Writing is a solitary endeavor. However, there are people do contribute. My thanks to Jack Topper for suggesting a further digression on Yuan’s encounter with his teacher might be interesting. To M. Wei for his comments on this work. A tip of the hat to Jack Parker and Stimle, whose works always get me revved up to write.
Sigma: A dominant, "lone wolf" type, often associated with being cool and popular.
Growing up had been hard for Yuan. Being Chinese in the Midwest had had made him feel that was on the outside looking in. Unlike many of his peers, he never truly had a growth spurt as he entered his teenage years. It was also unfortunate that he never had any athletic ability since, in his small town, school athletes were local heroes. Yuan, athletic abilities hadn’t made an impression on anyone.
The local hero was Chad Bradford. The gifted athlete had it all: thick, wavy dark hair and blue eyes, he stood a bit over six feet with a toned muscled body. He was a good-looking athlete who was everything Yuan wanted to do be and wasn’t. What made it worse was he secretly lusted after the handsome athlete and hated that he did. For Yuan, being gay wasn’t a problem. What took him time was finally accepting that he could simultaneously hate and desire another person at the same time. When you’re gay you can want to be like someone and want to be with them…or want to be like someone but have no interest in them…or want to be with someone but not want to be them, he told himself as he settled into his skin.
Chad barely knew that Yuan existed. When he did notice, it was usually when he made Yuan the butt of some clearly bigoted, stupid Asian joke. He went through high school with a breezy self-confident arrogance that Yuan envied and resented. His family was rich while Yuan was dirt poor and, he had that entitled air the wealthy usually displayed. When it came to sex, he followed his personal rule of fuck and dump. “Once they give it up where the fun in seeing them anymore,” he joked with his friends. Town gossip was on a few occasions he had ‘scored’ on less than willing partners. His All-American boy image and family money made him untouchable.
Determined to make a new life after high school, Yuan left for the big city to attend an out of state college. Even then, he still failed to make an impression on anyone. It was during his college years that a crime fighter named Sigma appeared in the town. A tall, young, masked man whose exploits caught everybody’s imagination. Well-built and having an athletic grace, he cut quite a figure in his form fitted uniform. Every girl was impressed by him or, rather how he filled out the front of his spandex. More than a few guys took note of his perfectly rounded, dimpled muscle butt, and secretly wanted to nail it. Yuan became obsessed with the crime fighter, whose perfect body and muscular rear end, was sexually irresistible. Rumor had it that the young crime fighter was not only quite successful in fighting crime but also bedding many young women in the city. Once again rumors persisted the city’s crimefighter was overly aggressive in his sexual activities. Yuan noticed he rarely appeared with the same woman twice and assumed his ‘fuck and dump’ rule was alive and well.
As his college years gave way to a dull job, Yuan’s fate was to be ignored. That is until one day, he saw an Internet ad from a man named Horst offering lessons in hypnotizing. He claimed this skill could change a person’s life. By now, Yuan was desperate to do this very thing. He contacted Horst. To his surprise, his teacher was a particularly good hypnotist and hot as fuck. Tall, mid-thirties, and with a Chris Hemsworth physique, the handsome, blonde teacher was Yuan’s idea of a walking Aryan wet dream. Unfortunately, like Chad, he displayed a latent anti-Asian attitude. During their first class he even wore a MAGA tee shirt. To Horst’s surprise, Yuan was a natural hypnotist. Within a brief time, Yuan’s ability to hypnotize anybody was astounding.
“I think I can do you,” Yuan teased his instructor after one class.
“I doubt it but go on and try,” the Horst confidently stated. “No offense but guys like me are no pussies when it comes to will power. My will is not capable of being konked.”
Yuan focused on their eye contact and began talking. He remembered their lessons about taking your time and just simply engaging in meaningless conversation. He also made a few critical comments about the MAGA movement. In one of their early lessons Horst had mentioned the best way to get into a subject’s brain was to distract it by getting under his skin. Horst, overconfident about his ability, forgot that lesson and reacted to the words. “Sorry if that upset you,” he said.
“No, it’s cool,” Horst grunted though in truth he lost his resistance focus as he concentrated on not revealing he was upset. Without realizing it he had just cracked open the barrier that would allow his student to slip into his mind.
It took a bit of time but soon Yuan saw the tell-take vacant look that signified he had penetrated his subject’s mind. “You will do whatever I say,” he whispered.
“Do whatever you say,” a zonked Horst slowly answered.
“Strip,” Yuan commanded. He grinned as Horst complied. He took in the sight of Horst’s defined, muscled torso. Yuan’s cock stiffened both from the sexy vision standing before him and the knowledge he had taken down his instructor. He had imagined fucking Horst and now it was going to happen. However, first he wanted to explore the man’s psyche.
“Horst, do you have any secret fetish?” he asked
A slow smile came to the hunk’s face. “Frilly lacy underwear really turns me on,” he softly replied. “The touch on my skin when I’m taking them off a girl to fuck her gets me hot.” A slight swelling in his crotch as he said this became noticeable.
Yuan laughed at the idea that his macho soon to be ex-teacher had a secret feminine underwear fetish. It gave him an idea. He quickly made a few suggestive tweaks on Horst’s kink.
For the next few minutes, he pumped Horst for information about his sexual habits and, more critical, any latent desires. It appeared that, when he was 17 years old, he had been on his school’s wrestling team. As part of a cultural exchange, they traveled to Taiwan. While he was there a 19-year-old Taiwanese wrestler seduced him into the pleasures of being anally penetrated. Horst had suppressed the memory of how much he enjoyed it and how attracted he had been to the Taiwanese wrestler. His latent anti-Asian attitude was his mind’s way of suppressing that attraction. He also admitted he never let any female touch his taint during sex even though he secretly wanted it. Yuan discovered, far from being the aggressive posturing alpha that he made himself out to be, Horst also a suppressed submissive streak.
By now Horst was fully erect. Talking about his kinks and hidden desires had him in heat. Using his subject’s arousal as a base, Yuan had happily rewired horse Horst’s sexuality into a few different directions.
Satisfied with what he had accomplished, Yuan then focused on what he really wanted to do with his ex-teacher. “On all fours and hold your butt cheeks apart,” Yuan rasped as he undressed.
Horst quickly positioned on the floor with his legs and head forming the base of a pyramid, while his rear-end its apex. Horst’s hands firmly gripped each of his fully rounded, butt cheeks to spread them open. His rosy moist anal entryway glistened invitingly under the overhead lights.
Yuan positioned himself between the man spread thighs. He rubbed his cockhead on the ring.
“Open up,” he told Horst. He pushed.
“Fuck,” Horst cried out as Yuan’s dick pushed into his anus.
“Stay still and relax your ass ring,” Yuan commanded. “Beg me to bred your MAGA cunt with my superior dick.”
“Fuck my MAGA pussy with that big Asian cock,” Horst gasped. “Moaning and whimpered he somehow managed to relax his anal ring to give Yuan an easy fuck. “Aw fuck…yeah,” he gasped as he got plowed.
When Yuan left, Horst was lying on the floor, his legs still spread, and his hole oozing spunk. “I got screwed,” he sighed.
Thanks to Yuan’s suggestions, Horst would always believe he had seduced his student. He had also been sexually rewired. Yuan would occasionally take lessons with Horst simply to trance him and reenforce that rewiring. Secretly, Horst began to wear frilly underwear. At night he’d remove them so he could sniff them while he masturbated. Over time, again thanks to Yuan’s suggestions, he began to think of his ass and his crotch in feminine terms such as ‘clit’ and ‘pussy.’ He began begging his female partners to peg him with the dildo so that he could achieve a sexual climax. Ultimately, he soon lost interest in women pegging him. Under Yuan’s hypnotic influence, Horst sought out Asian men, paying them to wrestle and then fuck him.
*****
That night also changed Yuan’s outlook. With his ability to bring people under his control, Yuan’s withdrawn personality soon underwent a change. He realized that using his hypnotic gift, he could do or have anybody he wanted. His sex life improved as he was now able to fuck guys he always dreamed about screwing. His work situation got better as his hypnotized boss gave him raises and promotions. Under his skill, those that normally never said a word to him suddenly became his friends. Still, despite his improvements, there was one person who he wanted to bring under his control. Power Lad, now known as Sigma, was even more famous as they both reached adulthood. Age had only increased his sexual allure. Yuan was determined to hypnotize the strutting hero and especially nail the crime fighter’s amazing rump. He knew he had hypnotic ability, but to take down Sigma he needed an additional edge. Fortunately for him, his forays into the dark side of the sex milieu had made him aware of a chemist who had been conducting experiments with a drug to make a brain more pliable and surrender to its sexual cravings. It was quite easy to get his victims to hand over money to him so that he could pay the scientist enough to develop the drug into a gaseous form. Now satisfied that his gift and the drug’s ability to turbo charge its effects were all he needed, Yuan felt he was ready to fuck up the hero.
Yuan decided to learn everything he could about the man he wanted to conquer. He managed to meet and hypnotize a few women who had been among the hero’s sexual conquests. He was able to pump each of the young ladies about the man’s sexual likes and habits.
Yuan was able to learn that the crime fighter was a boasting top who liked to have his balls played with during sex. “He goes into heat when we do it,” one girl admitted. “I mean he was morning for more during our ball-play. He really loses his shit.”
The hero was also extremely vain about his hair. “The babes love the curls,” he’d joked to another while using his fingers to push back the curls that fell over his forehead. He also told her he thought his early of chest and public hair was a symbol of his manly virility. “I’m not some hairless pussy that can’t grow it,” he’d bragged.
One young lady reported that, while he was aware some guys obsessed about his ass, they had no hopes of even touching it. “Yeah, some dudes made offers but I set them right,” he’d told her implying his message had gone beyond a verbal warning. “This prime beef is off limits,” he arrogantly told her while giving his rump a slap, as if to emphasize his words. “He really gets mad if you do more than play with his taint,’ she said. “He was getting off on my finger rubbing it but freaked when it accidentally slightly slipped in it. I mean it was barely in before he started yelling he wasn’t a fag and actually slapped me.”
The one thing that did surprise Yuan was that, in every sexual encounter, the crime fighter never took off his mask. As one young lady put it, “I once reached for it. He slapped my hand away. He is obsessed with Mexico’s Lucha Libre wrestling. I realized he’s totally into the idea it’s a disgrace to lose his mask.”
Each one had also said the same thing. He always bragged how he “kicked every criminal’s ass” every time. How one had ever gotten the best of him. “I’m not sure what’s bigger,” one young lady grumbled. “His dick or his ego.”
Thanks to them, Yuan built up a profile on the hero’s sexual proclivities: smug about his masculinity, loved having his nuts played with though, his rump was strictly off-limits. Yet, getting his hole pegged turned him on. The hero had an exaggerated view of his masculinity and his crime fighting prowess. In fact, the latter appeared to be critical to his self-image.
Having enough information on his prey, he decided that the best opportunity to meet the crime fighter was to engage in crime. So, he began a series of burglaries. It was too easy for him to do it. Using his hypnotic ability, he was able to convince security guards to let him into buildings. After a successful string of such activities, he finally met the city’s hero.
He had just finished hypnotizing the security guards in a major jewelry store. Loading up his loot, he had intentionally tripped the alarms hoping that Sigma would respond. As he left the store, he saw someone approaching down the dark alleyway. To his delight, it was the hero in all his glory. The handsome hero stood there under the streetlights. His muscular torso glistened under their illuminations. They displayed every contour of his tall, spandex clad body. As usual, Sigma had that same arrogantly confident look on his face. It was one that Yuan knew so well from the numerous TV interviews the crime fighter gave while handing over criminals to the police.
“Do you mind telling me where you think you’re going,” Sigma said as he confronted Yuan in the alleyway behind the jewelry store the latter had just burgled.
“Well, it took you long enough to finally confront me,” Yuan replied.
“Being a smart ass won’t do you any good,” Sigma told him though, from his facial reaction Yuan’s response both surprised and annoyed him.
Yuan smiled. Getting under the crime fighter’s skin was precisely his intention. He wanted to annoy Sigma enough so that, when he challenged him, his ego would lead him into playing Yuan’s game. “I’m simply saying the fact that it took you long enough to get here. Quite frankly, I’m disappointed. I expected more when you arrived, but this is pathetic.”
“Cut the trash talk,” Sigma angrily responded. you going to come alone quietly or do I have to teach you a lesson? I haven’t kicked a bad guy’s ass in quite some time so I’m up for it.” The crime fighter smugly said as he stood there with legs apart. As was usual for him, stood there with shoulders back, chin smugly thrust up, and crotch slightly forward.
“Ah your trademark stance,” Yuan mocked. “I mean you're so predictable. I guess it's meant to intimidate criminals. Tell me, is thrusting out your manhood an attempt to intimidate everyone. Or is it just an invitation?” Yuan teased.
Sigma sopped smiling as his face took on a grimmer look.
“Am I supposed to be overcome by your jewels? Is that why you’re thrusting it out? Get criminal so wet with desire for you that they just crumble into a puddle? I'm sorry to disappoint you but I usually prefer shall we say someone with a bit more heft. If you're going to try that tactic maybe you shouldn't bring such a small weapon.”
“ You've got a smart mouth,” Sigma said even as he adjusted his position to subtly change his stance to reduce his crotch’s prominence.
Yuan suppressed and urged to smile. Getting under this guy's skin was easy he thought. “I think it’s only fair to tell you I’m a master hypnotist,” Jarrett told him while maintaining eye contact. “If you don’t want to get your ass kicked, I suggest you just go away.” He could see his words, shocked, and angered the hero.
“Do you really think cheap threats to hypnotize me can intimidate me,” the crime fighter laughingly told him. “What are you five-seven and about 112 pounds?” Sigma mockingly asked as he stood before him. “Don’t tell me, you’re going to do the old look into my eyes crap.” He stared at the rail, thin criminal. He. stood still and crossed his arms over his chest with eyes focused on Yuan. “Go on, take your best shot and then I’m going to haul skinny ass off to prison.”
He had counted on the arrogance of the crime fighter to help him. The two of them engaged in a stare down contest. Yuan knew that Sigma ego wouldn’t let him break off eye contact. In fact, he was relying on it so that the hero wouldn’t see anything else that was going on. Yuan reached down to his belt and released the gas from the canister that was strapped to his side. The chemist had provided him with an antidote to its effects. Sigma had no such immunity.
It’s invisible, odorless fumes filled the narrow alleyway. The crimefighter was so intent on not losing eye contact, that he didn’t even notice what he was breathing it into his system. “That is the thing about hypnotism,” Yuan softly said. “It only takes a little while to get into a guy’s brain.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet,” the crime fighter replied. His face flushed and his breathing deepened as the drug’s effects subtly took hold.
“Like I’m getting into your brain,” Yuan continued to softly state. Yuan continued talking while waiting for the sexual stimulants to take effect.
With every breath Sigma took more and more of the drugs into his system. There was a slight rise in his crotch area.
Yuan noticed that Sigma's hand drifted down to subtly adjust the spandex which encased his crotch. Resisting the temptation to smile, he kept talking while maintaining eye focus. “You know hypnosis is really something that most people are quite susceptible too.”
“Maybe people with a weak mind,” Sigma replied as he continued staring.
“Overconfidence helps of course,” Yuan said. “I'm glad that you're not overconfident,” he teased. “I mean we can break off eye contact, if you'd like. If it's getting to be too much for you.”
“Will you shut up,” Sigma grumbled as he forced himself to keep looking. He wasn’t about to lose an eye-fight with this guy. “Listen punk, you don't have to worry about me,” he said. However, the strain of focusing was beginning to get to him.
Minutes passed with Yuan just talking about hypnotism. How good it felt when people went under. How, after a while, people got tired which, was perfectly normal.
Sigma maintained his silence throughout but Yuan’s talk. The criminal droned on about how hard it was to continue staring and how somehow people got tired. Suddenly these words began working their way into the hero's brain. Even though he didn't admit it, he was feeling a bit tired. A desire to break off eye contact continued to grow within him. It was as if a fog was coming from somewhere in his brain. Try as he might to maintain focus, Sigma was finding it increasingly hard to resist Yuan suggestions. By now the drugs were also working. His brain was trying to fight a twin battle against both Yuan’s soothing words and the sexual stimulations that were coursing throughout his body. Soon his replies were noticeably slower. A few times he even slurred in his responses. He also showed signs of a semi erection.
Yuan later recalled the exactly when Sigma, his eyes widening as his pupils began to dilate, took a deep breath as his body relaxed. There was a split second when he suddenly realized he had misjudged things quite badly.
“What the fuck,” Sigma muttered as his arms fell to his sides.
“Just taking you down,” Yuan said. He moved in closer so that his eyes filled the hero's vision.
“Taking me down,” the crime fighter dully replied. It was the stud’s final vacant look that Yuan would treasure for the rest of his life.
“You are going to do everything I tell you to right,” Yuan commanded.
“Do everything you tell me to do” Sigma softly sighed as his muscled torso swayed in front of Yuan still sporting his semi boner. “I should fight,” he sighed. A small part of his mind was fully aware of everything but helpless to fight.
“Gotcha,” Yuan yelled in triumph. Thanks to the drugs and his hypnotic command, he had cold conked the man’s ability to resist. He knew there was still a small section of the hero's brain that would be stay resistant. That fact was perfectly fine for him. He had no desire to fuck with a zombie. The knowledge that a section to the hero’s mind was aware of what was happening only made it even more thrilling for him. His control and the drugs would keep Sigma pliable but delightfully partially aware of everything. Yuan wanted the challenge. Taking Sigma's body would be easy. Ultimately breaking that small mental section into pieces would be his real triumph.
*****
After that, was easy to lead the lead the hopelessly, hypnotically tranced, sexually stimulated crimefighter to his headquarters. “Let’s get you out of that uniform,” Yuan said to sigma as the out-of-it hero stood there in front of him. “And make it sexy.” One of Sigma’s conquests had mentioned he liked to have his body admired.” He made a big show of slowly undressing for me and his hard-on showed he was getting off on it.
Sigma blinked and seemed to hesitate. He tried to fight the hypnotic control Yuan had embedded in his mind. Yet, the drug’s induced sexual stimulations worked against him. Throughout his life, He had been a golden boy who always got what he wanted. His easy charm, good looks, and muscular build had made him continually successful in satisfying his sexual wants. So, he had never learned how to control his erotic desires. Throughout his life, whenever he was in a state of sexual heat, the organ below his waist called the shots. Now his aroused cock was working against his efforts to break free of Yuan’s commands.
“Do it,” Yuan sharply told him.
Sigma, under his orders, began a slow, sensual striptease. A part of him fought to disobey but the hypnotic compulsion, added by the Greg in his system, made resistance futile. Slowly, he eased the costume off his shoulders, revealing his well-defined chest hair and pectoral muscles. By now, he was perspiring, and the glistening beads of sweat only emphasize the contours of his chest muscles. A damp spot appears on his crotch showing, despite his initial reluctance, he was experiencing erotic stimulations.
Yuan took in the sight of the hunk’s full chest with those two rounded, lightly brown, quarter-sized nipples. The area was wet with perspiration. The look on his face showed that he hated what he was doing it. “Play with your tits,” Yuan instructed.
Reluctantly, Sigma’s hands moved upward. “Please don’t make me,” he softly moaned even as he began pinching his nipples.
Saying nothing, Yuan watched a crime fighter expertly felt himself up. Judging by the way he fondled them, this wasn’t the first time he engaged in tit play. The wet spot in his couch grew bigger, it was obvious he was turning himself on. Yuan also noticed that there was a significant swelling in Sigma’s crotch. Soon the brown orbs darkened and contracted. Sigma’s breathing intensified and a slight damp spot appeared in his crotch.
“Continue stripping,” Yuan ordered.
This time there was no hesitation. The drug’s effects were in full force and the nipple play had ‘primed’ the pump. Sigma, showing an erection now, was in heat. He gently rotated his body while he pushed the uniform downward. Yuan watched with increasing arousal as each section of Sigma’s ripped abdominal area came into interview. Swaying his hips erotically, the hero gently eased the rest of his uniform downward to show off his now damp honey trail. With one push, the uniform slowly moved down to unveil his impressive family jewels. Yuan was pleasantly surprised to discover Sigma had gone commando. He watched as the crime fighter’s hefty, long thick cock spring free of the spandex. He gyrated as his low hanging nutsack swayed to his movements. Little rivers of sweat moved from the valleys between his eight pack, finding their way to his semi-hard shaft until, at last, their beads of moisture dripped off the head of his cock and ball-sack.
“Turn around,” Yuan rasped. Sigma was an impressive site, but what he really wanted to see was his famously desired ass exposed before his eyes.
Even as he complied, Sigma's brain was trying to process how he had lost control of the situation. He still could not come to grips not only with the fact that he had been beaten but also that he was obeying the lewd commands that he was receiving. What was even more mind fucking for him was that his entire body was alive with sexual pleasure as he performed this obscenity. He told himself he needed to break free, to reestablish control of the situation. Yet, his resolve was weakened as wave after wave of the drug induced sexual arousals cascaded throughout his body. Once again, his sexual urges took over from his brain.
The compliant Sigma turned his back towards Yuan. His pale-skinned, beefy orbs came into view. Their muscles flexed and relaxed in response to the crime fighter's movements. They glistened invitingly under the lights. Sigma suddenly bent over so that he could push down the rest of his uniform, past his strong thighs until they fell around his ankles.
Yuan grinned as he took in the site of those luscious, rounded mounds. Sigma’s butt was the stuff of wet dreams for many gay men. “I am going to enjoy, tapping that,” Yuan softly whispered to himself. he took in the side of that perfect lean muscle torso. The crime fighter was standing before him, ready to be exploited. Thanks to his hypnotic control, combined with the drugs, he was clearly in a state of sexual arousal. Even though he had stripped out of his uniform, he had never taken off his mask. Aware of how critical it was to have that removed, Yuan had waited. He had already stripped the crimefighter of his precious head of hair, shaved his body to strip off his sense of virility, and with this striptease his dignity. Getting the mask off was the final act in the total destruction of Sigma’s self-image. “Unmask,” Yuan told him.
The hero balked. “Please don’t make me do this,” he dully begged.
Yuan knew this could be a make-or-break moment. Moving directly into Sigma’s face he focused all his hypnotic power. “You will do it. Then, when you finish, I want you on all fours like a fuck dog because that’s what I’m going to turn you into.” He watched in triumph as the tearful Sigma slowly removed his mask to, for the first time, expose his features to a criminal.
“Holy fuck it’s Chad,” Yuan gasped. Knowing that he had not only taken down the city's crime fighting hero, but also the object of his high school lust, sent another powerful wave of arousal through him. He had initially intended just to fuck the hero’s ass and let him live with that fact…now he intended to do more. He put on Chad’s mask and looked at him. “Who’s the hero now,” he joked as he secured it on his head.
“No…I’m…not you…hero,” Chad pathetically whined, his voice sounding more like a teenager than a heroic crimefighter. He stared at Yuan who was now wearing his mask. In the crime fighter's brain, that mask symbolized his status as hero. Yuan had not only stripped that role him but also assumed it. Another part of Chad’s self-image shattered into pieces. Before him stood the man who had conquered him physically and was soon to do it sexually. In his fucked-up, drug induced brain he now saw Yuan in that role. Chad’s ultimate bitching had begun.
*****
The fight seemed to go out of Sigma once he had taken off his mask. He stood there in all his naked glory. Yuan knew that the next steps would be even more of a mindfuck. He moved up close to Sigma and made sure their eyes locked in contact. He broke a capsule containing the gas and placed it close to Sigma’s nose. Without even realizing what he was doing, the handsome hero took in the fumes. “You will do whatever I tell you to do,” Yuan slowly stated. By now, Sigma’s pupils were fully dilated.
“Obey whatever you tell me,” he duly replied.
Yuan reached out and let his fingers run through the hairs on Sigma’s chest. “I like my boys clean,” he said. “I want you hairless from the neck down got it.”
A remnant of Sigma’s personality was still active within his brain “I can’t shave off all my hair,” he pitifully mumbled They both knew that Sigma considered his body hair as a symbol of his male virility. They also both knew that taking it off would psychologically strip Sigma of his sense of virility.
“Do it,” Yuan sharply instructed as he handed shaving cream and a razor to Sigma.
Sigma reluctantly took the items. As Yuan watched, he lathered up his chest, under his arms, his crotch, and his legs. “Please. I can’t,” he pitifully moaned as he held the razor in his hand.
“Do what I tell you to do,” Yuan instructed
He watched as Sigma, his eyes tearing up, slowly began to shave. First under his arms then, his chest. Throughout it, all the hero made whimpering sounds. Each swipe of the razor stripped away a little more of his sense of his own manhood. He skipped his crotch to work on his legs. Once he finished with them, he held the razor before his crotch hair and stopped. “Not this,” he softly whimpered, even though his cock was fully erected and dripping. When Yuan didn’t respond, he let out a moan and began to shave.
“Play with your balls a little,” Yuan laughed as Sigma began to remove the short dark hair from his nutsack.
Sigma did as Yuan instructed. His expert actions showed that this was not the first time he had engaged in some personal ball play. “Fuck yes,” he grunted as his ball play stimulation soon made him temporarily forget where he was. He rolled his nuts and occasionally giggled them up and down in the palm of his hand. A few times he gently slapped them causing the balls to lewdly swing between his muscled thighs. His conduct soon had him groaning.” Fucking…yes...yes,” he gasped as he scraped off the light wiry hairs that once covered them. His rigidly erect cock obscenely waved about in front of him. By the time he was done cleaning off his sack, his face was flushed with sexual excitement.
“What a good little boy,” Yuan laughed as he grabbed a towel wiped down the remnants of soap from Sigma’s body. Without body hair, the crimefighter’s muscle torso showed off every definition. Yuan took a hold of Sigma’s nut sack and gently squeezed.
“Oh fuck…yes,” Sigma grunted with his eyes tightly closed side. Yuan knew that this was a particular act that the crime fighter found highly erotic. His hand gently maneuvered the large balls in the palm of his hand, rolling them around, causing Sigma to squirm in delight. “You like me doing this to you don’t you,” Yuan teased
“I fucking love having my nuts handled,” Sigma, now lost in an erotic delirium, whispered. He had always thoroughly enjoyed having his nuts played with by his sexual partners. However, now that they were shaved smooth, the erotic arousals he got from this ball-play was overwhelming. “Oh, fuck my nuts feel… ah shit…hairless but fucking…” he groaned as Yuan rolled the naked, sensitized nuts.
“Like it?” Yuan teased as Sigma squirmed.
“Fuck…aw …yes…so…never felt like …yes more,” he whimpered.
After some more expert nut play, Yuan gave the pouch a hard tug downward that caused the crimefighter cry out in pain. His eyes popped open, and he stared at Yuan. He gazed down to see his nuts in Yuan’s grip.
“Kneel,” Jarrett said, taking pleasure when Sigma meekly complied. Yuan went over to a table and got an electric clipper.” One finishing touch,” Yuan said as the device buzzed.
Sigma let out a cry of shock and began to rise from his knees. His cock began to ooze pre-cum and, lost in the renewed erotic sensations, he dropped back down. He knelt there as Yuan began to slowly buzz cut his famous curly locks of hair until there was only one left. That one obscenely fell downward over his forehead. Satisfied with what he had accomplished, Yuan quickly lathered Sigma’s scalp and shaved it. Throughout the entire process, Sigma had kept his eyes tightly shut. When Yuan walked away, he opened them. Looking down, he saw his hair lying on the ground right in front of him. He looked up tearfully at Yuan then back down on the floor.
“My hair,” he sobbed.
“Get on all fours,” Yuan instructed. “I like to do a doggy style.”
Sigma, his mind totally fucked, offered no resistance.
Yuan quickly took off his clothes and stroked himself into an impressive erection. He moved to face the crimefighter. “Open,” he said as he placed the tip of his cock to rest on Sigma’s lower lip. The horrified look on Sigma’s face only stimulated Yuan further. He grabbed the lock of hair, used it to hoist Sigma’s face upward, then slapped him. “I said open, bitch. Unless you want me to fuck you dry, you’ll get me nice and wet.” Yuan broke another capsule and placed it under Sigma’s nose. The drug’s effects instantly raised the crime fighter into an even higher level of sexual excitement. Gingerly, he opened his mouth.
Yuan grabbed a hold of the crimefighter’s head and thrust it onto his erection. As he face-fucked the hunk, he reveled in the sounds of the stud’s gurgling and choking. He looked down to see a wide-eyed Sigma struggling to breathe as the cock drove deeply into his throat. His cheeks occasionally puffed out from the compressed air the fucking produced. Saliva was dribbling out of the corners of his lips. Yuan instantly pulled out leaving Sigma there gasping for air. “Get up on that table over there…on your back,” Yuan ordered.
Sigma struggled to his feet and went over to the table. Doing as instructed he laid face up on it. Yuan walked over to its edge. He pulled Sigma’s body forward towards him so that Sigma’s head was leaning slightly over the edge of the table. Wasting little time, Yuan quickly pushed open Sigma’s jaw and began to again face fuck him. As the powerful hero struggled and squirmed, Yuan watched the outline of his cock moving up and down deeply within Sigma’s throat. After a few more minutes, he pulled out again and ordered the muscled hunk to get off the table and get back on his hands and knees. Yuan renewed face fucking him. As Sigma continued to struggle and gurgle, Yuan continued thrusting his dick in and out of Sigma’s throat. When he was finally satisfied that he was sufficiently lubricated, Yuan pulled out.
Sigma, still in a doggy position, wheezed and coughed. He gulped in air as saliva dripped from his mouth. “I sucked a dick,” he sobbed as his head hung downward. “I sucked a guy’s cock. I’m a cocksucker.”
Yuan took a few seconds to savor all that he had done, while contemplating all that he was about to do. He looked down at Sigma, on all fours, his leg spread, and his anus open and ready.
Yuan faced Sigma and extended his finger by the hero's mouth. “Open up and start sucking on this,” he said. Sigma gazed at him with a mixture of arousal and contempt. “I said open up,” Yuan instructed as he focused his eyes on Sigma’s. Reluctantly the hero opened up his mouth. Yuan slipped his fingers between the hunk’s full lips thrusting into his throat. “You've already sucked fucking cock. Sucking my fingers shouldn't be a problem,” he mockingly laughed.
He's right. You're a cocksucker. You've already degraded yourself what's the point, Sigma told himself. He opened up his mouth and took in the finger. Inside his brain Sigma was both horrified and aroused by what he was doing. He was orally servicing Yuan as instructed. Yet, his nuts were churning with excitement. As wave after wave of erotic stimulation course throughout his torso. Soon, he drifted off on the pleasures within him. Without realizing it, he began to nurse and slobber over Yuan's finger. He hadn't noticed when Yuan placed another and then another finger into his mouth.
“That's enough, “Yuan finally said as he pulled out his fingers leaving the overly stimulated crime fighter dully staring at him open mouthed while saliva slowly dripped own his chin. Yuan quickly moved over behind Sigma. Taking his time, he massaged the hero's taint until Sigma was mewing with pleasure.
The stud was so lost in his lust that were coursing throughout his body that he failed to realize Yuan's finger had penetrated him. When he did, the shock was electric. He clenched his anal muscles together. Hoping to expel it.
“Stop it!” Yuan yelled as he slapped Sigma’s upturned.
“OW!” Sigma cried out as Yuan whacked a few more times to emphasize his command. Shocked, the crimefighter anal muscles unclenched.
“That's better,” Yuan said as he began to expertly finger funk the hero until he was squirming in heat.
For Sigma this experience was beyond anything that his brain could come to grips with. He knew guys wanted to fuck him, but he’d proudly boasted that no one would ever do it. He hadn’t even let any woman peg him. Yet now, a guy was digitally penetrating him, and he was turned on by it. He wanted to fight. However, he couldn't deny that the entire experience was sexually arousing. This fact made it even worse for him. He had always seen himself as a macho, All-American hero. How could he be that if he was on all fours like some type of fuck-dog holding his ass open while getting finger fucked? This wasn't something any hero did, let alone enjoy? Still, the proof was there waving obscenely about between his splayed thighs. A dick that was rock hard and copiously dripping precum. As Yuan worked him out with one finger, then two, and three, Sigma moaned lost in sexual heat. At one point he suddenly, he realized he was unconsciously jumping back on the fingers. I can't be enjoying this, he thought even as his dick waved in front of him like an obscene flag ready to surrender the fortress.
Once he was confident he had ‘loosened’ Sigma’s ass sufficiently, Yuan placed the head of his cock against the pinkish outer ring muscles of the crimefighter and gently pressed against its muscular defenses. “Open,” he said, knowing that Sigma was totally under his control and, in the throes of the drug’s sexual stimulations
“Please don’t,” Sigma softly asked. The idea that he was about to be anally violated shocked him. Yet, he was not only doing nothing to prevent it. He was in heat and the fire in his nuts demanded he surrender.
“You’ve been wanting this for a long time,” Yuan said. “Strutting about in that tight spandex. Displaying your body, showing off your ass. You love the attention. I bet you secretly want a guy to fuck you. I mean you’re fucking sporting a hardon. Time to put up what you’ve been showing off,” Yuan sharply replied as his shaft began to press inward.
“Please it’s too much,” Sigma cried out as Yuan’s shaft began to ‘open him up’. Getting digitally fingered out and, finding himself turned on by it, had been a mind fuck. Having his very insides now being penetrated by another man’s boner while still erect himself, was shattering him on a whole new level. “Pease don’t.” As Yuan’s shaft plunged in deeper, Sigma felt as if someone was taking a blow torch to his guts.” Go slower please,” he whimpered unconsciously admitting he had stopped believing getting his ass fucked wasn’t going to occur.
“I spoke to the women you fucked” Yuan replied. “Quite a few told me they begged you to take it slow. You told them they should feel honored to be fucked by you. How does it feel now being one being dicked without mercy.”
“I’m sorry,” Sigma sobbed as he felt his inner anal linings being relentlessly pushed apart to accommodate Yuan’s invading erection. On a deep level, he knew Yuan’s words were true. Once he was into rutting, he only cared about getting off. Now he was experiencing what his conquests had felt. Even as he begged Yuan to ease up, those memories flashed before him. They mocked his pleading for relief. These thoughts only added to the mental head job Yuan was doing to him. “I’m sorry,” he wailed as another part of his self-centered, arrogant attitude shattered.
“No. I can’t really want it,” Sigma pitifully moaned even as he felt his anal muscles relaxing under the pressure of Yuan’s dick. He couldn’t believe what Yuan was saying was true. Yet, he was rock hard. The first seeds of doubt entered his brain. He wondered if the pleasure he took from displaying his ass was really all about getting it fucked. “Do I.” He muttered.
Yuan smiled. He not only wanted to fuck Sigma’s butt. He wanted to fuck the man’s brain too. He knew that it was the drugs that was sexually exciting the crime fighter, but he wasn’t about to tell Sigma that fact. Yuan was going for total conquest. By the time he was done, he would not only bitch the ass he was about to claim but also the man himself. With one violent push, he speared Sigma on his shaft.
“I’m getting my ass fucked,” Sigma shouted as Yuan’s cock filled his guts. He was horrified by what was being done to him, but shocked by the fact that his cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum. “I can’t be enjoying this,” he moaned. Still, as Yuan began his slow, fucking thrusting, Sigma’s balls were churning, and his shaft liberally oozing out more pre-cum.
Yuan listened in triumph, as he continued fucking Sigma. The once smug crime fighter howled and cried out, but his cock stayed erect and oozing pre-cum. As he continued fucking at Sigma’s perfect muscled ass, Yuan couldn’t believe his luck. Watching the drug inflamed crime fighter on all fours, squirming under him, whimpering for more as he got screwed, was a fantasy fulfilled. Sigma’s virginal shoot was incredibly tight, which only made screwing him even more stimulating.
“You’re fucking my ass,” Chad whimpered. “I’m getting my ass fucked. Oh God don’t stop.”
Yuan recalled how arrogant Sigma has been when they first encountered each other in that alley. Now, each pitiful grunting “oh” that came from the crime fighter as he got fucked, was music to his ears.
For Sigma it was a nightmare. Not only had this smaller criminal defeated him, but he was also getting his ass violated. Worse, he was in the throes of an uncontrollable sexual arousal. His cock, a formidable weapon that he eagerly employed on many women, was dripping from the simulations his dick-filled ass was experiencing. “Aw fuck,” he moaned as Yuan’s dickhead suddenly slapped against his prostate. “No woman ever turned me on like this,” he groaned without realizing what he was saying. “Please…don’t stop,” he begged even as hearing himself say it humiliated him.
“I wonder what all those women you fucked would think seeing you speared on my cock and quivering like a bitch in heat,” Yuan teased.
“Aw shit you’re breeding my ass,” the once super macho crimefighter cried out as the man’s shaft rammed in and out of his rump. “This can’t be happening. Why am I so hot for it,” he pathetically moaned even as he unconsciously started humping back on the criminal’s dick. “Shit your tapping a sweet spot.”
Sigma’s pathetic gasps only made Yuan thrust harder into the quivering ass that so many men had wanted to penetrate. He gave both rounded cheeks a few hard slaps, enjoying the hunk’s yelps of pain.
“Argh…ewo…oooo,” Sigma continually sobbed as blows rained down on his once untouchable rear end.
Yuan observed his handprint appearing in a fiery reddish hue on each of Sigma’s pale-skinned rounded cheeks. Grinning now, he began a series of slaps.
“Ow. I’m getting my ass whipped,” Sigma cried as his rump was spanked. “Please …don’t.” His usual overly confident, masculine voice sounded more like whining of a prepubescent teenager. To his shock, part of him was finding was finding this butt abuse experience to be intensely erotic. “You’re slapping the shit outta me,” he sobbed even as his cock throbbed.
“Yeah,” Yuan laughingly said. “You’ve been needing someone to treat you like a little bitch you are for quite some time. You’ve always been a bit too arrogant. I’m going to spank that out of you till you promise to be a good boy,” he rasped as he rained down more blows until the howling hunk’s butt-cheeks. The sobs coming from Chad filled him with pleasure. Yuan reached for his cell phone and Chad’s mask which were on the nearby table. He put the mask back on Chat so that he would be recognized as Sigma. He opened his cell phone and put it on video mode. As he fucked the howling hero, he began shooting a video. The clip showed Sigma’s famous rump wiggling onto a cock while grunting in heat. Flaming red handprints were also visible on his butt. “Beg me to fuck you. Tell me you need a dick in your ass!”
Sigma, in a state of uncontrollable drug induced and hypnotic compulsion found he couldn’t resist. “Fuck my ass,” he cried out. “I need your dick in my ass.”
“I’m sending it to your fan site,” a triumphant Yuan laughed before hitting send.
“I’m fucked,” Sigma cried out as he realized his fans would see him begging to be bitched. He would never be able to show his face in public again. Images of guys masturbating, while watching him getting fucked flashed in his brain. He had always known he was admired and desired by both sexes. On some level it had fed his ego. Now, however, these guys would see his butt and recall it being plowed. Even worse, thanks for the drugs, his brain was unconsciously associating humiliation with sexual arousal. This effect would have ramifications in the future.
What neither knew was that, deep within Sigma’s mind, there existed a strong, latent, submissive streak that had been created by his domineering father. The man had been a strict disciplinarian who required obedience. All Chad had wanted was his father’s approval. When he was submissive to his father, he received approval from the man. Getting it made him happy. Without realizing what he was doing, his father’s actions had instilled deep within his son a connection between submission, approval, and happiness. By appealing to this “latent inner submissive, boy” Yuan was effectively bringing out Chad’s predisposition to be a beta.
“You want to be a good little boy,” Yuan said, as he gleefully watched Sigma helplessly crumbling under the anal assault. “You know being a good little boy, will only make you happy,” he mocked as his cock rubbed Sigma’s prostate stimulation into overdrive.
The combination of pain and sexual arousal became too much for Sigma. The suppressed memory of how, being his daddy’s good boy, had given him such pleasure suddenly burst forth within his brain. His prior painfully construed arrogant self-image shattered. “Please. I’ll be a good boy,” cried out “I’ll be a good boy,” he wailed.
“GOTCHA,” the criminal thought. He had mentally reduced the man to the boy. The knowledge that he was owning the city’s famous crime fighter erotically stimulated him to the very core of his being.
At one point, Yuan glanced over at the crime fighter’s belt and saw what looked to be a small gadget attached to it. He wondered what secrets it held. “What is that blue device,” he grunted as he continued screwing the moaning hero.
“It’s…my ...computer …port,” Sigma gasped as he struggled, and failed, not to answer. “Aw fuck my ass is on fire,” he yelped as his prostate ground on the villain’s cockhead. To his embarrassment, he realized he was fully erect and dripping pre-cum.
Suddenly, Yuan had an idea. Without stopping his fucking, he reached over and picked it up. When he tapped on the screen, it said that it could activate only through facial recognition.
“Mutha fuck,” Sigma grunted as his head exploded with increasing sexual stimulations. By now his brain was shattering on every level. He had always been proud of his sexual exploits. More than a few times he had treated women as simply a way to unload his spunk. Now, this criminal hypnotist had him in a doggie position and was using his rump in the same way he’d used those groupies. Inside his mind, he was screaming that he was a crimefighter. Yet, he had never been so sexually aroused as he was right now.
Yuan leaned over Sigma’s back while grinding his cock deeper inside the squirming hero. Grabbing the one lock left on Sigma’s head, the villain yanked the young man’s head upward with one hand while holding the gadget in front of his face. Instantly the machine flashed a facial recognition on its screen.
Face recognize password required for further access , the gadget stated.
“Tell it the fucking password,” Yuan ordered as he rammed his cock in so brutally that it smashed into Sigma’s now overly sensitized prostate.
The crime fighter gave a large yelp. “Oh God…please don’t make me tell you,” He screeched as he felt himself close to ejaculating.
“Password,” Yuan repeated.
“No please,” he pathetically moaned in a voice far removed from the arrogant tones he had always used before. “It has information on all the various crime fighters. I can’t betray everyone.”
Awaiting password, the gadget replied
“I said say the password, bitch,” his defiler commanded as he increased his thrust deeper into the now sobbing hero’s ravaged guts. “Tell me the password, while I’m breeding you” he yelled.
“Aw fuck,” Sigma sobbed. For the first time in his life, he had been demolished. Defeated by someone less muscular and shorter than him, unmasked, and now on the edge of popping his load with a cock up his ass. Yuan’s dick made one last violent slam into his prostate, and it was all over. Sigma screamed out the password. “TOP STUD”
Password accepted access granted , the gadget replied. Immediately its screen showed a whole series of files.
“FUCK YEAH,” Yuan shouted. His nuts began exploding his juices upward towards his shaft. “Take my spunk,” he cried out as he began filling the hero’s guts with his hot cream.
As the first hot splash of Yuan’s jism hit his prostate, Sigma lost it. “Oh, fuck you’ve turned me into a cum dump. He completely lost it. “Aw fuck,” the young hunk cried out as Yuan continued to seed his guts. Bellowing one giant cry of humiliation, young hero climaxed too and then passed out. His body slide forward with the villain’s erection still plugged into his rump.
“Son of a bitch,” a triumphant Yuan cried out. The thrill of what he had done was exquisite. “Bred you,” he gasped as he slowly withdrew from the crimefighter’s raved ass. He stood gazing down at the prone form. He smiled seeing his cum oozing out of the now puffy, red outer ring muscles of Sigma’s once virginal butthole.
As he looked at the labels for each of the files, he discovered he had struck a gold mind. Not only were there files on every superhero, but also their defense plans, weaknesses, aliases, and various other critical information that could help him take down every superhero in the city.
“Fuck what happened,” A woozy Sigma mumbled as he slowly came to. He gazed over at the master criminal hypnotist who had fucked him. To his horror, he saw Yuan holding his computer gadget and typing on the displayed files. Suddenly everything that had happened, came back to him. He had betrayed his fellow heroes and handed over information while allowing himself to be sexually penetrated. Even more shameful, he had blown his load doing it. To his shame, recalling what had been done to him was not only stirring up a craving for submission but also a need to be fucked again. Those powerful feelings of his, so long suppressed, were no longer to be denied. Given time, he might’ve been able to process these mental contradictions, readjust everything to become an even better crime fighter. However, Yuan was not going to let that happen.
“Thanks to you I’m going to be the most powerful criminal in the city,” the master hypnotist said to the young man. He gazed over at the appalled face of the young hunk. “You gave it up like a bitch in heat. Not only your ass but all the information I could ever want to take down your friends. If you’re a good boy, I’ll come over and fuck you again once I’m done here.”
“I’ve betrayed them all,” mind-fucked, crimefighter sobbed.
Knowing how vulnerable Sigma was at this precise moment, Yuan instantly moved so that he was now face-to-face with the young hero. “Everything will be all right,” he soothingly said as he locked his eyes with sigma’s. Now more vulnerable than ever before, the hero easily slipped back into a trance. “You never want this pleasure to end. Being my good little boy gives you a raging hard on, Yuan instructed as he reached down to stroke the hero’s shaft into another erection. He broke open a capsule containing the gas under Sigma’s nose and watched as the crime fighter breathed it into his lungs.
“Yes Sir,” Sigma dully replied. He reached down and took over the masturbating. “Being a good boy gives me pleasure,” he sighed as he succumbed to the sexual thrill of his manual stimulation.
Yuan, hearing this, felt victorious. He had not only crushed Sigma’s self-image as a man. He had given him the first taste of real defeat. A victory he’d was sure he had seared into Sigma’s brain when he had taken the hero anal cherry in the most brutal fashion possible. Even more deliciously delightful, he had turned the crimefighter into a betrayer of his friends. Sigma, the once strutting, groupie fucking hero, was no more. He gazed at the man happily gooning in front of him. With a few more consistent hypnotic trances, and implanted hypnotic triggers, he knew he could turn out this hunk into his 24/7 personal cum dump. He had accomplished what he set out to do. Turned sigma into his personal whore. The muscular hunk was his, in both body and soul. The fact that he turned out to be Chad, his high school lust object, made the victory even sweeter.
All that was left was to put the icing on the cake. In going through the gadget, he noticed that it had a pathway into the financial accounts of Chad’s family’s enterprises. When he tapped on it, the app asked for facial identification. He gazed at Sigma who was totally focused on manually stimulating his junk. “Crawl over here,” he ordered.
He smiled as he watching Sigma crawl over on all fours to get between his splayed thighs. He reached out and positioned Sigma’s face to look directly into the gadget. Instantly the phrase ‘facial recognition completed” popped up. Looking at the screen, he had realized he now had the ability to drain all their finances. Wasting no time, he did it. “Looks like you and your family are broke,” he laughed.
He quickly blocked any of Chad’s family from having access into the accounts to find out what happened. He gazed at the young man, there on all fours still gooning with a stupidly happy look on his face. “I have an idea.” He took ahold of Sigma’s hair lock and directed the man’s slaw jawed mouth onto his erection. As the young hero choked on Yuan’s cock, he hit ‘change facial identity’ on the device. Yuan positioned it to record a new facial identification. From now on, Sigma would need a cock in his mouth to gain facial access. He would keep the device, of course, but it tickled his imagination to know that now on the Internet, there was an image of Sigma as a dick sucker.
For Yuan the rest was all anticlimactic. Sigma was no longer in any shape to fight whatever Yuan wanted. He took a dog collar from the nearby table and secured it around the broken hero.
Sigma whimpered when placed a dog collar on him. Still, by then, being turned out as a fuck dog was inevitable and. they both knew it.
“I own you, fuck-dog. Got it.” He smiled as Sigma meekly nodded. Whenever I’m around, you crawl on all fours and only bark. Got it!”
“Arf,” Sigma weakly replied as Yuan’s laughter filled the room.
“Good doggie,” Yuan replied as he gave Sigma another hit of the drug.
By now he was so infused with the drug the crimefighter was flying on a cloud of sexual arousal. He reached down to stroke his erection. “Woof,” he sighed.
“Doggie gets a bone too,” Yuan teased as he pulled on the collar so Sigma could suck his dick. The room soon filled with the scent of their rutting coupled with the occasional cock-muffled ‘ruffs’ of a fuck-dog!
Sigma the city's crime fighting hero disappeared from view. Luckily, he was replaced by Hypno-man. The new crime fighter took up where Sigma left off. As for Chad, he adjusted to his new role as Yuan's personal fuck-dog. He was collared, cock caged, continually naked, fully shaved, and always eager to offer up whatever hole Yuan required or, render orally services as instructed. The only sounds he now made were either ‘arf’ or ‘ruff.’ In his fucked-up brain he was a happy puppy intent on serving his master's needs.
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