he petted the sweat-drenched hair of the captured hero.

“I will make you pay for this!” The Caped Crusader promised. Memories of what he had done while under the control of The Sandman filled his mind and made his skin crawl. He remembered every single sexual act that he had done and been done too. Yet he was helpless to resist as his body refused to fight back.

The villain smiled as he traced his finger across Batman’s lips. “No more back talk out of you, little man.” He ordered softly.

Surprising enough, Batman closed his mouth unable to talk back. Bowing his head in submission, he had no choice but to follow the orders of the villain who had destroyed him. There was no longer any defiance in him, not even in his mind. The hero had to helplessly follow his orders.   

The Sandman already turned his attention to Robin who was still attached to the wheel. He took the headphones that had been in Batman’s ears and placed them on The Boy Wonder. His thugs stepped back smiling at the shivering boy who had been used and sexually abused by them.

Like Batman, Robin had been milked of his creamy cum, but there was no effort to save his seed. Dick Grayson was just a lowly circus freak show, and no matter how cute and tight his body was, there was no demand for his cum. Instead, his men caught as much of the spunk as they could and rubbed it all over the naked body of the younger half of The Dynamic Duo. Robin smelled like a used condom. Like his mentor, the young man had been systematically drained over and over again. All it took was the force of a dry orgasm and his fate would be sealed.

The Caped Crusader sat in his bondage not struggling one bit. His mind hated to see his young ward being sexually tortured like this, but there was simply no fight left in him. He was forever submissive thanks to the brainwashing and effects of the purple dust. Batman knew that once Robin orgasmed like he did, his partner would be trapped just like him.

Robin cried out as his body began to spasm. Even though he had been whored out for the past two weeks, he never came so many times in a single evening. The dry force of his orgasm woken up his mind just as it did for his mentor. His face turned red as the memories of his sexual acts flooded his mind. All his life, he had denied himself the pleasure of the flesh, and now The Sandman changed all that in the span of two weeks. The Boy Wonder was nothing but a whore. A piece of shit that would always crave the sexual pleasure that had been forced on him.

The young hero didn’t need any instructions to keep quiet like Batman did. He automatically became complaint as if the submission was natural to him. Bowing his head, he simply waited on the wheel for his instructions. He would never again question any man again.  

The Sandman smiled as he looked at the naked Dynamic Duo. He ordered them free of their bondage and tossed their forgotten costumes at them. It was time for the grand finale of their destruction. The last part of his revenge would forever seal their fate.

The Sandman Saga: Part 6

But gay boys love Throbin’s ass every day

Robin eventually recovered from his double fuck as he carefully climbed off the lid of the dumpster. He looked down at his naked bottom half and realized that he needed to find his discarded briefs and pixie boots. The boy paled when he realized that the pieces of his discarded costume were still in the dumpster. Taking a deep breath, he opened the lid and began to rummage through the garbage.

The hero started to grow frantic as he searched. He remembered that they had fallen off when he was in the steel box, but as he picked through the rotting remains of refuse, there was no sign of his briefs and boots. It wasn’t until he reached near the bottom that the Boy Wonder finally found the remains of his costume.

He wanted to throw up as he examined the soiled briefs. His face paled when Robin saw that there was a hole in the back of his briefs. The hero just wanted to hurl them back in the trash, but what other choice did he have. Robin never felt so low as he pulled the briefs up his legs leaving a trail of ooze up his muscular legs. The material felt so slimy as it clung to his groin in an alarming way. The cool air against his butt cheeks confirmed that they were hanging out in the open.

Robin grimaced as he put his bare feet into his boots. He could feel something cold and clammy oozing between his toes. It was like stepping into a mud pit. The boy never felt so disgusting, humiliated, and utterly pathetic in his entire life. The only thing that was missing was his cape, but no matter how much he searched that disgusting dumpster, he could find no trace of it. It looked like he was going to have to travel back to Wayne Manor looking as he did.

Looking down at himself, The Boy Wonder wanted to burst into tears. It was bad enough that he wasn’t wearing his tights to cover up his legs and his ‘R’ emblem was replaced with a picture of an erect cock. That alone would have been humiliating. His red vest and green shirt were covered with dry cum. Every breath he took brought the smell of cum to his senses. He smelled like a used condom. If that wasn’t bad enough, he also smelled like a walking trash can. His tiny briefs were so stained with refuse that he could hardly tell that they were once green. Every step his feet made a squishing sound as the garbage that filled his boots molded itself to his bare feet.

Gathering up his courage, Robin knew that he had to keep it together. Tonight had been hell on earth for him, but he would never give up. The Boy Wonder knew that if he made it back to Wayne Manor, Batman would help him recover from this. His first step brought a sharp pain as his once virgin ass screamed out in agony. It didn’t help that his muscular cheeks were completely exposed by the hole in his briefs.

Going out in public like this was out of the question. Robin reached for his utility belt, but the only things in there were dildos, condoms, and lube. How could anyone be able to not only replace his costume but the contents of his belt as well? The hero looked around for anything that would take him up to the rooftops. Keeping himself out of the public eye would save him further shame.

The blasting music of police sirens rushed the alley where Robin was hiding. His eyes grew wide when he realized that something big was going on. Rushing to the entrance, he saw police car after police car speeding by with their lights and sirens blaring. Right behind the rushing cop cars was the Batmobile. Robin gasped when he saw Batman sitting in the driver’s seat. Next to him was a young man who looked exactly like him dressed as Robin.

How was that possible? The young hero thought as he raced from the alley after them. His face reddened as people gasped and pointed at the sight of him. Every stride of his muscular legs sent sharp pains of agony radiated from his battered ass. He must have been quite the sight covered in dried cum and garbage, but the boy knew his only hope was to reach Batman. He had no idea who the fake Robin was, but it must have been some kind of plot to lure his mentor into a trap.

The chase eventually took him to City Hall where the cop cars formed a barricade around the main entrance. Batman and the imposter Boy Wonder were talking with Commissioner Gordon. The boy stared in amazement. The imposter’s body language, the way he spoke, and every last detail of his appearance looked exactly like the real Robin. How was this possible?

“Batman!” Robin called out as he pushed aside police officers to get to his mentor.

The Caped Crusader blinked in shock as he stared at the disheveled young man dressed like a slut and covered in cum and garbage. “What is this?”

“Holy Double Jeopardy, Batman!” The other Boy Wonder said also in shock.

“It’s me, Batman. Robin.” The young hero declared as the surrounding cops murmured in surprise

“Could this be some kind of trick?” Gordon said as he frowned at the new arrival.

The other Robin snickered as he shoved the boy back. A cloud of purple dust hit The Boy Wonder in the face as he staggered back. His body started to tingle as he fought against the dastardly effects.

“You have to believe me, Batman.” Robin pleaded as he felt his cock start to harden. “I’m the real Robin. This is an imposter!”

Batman looked at each of the Robins as he tried to figure out which was the real one. “There is only one way to settle this. Both of you must fight each other. I will know instantly which one I trained.”

Fight? In his condition? Robin knew that in his state he would be at a serious disadvantage. “There has to be some other way!” He insisted. An idea came to him. “I know, I can tell you things that only Robin would know. Surely that will prove that I am real.”

The Caped Crusader stepped forward, but the fake Robin grabbed his arm. He held up his finger as he shook his head. “I’m going to get to the bottom of this right now.”

Robin felt a rush of relief as his mentor touched his shoulder. His eyes grew wide as the hero opened his hand and blew some more of the purple dust into his face. Any resistance he had crumbled like a broken wall as the boy’s hormones went out of control. The Boy Wonder sheepishly covered up his crotch to keep his throbbing erection hidden from sight.

“The only way to prove you are real is to fight each other.” Batman insisted.

The Boy Wonder opened his mouth to object. Yet the idea of proving himself vanished from his mind. He stared at the young man who looked exactly like him and all he could think about was having that tight muscular body against his own. A dumb expression filled his pretty face as he nodded in agreement.

“I’m not going to go easy on you!” The other Robin declared as he pounded his fist into his hand.

As the fake rushed forward, The Boy Wonder had to uncover his crotch to block the punch. Gasps were sounded as everyone stared at his hard cock barely contained by the garbage stained briefs.

Their hands locked together as each boy struggled to overpower the other. It was like staring into a mirror as Robin felt his strength slipping. The lack of sleep, the constant fucking and cumming, and his painful ass made it almost impossible to match the other boy in strength alone. Batman watched them with a stern look on his face. Robin knew that he needed to show off the training he received if he was going to convince his mentor that he was the real deal.

The hero had no time to react as he was suddenly pushed back. His blue eyes widened in shock as the fake leaped in the air and landed a spinning kick right into his chest. The Boy Wonder flew back and hit the wall behind him as his arms splayed out. He heard a tearing sound as his rock hard cock ripped through the soiled briefs bobbing out into the open. Oh god, he felt so horny. The need to stroke himself was overwhelming.

Even as he struggled, the other Robin strode forward and grabbed him by his dick. The Boy Wonder yelped both in pleasure and shock as the fake spun him around using his erection as a handle tossing him across the plaza in front of City Hall. As he tumbled across the pavement, more tears and rips appeared in his costume.

Robin had never felt so dominated and so turned on in his entire life. He began to have doubts about his true identity. Here he was laying on the ground stroking his hard cock while the other boy fought exactly how Robin would fight. What was more is that he wanted desperately wanted to be fucked in the ass by this sexy lad. As the other walked towards him, the hero’s eyes zeroed in on that bulge in his green briefs. Licking his lips, he yearned to wrap his lips around it and give both of them pleasure.

“Who are you?” Robin demanded as he grabbed the masturbating fake by his hair. “Why are you impersonating me?”

His face was so close to that beautiful bulge that the heat felt like it was burning him. “Please, let me suck your cock! I need to suck your cock!”

The Boy Wonder slapped the slobbering slut across the face. Instead of a yelp of pain, it only seemed to turn the imposter on even more. “Who are you?” He demanded as he slapped the horny boy again and again.

Tears formed as his cheeks turned red from the constant slaps. His mind exploded as his hand furiously masturbated his throbbing cock. His tongue reached out as far as it could hoping beyond hope that it would brush against that beautiful green bulge. Finally unable to take it anymore, the former hero screamed in passion as his cock exploded.

“I am Throbin!” He wailed as the first shot of cum hit him right in between the eyes. His mind shattered as all memories of his former life faded and was replaced by fake memories of his time as a porn star.

His cock continued to shot out his precious seed as Robin shoved him aside and stepped back so that his boy jizz would not stain his pristine costume. Throbin fell on his back as he milked his spasming cock. This was the mother of all orgasms as the brainwashed hero moaned like the slut that he had begun.

Batman stepped forward with a grim look on his face. He patted Robin on his shoulder. “Good job, old chum. You exposed this faker for who he really is. We need to return him to The Sandman and have a word with him. I don’t mind him making porn movies based on us, but he needs to keep his whores under control.

As the Dynamic Duo lifted the cum stained boy and carried him to the Batmobile, the cops watched in shock. They had never seen something so depraved and disgusting in their entire lives. Yet some of them covered their expanding crotches as they admired the cum and garbage stained nude body of the Robin imposter. Perhaps Sandman would let them have a crack at that sweet ass.

 

May Newsletter

It’s hard to believe that it is May already. This year is flying by so quickly. As the warm weather finally comes to us all, I am excited to announce some changes that I am implementing this month. You might have noticed that for the last two weeks, I have been largely silent. My computer’s hard drive broke and it has taken some time to try and get it fixed. It is still not quite there yet since my graphics card also broke as soon as the new hard drive was installed. The good thing is that most of my writing is stored on Google Drive, but my book covers were on the hard drive. I have been scrambling that last couple of weeks to try and replace the book covers so I can get the books ready to be published out on Amazon.

During this time, I had a chance to look at some of the reviews posted about my books. Unfortunately, I had received some bad reviews that made me take a close look at my writing. I not only want to publish hot erotic stories, but I want them to be of high quality. After some soul-searching, I decided to go through every single story I have written to edit and polish them further to give them a higher quality. What does this mean for you as a reader? I will be re-posting stories on my website and Patreon page gradually over time. Hopefully, you will be able to see the difference in the quality.

I am also going to offer any reader a chance to join my newly formed Beta Reader Group. This group will get to see new stories before anyone else. Members of this group will have the opportunity to give me constructive feedback on how to enhance a story so that there will be maximum erotism for all the readers. More details on how to join this group will be posted on my website in the coming weeks.

In the month of May, there will be two new books coming on Amazon.com. On May 15th, The Adventures of Sharkboy Episode 2: The Swim Meet will launch. I have the great fortune to have Sven Basquiat from Belami to model for the book covers of this series. On May 30th, The Final Defeat of Dynama Lad Part 2 will be launched. Our hero in this series finds himself losing the sexual battle of his alien genes which will destroy everything he holds dear.

Joker’s Circus: Green Arrow will be posted to its exciting conclusion this month as well as The Sandman Saga on my website. Also be ready to see previously posted stories in the library getting an overhaul to add more domination and humiliation for our various heroes.

On the Patreon side of things, I am looking at giving the patron perks an overhaul. The $3 a month tier will remain the same giving those who support me exclusive access to stories that I post for their pleasure. The other tiers I will be adjusting to give those willing to support me more bang for their buck. I am always open to take suggestions so if there is a reward that you want to see, just send me a note and I will do my best to make it happen. The Hunt for Superboy, Spider-Man Slut Cumming, and Wayne Takeover will continue to be posted throughout the month.

As always any feedback is always welcome. I really want to improve the quality of my writing and each and every one of you can help in this. Thank you so very much for all that you do to support me and thanks for reading!