The Hypnotist: Chapter 5
Chapter 5
“Clark!” Lois called as the door to the bathroom banged from her fist. “Are you alright? Clark?”
The reporter never felt so mortified in his entire life. Standing in the small space of the stall, he looked down at his cum soiled slacks. Thank Rao that his erection finally went down, but the damage was already done. He had cummed in his pants right in the executive conference room of the Daily Planet. He could only hope that no one saw what had happened. The humiliation would be too much for him to bear.
“Open the door right now or I am calling 911!” Lois demanded on the other side of the door.
There was no way around it, he was going to have to face her. Clark rushed to the door pressing his body against it. “I am fine, Lois.” He said hoarsely trying to sound as sick as he could. “I think I may have food poisoning.”
“Food Poisoning?” She repeated back clearly not believing a word he said. He wanted to come clean and tell her the truth, but how could he? This was something that he couldn’t even tell his parents back in Smallville. “Clark, let me inside.”
One look at his cum stained slacks and he knew that he couldn’t let it happen. “I’m fine,” Clark insisted as he rushed back to the stall. There was a wet cum stain plastered all over the front of his slack. Rao only knew what the rest of his tights and briefs looked like.
“I’m calling 911!” Lois growled before stomping away.
Having to deal with paramedics, Lois, and Perry was the last thing that Clark needed. Whatever caused his body to react this way was a complete mystery to him. Using his super speed, he changed into Superman and flew through the window. There would be a mess to deal with back at work with him vanishing like this, but the number one priority needed to deal with how his body was reacting.
Seconds later, Superman was back in his apartment and he quickly stripped off his soiled costume and tossed it in the corner of his closet. The cum stain on his red briefs and blue tights were even bigger than his trousers and his face turned red just looking at it. Dressed in a fresh costume, the hero flew out of the window of his apartment. He needed to do some research in his Fortress of Solitude. The entirety of Kryptonian knowledge was housed in his Arctic retreat. The answer to his problem must be there.
As soon as he launched himself high in the air among the towering skyscrapers of Metropolis, Superman’s super hearing picked up the sounds of guns being fired. Even though he needed to get to his fortress as soon as possible, his attention was pulled towards the gunfire. A trio of police cars were chasing after a black van headed to the docks. The van screeched to a halt as five masked men jumped out firing their guns towards the approaching cops. One of the men reached in his jacket and threw a grenade towards the cops.
With speeds close to the speed of sound, Superman dove down and let the grenade hit him square in the chest. Wrapping his cape around himself, he let it explode using his invulnerable body and costume to shield the police. The hero turned to make sure the policemen were unharmed.
“Thanks for the assist, Superman,” One of the cops said gratefully. “These men just robbed Star Labs and it looks like they are going to get away.”
Turning back around, the Man of Steel saw that the criminals had escaped on a speedboat. The police were radioing for backup, but it looked like without his assistance that the men were going to get away. His duty as a superhero was clear, Superman knew that he needed to stop these criminals.
Leaping in the air, Superman flew towards the boat and landed right in the middle of the deck. The criminals were busy smirking as they went through the money that was stolen. Their masks had been pulled off with their faces completely visible. The hero stood on the desk in his famous heroic pose. A small smile came to his face as one of the criminals looked up and paled at the sight of him.
The chair he had been sitting in flew across the cabin as the man raced towards the door. “Quick!” He shouted. “Superman is here, call Lex Luthor before it is too late.”
Superman grunted as a wave of pleasure hit his body. The bulge in his trunks expanded out as shivers of sweet pleasure caused him to stumble back. Luckily for him, no one noticed as their panic quickly spread.
“We need to get out of here!”
“Did you call Lex Luthor?”
“Power down the boat! POWER DOWN!”
Superman gasped as his cock became rock hard. Falling on one knee, he felt his powers being sucked from his body. It was like being exposed to kryptonite except there was no pain or nausea associated with the weakness. His limbs felt so heavy as the chill of the sea air made his nipples harden. The former Man of Steel looked up and realized that the criminals were intently watching him. He needed to get out of here right now.
Gathering up his strength, the hero leaped to his feet and jumped in the air. For once gravity was too much as he landed right on his face. Laughter reached his ears as the men came on to the desk. Superman was struggling to climb on his feet but only managed to get on his hands and knees before the men reached him. What was going on? He felt so weak, but also turned on at the same time. The combination gave him a strange shiver that seem familiar but how could it?
“Well, well,” One of the criminal smirked as he grabbed the hero by his raven black hair. “What’s wrong, Supes? Feeling a little weak?”
Superman grunted in pain as he struggled to break free of the man’s grip. He cried out as the criminal savagely kicked him right in the gut. The force of the kick caused the hero to roll on his back. For a second there was pure shock on all the criminals as they stared down at the tented red briefs. The shock was followed by mocking laughter as they pointed.
“It looks like Superman just got his first hardon.” One of the young men mocked as he laughed.
The hero glared as he tried to prop himself up by his elbows. His face was almost the shade of red as his now stained briefs. His erection was so hard and felt so good. Combined with the mocking of these low life criminal scum, the hero was completely confused.
“That’s right, Mr. Luthor.” One of the criminals said on his phone. “Superman showed up, but for some reason he is weak with a hard on. The big boy scout is throwing a huge boner.”
Superman moaned as he realized that his greatest nemesis was now aware of his predicament. He tried to cover his shame with his hands, but they were batted away by the men towering over him. He needed to get out of here and escape, but there was ocean all around them. Metropolis was in the distance and in his condition swimming was not an option.
“We will entertain the big man until we get to the hideout, Mr. Luthor.” The man on the phone said with an evil smile. “No, we won’t damage the goods, Mr. Luthor. Yes, Mr. Luthor. Yes, Mr. Luthor.” The man said before hanging up the phone.
Unknown to Superman, just hearing his nemesis’ name sent waves of pleasure through his body. He was on the verge of blowing his load when the criminal finally ended the call. The wet spot on his briefs was almost as big as the tent in his tights.
“What’s wrong, Superman? Finally hitting puberty?” One of the criminals taunted. He sneered as he spat at the hero. The criminals laughed as a big glob of saliva ran down the cheek of the weakened muscle man.
His face darkened with anger as Superman took as much as he wanted to. Growling with frustration, he attempted to leap to his feet. A kick to the chest and the hero was sprawled on his back again. “You will pay for this,” Superman promised as he looked helplessly at his captors.
“Mr. Luthor has a bounty on you, Stupidman!” Another of the criminals sneered. “He has big plans for you, boy scout. Your days of sticking your nose in other people’s business is over!”
Superman was about to open his mouth to reply when he suddenly cried out in pain. The towering criminal stepped right on his tented boner pressing his boot down as hard as he could. Normally the hero would not have felt a thing, but without his powers the agony was too much to bear. “Awrrrrrr!” He started with a grunt but ended up with a shrill scream. The pain shot up to his gut as it felt like his intestines were on fire.
“Not so super now, are you?” The thug taunted as he pressed harder on the spandex covered boner.
The hero closed his eyes as tears started to form. His hands fumbled blindly as he tried to throw the foot on his groin off of his family jewels. Even the boot of Darkseid didn’t feel this heavy as the weight of the universe smashed down on his cock and balls.
“Hahahaha! You just made Superman cry!” One of the criminals mocked. “We should record this so Mr. Luthor can see this.”
The name of his nemesis sent him over the edge. Pain mingled with pleasure as Superman started to cum for the second time today. His body thrashed around helplessly in the throes of a powerful orgasm while the men mocked and laughed at him.
“You made Superman cream his pants! Holy shit, that was epic!”
“I told you he was a fucking queer.”
As the boot lifted off his now cum stained groin, Superman panted as he lay on the deck in shock. His tear stained face contorted as he started down at his cum drenched briefs and tights. What started out as an easy confrontation with low life criminal scum ended in utter humiliation. He had no energy left as the men hoisted him and and dragged the hero over to the other side of the deck. They dumped the hero into a large crate and slammed the lid shut as Superman crumbled to the bottom like a lifeless doll. For the first time in his life, he suffered complete and utter defeat.
