The Hypnotist: Chapter 9

Chapter 9

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Speak up, you pathetic little bitch!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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