The Hypnotist: Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Superman groaned in the darkness of the cramp shipping crate. He could feel the heat of his own cum cooling against his skin as his cock shrunk down to a fraction of its former glory. The hero felt agony that he never felt before. The events on the boat kept replaying over and over in his head as he tried to figure out what had happened. A shiver ran down his spine as the realization that he was going to be delivered into Lex Luthor’s hands hit him square in the chest. The business tycoon wanted nothing more than Superman’s complete and utter destruction. Being powerless in his clutches brought terror in the dark depths of his soul. Yet there was a twinge of excitement as well that confused the hero even more. Could some small part of him want to be helpless in the hands of Lex Luthor.
The hours crawled at a snail pace as Superman began to notice a change in him. Even in the darkness without access to the yellow sun that powered his alien cells, a strength slowly began to return. With a might roar, the wooden crate burst apart sending shards of wood flying everywhere. The hero slowly floated in the air flexing his arms with new found power. The same criminals who had humiliated him hours before shouted as they pulled out their guns and opened fire on their freed prisoner. Superman’s eyes glowed red with anger as the thought of revenge against them cross his mind. His silhouette framed the full moon that hung high in the sky.
Instead of flying back down to take out the criminals, Superman shot in the air like a bullet. The criminal’s shouts slowly faded away as the hero flew back to his apartment. Logic told him that he needed to get to his fortress to figure out what was going on with him. As he stepped into his living room, Superman stripped his cum soiled costume dropping it to the ground leaving it on the carpet forgotten. The hero slipped on a fresh pair of white briefs before climbing into this bed. As his eyes closed falling into a deep sleep, the alarm clock on his nightstand read 11:57.
Three minutes later, Superman was snoring softly as the unlocked front door slowly opened. Xander walked into the apartment like he owned the place. His nose wrinkled as he went into the living room. Looking around, he discovered the discard costume. He picked it up and almost gagged as the overpowering smell of cum hit him. It looks like the boy scout had a busy day, he thought to himself as he dropped the costume back on the floor.
Xander entered Clark’s bedroom and smiled at the sleeping muscle hunk. The big moron had no clue about what was happening to him. It was time to take the unsuspecting hero to the next level of his plan, but first he wanted to know what happened. “Boy Scout,” He said softly the words that gave him the keys to Superman’s mind.
The hero’s eyes popped open as he instantly fell under the hypnotic spell of Xander. Before there was a brief look of alarm before Superman plunged into the deep depths of relaxation. This time he instantly went into that state of mind that gave Xander the ability to mold the powerful hero’s mind.
“Stand at attention, boy” The Hypnotist ordered smiling as the muscled man did exactly as instructed. Superman had a look of vulnerability that turned him on a little bit. All that power and all it took to defeat him was the weakness of his mind. “Power Down!”
The effect of that command on Superman was delicious. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as his shoulders slumped. His beautiful perfect muscles seemed to sag a little as his body swayed slightly. It looked like one push would send the hero tumbling to the floor. The power he had over Superman was intoxicating. Xander knew that he could easily kill the hero if he so desired, but controlling the big boy scout suited his plans better.
“Listen to me carefully, Superman,” Xander instructed. Despite is curiosity to know what happened to his hypno slave, he wanted to give the hero his next set of instructions. “You will continue to get horny every time you hear ‘Lex Luthor’,” Just hearing the words sent the hero’s cock into it’s full erect glory. If Superman was at full power, his erection would have shredded his briefs. Instead the throbbing member strained against the now wet cotton helplessly imprisoned. “When you see Lex Luthor’s face, your horniness will increase a thousand fold. You will have an inescapable urge to masterbate when you see Lex Luthor. When you think about Lex Luthor, you will also get incredibly horny. You will start to feel attracted to Lex Luthor and will think you are falling in love with Lex Luthor.”
Xander said the words ‘Lex Luthor’ over and over again on purpose. With a strangled cry, Superman’s knees buckled as he went over the edge. Cum shot through the wet cotton fabric of his briefs and splattered on the floor. The hero would have collapsed from the intense waves of pleasure if he hadn’t been ordered to stand at attention. Instead his muscular body quivered helplessly as his balls gave up another load of his precious seed. Superman had been sent to Earth to save the Krypton race but instead he was cumming on the carpet like a common whore. What made it worse was that it was the name of his most dangerous nemesis that made him cum.
The hypnotist stepped forward and grabbed Superman’s cloth covered cock while it was still pumping out cum. The older man grinned evilly as he started to pump that now very sensitive love tool with his hand. Superman yelped in a combination of pleasure and sensitivity as his hips bucked out of control. His helpless mental state made it impossible for him to do anything but groan. ‘Now tell me what happened to you today.” Xander ordered.
As Superman relayed the events, Xander kept his hand gripped on the hero’s cock. His member quickly hardened again as the hero retold about how hearing Lex Luthor turned him on. When he got to the part about going to his Fortress of Solitude to investigate why his body was reacting this way, the hypnotist stopped the hero from talking. “What is this Fortress of yours?”
Still unable to resist the commands of the man who held his mental leash, Superman gave information that he would have rather kept secret. “The Fortress of Solitude is the last bastion of Krypton with stores of technology and knowledge of the long history of my people.”
Xander frowned at this new knowledge. The last thing he needed was for Superman to somehow break out of his hypnotic suggestions. “Whenever you think of going to this fortress, you will think of Lex Luthor and forget about going.” There that should keep him from trying to escape his fate, Xander thought.
Superman continued his days events from his capture by the criminals on the boat to his escape and journey back home. His cock was hard again as he retold his fears of being captured by Lex Luthor. Thanks to the new suggestions planted in his head, his horniness was even more intense. His hand starts to paw at his tented briefs as his powerless body swayed from the overload of pleasure.
His plan to destroy Superman was going even better than Xander’s highest expectations. Now it was time to put the icing on the cake. Slowly stroking the hero’s cock through his cum drenched briefs, the hypnotist leaned towards his ear and whispered his final instructions. Superman cried out as he came in his briefs again, his muscular body helpless to fight against the mental suggestions being implanted in his mind. Xander laughed as he pushed the thrashing hero on his bed and left Superman in the middle of a powerful orgasm. Once he got out of Clark Kent’s apartment, he pulled out his phone and dialed. “Get me Lex Luthor,” He demanded.
The sun spilled into the windows of Clark’s apartment as the hero groggily woke up. He stared at the clock and realized that he was an hour late for work. Using his super speed, he pulled off the cum crusted briefs not even realizing that they were soiled. He showered in three seconds using his powers to make sure he was clean. Twenty seconds later, Clark was dressed and standing on the roof of the Daily Planet.
He was about to go down the stairs to his floor when he heard screams of terror. Clark lowered his glasses to the bridge of his nose. Activating his vision powers, he saw there was a giant robot attacking in the middle of the Historic District. Work was going to have to wait, but writing an article about the robot attack should make Perry happy.
A gust of wind and Clark transformed into Superman. The hero leaped in the air and flew towards the robot at top speed. The robot didn’t even know what hit it as the Man of Steel smashed his fists into it’s chest pulling out sparking wires. Superman smiled as the robot fell on it’s back lifeless as the last of its power cut out.
The hero frowned as he looked around. Normally there would be applause and cheering, but now there was only shocked silence. What was wrong with them? The hero thought in confusion. He looked down and his face went white as a ghost. Instead of his normal costume, the only thing Superman wore was his tight white briefs. His hands immediately went to cover up his crotch. The shock wore off from the people who witnessed his arrival and soon their phones were out and taking pictures of his state of undress. The humiliation was unbearable as his magnificent muscular body was exposed like never before.
Superman was about to take off flying when a voice behind him sent a shiver down his spine. “Well, well, what have we here?”
It was a voice he was intimately familiar with. The hero turned and gasped standing face to face with Lex Luthor. The bald business tycoon was dressed to the nines in a three piece suit and never looked sexier. Superman’s breath caught as he felt his body start to react. He always thought that Lois was the most beautiful woman that he ever laid eyes on, but there was something about Lex that made her seem so plain and dull. This new found attraction to his nemesis caused Superman to stumble back in fear.
Lex must have sensed it because he stepped forward with his arms crossed across his chest. “Is this a new look, alien? Or did you forget to do laundry?”
Normally Superman could have met the bald man stare for stare, but instead he flinched and even cowered a little bit. Yet no one was watching the fear on his face. Every eyes was on his crotch as his cock came alive and started to harden. Gasps filled the air as his powerful erection tore through the thin cotton and slapped against his bare muscled abdominals. The flash of cameras went off like fireworks as the press and witnesses captured every second.
Raising an eyebrow, Lex watched in amazement. An evil smile crossed his face as he realized the damage to Superman’s reputation from this perverted display. If Superman realized what was happening there was no indication. He stared at his nemesis with open lust as his hand wrapped around his thick and long erection. If people weren’t shocked before, they were now. Their hero and protector was naked in the middle of the street masterbating like some kind of pervert.
The crowd parted as Lois Lane pushed herself through. She took one look at her boyfriend as pure anger and hatred painted her face. “What the hell is going on here?” She demanded as she ran towards them.
Superman didn’t even look at her as his blue eyes were glued on the face of Lex Luthor. He gasped with pleasure as he masterbated at super speed impossible for a normal human. His super hearing picked up snippets of conversation talking about how Superman was masterbating in public in front of Lex. For some reason, he ignored any part of the conversations being had and heard only the name Lex Luthor. It repeated over and over in his ears until he cross the line. His muscular body quaked as the mother of all orgasms over took him.
“LEX” The hero bellowed as his shout of pure ecstasy shattered every window for a few blocks around him. Everyone watched in shock as his cock started to pump out his cum like a cannon. Superman was still pumping and cumming as he collapsed on the street his naked body thrashing uncontrollably by the powerful orgasm not realizing what he was doing.
