The Hypnotist: Chapter 8
Chapter 8
There was a moment of hesitation in Superman’s face as he hovered near the top of the Lexcorp building. Dressed in his iconic costume, the bulge on his crotch was pushed out almost to it’s limit. It was only be the invulnerability of his tights that prevented them from being shredded by the power of his trapped erection. The hero was conflicted between what his sexual desires were telling him that he needed and the morality of the situation. Inside that 50th story office was his most dangerous nemesis, Lex Luthor. Just thinking about the man caused his body to shiver with pleasure as a wet spot formed on the front of his tights. If he were smart, Superman would fly away and concentrate on how to fix this mess that his cock had gotten into, but these new found sexual feelings were just too powerful to resist.
Like a teenage boy on a first date, the hero’s heart raced. He had told himself that he would be in control, but the combination of his racing heart, the sweat forming in his pits, and the quivering of his over excited hard on, he was anything but. For several minutes the hero hovering indecisively. Going back and forth if he should go or flee, Superman finally made up his mind. With his cape billowing in the wind behind him, he moved to the large window that framed Lex Luthor’s office. His breath caught in the back of his throat as Superman witnessed his nemesis working. How could he never notice the handsome strong face and that little wrinkle in the middle of his forehead as Luthor appeared deep in thought. It was hard not to fondle himself as he stared at the only man who took his breath away.
Sensing that he was being stared at, Luthor raised his head and stared at the hero hovering outside his office window. Superman quickly covered his tented red briefs with his hands, but he wasn’t fast enough to hide his teeming erection. An evil smile crossed the business tycoon’s face as he slowly stood up from his desk. “Well, well, what have we here?”
Superman knew that he should fly away, but he simply could not take his eyes off his nemesis’ face. His dick was harder than it had ever been and every part of his body tingled with supreme pleasure. As Luthor walked over to the window, the hero’s breathing grew almost as hard as his erection. His nipples seemed close to tear right through his famous costume. Any chance of flight was now gone. All the he desired was coming right for him. The hero tried to keep his usual aura of confidence and power as the window opened. Superman floated inside before settling on the expensive carpet. He could feel his knees quivering weakly, but he tried to cover it.
“I’m surprised that you are showing your pathetic face,” Luthor mused as he closed the window and turned to the slightly blushing hero. “After showing your true colors today you should have left and never come back.”
The hero flinched at his nemesis statement. Is this who he truly was? His confusion intensified as his mind said no, but his body screamed yes. “Look Luthor,” He started to say. His voice trailed off as the bald tycoon pressed his finger against Superman’s lips. The intense flood of pleasure was so much that he actually sank down several inches on the point of collapsing. The wet spot on his briefs doubled in size.
“That’s Mr. Luthor to you, Kal-El.” The evil man chided sternly.
Even though Superman could kill his nemesis with a single flick of his finger, he was powerless to do so. Instead his mouth opened and he started to suck on the finger pressed against his lips. There were no words to describe the shame that he felt, and it didn’t help that Luthor’s gleeful stare never left his eyes. As Luthor slowly pulled out his finger from the hero’s mouth, Superman sighed heavily. The few briefs seconds feeling the touch the man that his body yearned for was heaven. “Yes, Mr. Luthor,” Superman surrendered. There was no resistance left in him.
The mad man nodded before turning back and walking to his desk. Taking his seat, he stared at the hero who followed meekly. It was awkward to walk with his dick stretching out the alien fabric of his red briefs and blue tights and every movement stimulated him more and more. As he stood before the desk, once again Superman tried to cover his tented crotch with his hands.
“Hands clasped behind your back,” Luthor ordered as he took out a pipe from his desk and lit it.
This was getting out of hand, the hero thought to himself. The last thing he needed was his greatest enemy to be able to order him around. Yet the thought of being sent away made the most powerful hero in the universe compliant like a puppy in training. Clasping his hands behind his back there was no hiding the unsightly bulge in his tights. The fabric of the red briefs were almost soaked with his juices.
“So you really can take orders,” Luthor mused as he puffed on his pipe. “Perhaps there is hope for you after all. Now what do you want?”
“Please, Mr. Luthor,” Superman stuttered breathlessly. His heart was pounding so loud in his chest that it was hard to concentrate. All he could think about was the longing for the man who wanted to utterly destroy him. “My secret identity is about to be publicly exposed. When that happens everyone that I ever loved will become a target. I need…. I need your protection.”
Whatever Luthor was expecting to hear that wasn’t it. His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he set the pipe aside. “Why the hell would I ever consider helping you, alien?” He sneered. “Since the day you came to my city, you have done nothing but meddle in my affairs. Let your identity come out in the open. I don’t care. Hell, I might decided to take a few of your loved ones out myself.”
Tears actually started to well up in the mighty hero’s eyes as he sank down to his knees. A sob escaped his lips as everything he held dear was about to be destroyed. All he ever wanted was to use his powers to help people and now everything was crashing down on his head. The worst part was there was nothing he could do about it. “I beg you, Mr. Luthor,” Superman cried. “I will do anything.”
The mind of the calculating villain went into overdrive as he watched the so called hero groveling on the floor. Even with Superman’s reputation in tatters having control of him would be an ideal situation for him. His PR department could easily turn the public eye away from the hero’s disgraceful act this morning. A leashed Superman appealed to Lex Luthor very much. “I want your word as a hero that you will be mine. I will own every part of you. Promise me this and the help you desire will be yours.”
With tears still in his eyes, Superman looked up with fear on his face. Both of them knew that the hero’s word was more binding than any contract. Once he has given his word there was no going back. He would belong to Luthor complete. There was no going back after that. Yet part of his body wanted this more than anything else. To have the weaker man in complete control of him desire his eclipsing powers sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. He didn’t know whether is was his newly discovered sexual desires or fear of his friends and family that made him utter the words, “Yes, Mr. Luthor. I promise as a hero that I surrender every part of myself and my life to you. You are now my master and I will obey you.”
Even Luthor was taken back that Superman had made this promise, but he knew that he had one. The obsession to destroy the hero was replaced in exploiting Superman for his own personal gains. There would be few in the world who could stand up to him now. “Stand to your feet and take off that ridiculous costume.” The business tycoon ordered. “You won’t be needing it anymore.”
The hero quivered both in fear and fright as he complied with his first order. As his cape floated to the carpet, he bent over to pick it up so he can properly fold it. Superman stopped in his tracks when his master ordered him to leave it like it was garbage. That’s exactly what he was now since he had given up his freedom just because how hard his cock got around his enemy. There both equal part horniness and fear in the indestructible hero as he surrendered to Luthor. It was both a nightmare and a wet dream.
As Superman pulled down his tights, his massive erection sprang free from it’s prison. Long, thick, and powerful, his pride and joy cheerfully saluted their new master. Never again would he be attracted to a woman like Lois, it was Lex Luthor who was the only man that could turn him on. Standing there completely naked and exposed in front of his enemy, Superman watched silently as the bald villain slowly stood to his feet. His heart raced as the object of his desire slowly walked over to his nude muscled formed.
“I am going to enjoy this,” Luthor said with a vicious grin. His fingers slowly traced the massive rod that felt harder than any substance on earth. Here was the most powerful alive yet a single touch made him quiver like a schoolgirl. The great and powerful Superman had been defeated at last. “You know I have wanted your DNA for years now, Kal-El. I think the first thing I am going to do is take it.”
Superman moaned as he felt the softer hand of his nemesis wrap as much of his thick dick as he could. Electric pleasure flooded his body as he could not help but to moan with delight. It was everything he ever wanted, yet part of him was also disgusted. His body no longer listened to the scream of terror in his mind and drank in every touch of the bald madman.
Within thirty seconds, the former hero felt the surge building deep in his balls. His alien seed was on the verge of being released and the pleasure almost crippled the hero. Superman’s lips quivered as he could not take his eyes away from the hard green ones that stared back at him. He wanted to pass that point of no return, but his orgasms were very destructive. To make it worse, Luthor knelt down so that he could tease the kryptonian cock with his hot breath.
“Master!” Superman whined as he groaned with supreme pleasure. It was the first time that anyone ever touched him there and it was the most incredible feeling that he had ever felt. Yet part of him screamed in horror afraid of what was to come next.
“Quiet!” Luthor ordered as he concentrated on teasing the most powerful man’s cock with his breath.
The surge was getting more and more powerful as it started to bubble over into his bottom of his thick invulnerable rod. Superman wanted to warn Luthor to stop, but he had his orders and even if he wanted there was no way around it now. The orgasm that was coming quickly destroyed any thoughts that he had as the need to cum was too great for him to bear. Superman screamed as he passed the point of no return. His deep bellow shattered every window in the room as his hips bucked forward. He tried to keep the cum back, but it only intensified his first real orgasm. This was nothing like the couple of masterbation sessions that he had before. Even the intense orgasm from this morning paled in comparison.
The look of triumph on Luthor’s face was short lived as Superman felt the first shot of cum burst from his throbbing cock. Because the hero was incapacitated from the intensity of his orgasm, he was unable to save the only man he ever loved and lusted after. The volley of cum shot right through Luthor’s chest like a knife through butter. Blood splattered everywhere as the villain’s eyes grew wide for a few seconds before the life drained out of him. Even as his body toppled over, Superman continued to cum and cum. His seed tore through the building destroying walls, furniture, and everything in between.
The door to the office tore open as Mercy raced into the room. Her eyes grew wide as she saw Superman still in the throes of his orgasm with her boss dead at his feet. She barely had time to dodge as another volley of the deadly cum shot out of Superman’s still throbbing cock. When it was over, the office looked like a battleground. All the furniture and walls were destroyed with only Superman left unharmed. As his post orgasmic bliss faded, he stared down at the dead man who had defeated him. Despite everything, Superman still desired him with all his heart and soul. A grief stricken wail escaped his lips as he collapsed on the floor cradling the dead body of his almost lover. He was still sobbing when the police came to arrest him. The experience had completely broken Superman.
