THE HYPNOTIC HERO (part 1)

by

PAE PAUL

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Herbert Freed, like his idol James Dean, was a well-proportioned and roguishly handsome man with brown eyes and hair and a love for life that was evident. He was also a thief.

And being a thief it wasn't at all surprising when he approached his lifelong pal Albert Schott about robbing the supermarket to which he---being an employee---had keys to the door, cash register and a safe.

And so, armed with shotguns they appropriated from Freed's father-in-law's garage, the two did just that. They got away with $1,200 in cash. The afternoon following the robbery, Schott paid off some gambling debts and threw a party for himself---serving steaks and food he'd taken from the store. His accomplice Herbert Freed bought clothes and various electronic equipment at a nearby mall.

And he was in the process of leaving the mall with all his ill-gotten gain when he was confronted by a stranger.

And this stranger confronting him was dressed almost like Superman from this comics and TV. But on his chest the "S" was surrounded by a circle instead of the triangular shape that adorned the Man of Steel's outfit. And he wasn't wearing pants. In fact, the only thing clothing this caped hero's loins was a jock strap (G-string to be more accurate) made of thick, sturdy red leather. The man himself was handsome with blond hair . . . slender, but well-built. But it was his eyes which truly caused him to stand out: They were piercing eyes, so intense and blue that they defied description. They were like the eyes of some exotic specter looking out from beneath his blond and even brows. They were mesmerizing.

And these mesmerizing eyes were the reason the costumed was known as Spellbinder, the hypnotic hero! His super-power was his futuristically evolved hypnotic capability with which he was able to gain temporary control over lesser, weaker minds. And he used that power on handsome Herbert Freed.

"You are so relaxed now," He said, fixing his gaze on the thief, "And your eyes are now starting to become heavy. They will become heavier and heavier . . . "

Freed tried to turn away but immediately realized that he couldn't. He was as trapped as a deer in headlights.

Narrowing his enthralling gaze even more, Spellbinder---whose real name was Erik Granderson---said "Look deeply into my eyes . . . they're rather nice eyes You can almost drown in their blueness . . . ."

"They're beautiful . . . magnetizing," Freed said rather drowsily.

"Yes they are. And here's another little thing they can do," the hypnotic hero said. Spellbinder then condensed his gaze, and his eyes almost seem to glow with power. Freed couldn't help but watch, almost completely entranced. "Yes, keep staring into my eyes. You cannot look away . . . "

Freed kept staring into Spellbinder's eyes and listening to the hypnotic hero's voice.

"You are so relaxed now, and your eyes are now starting to become heavy. They will become increasingly heavier."

Freed's eyes closed and his head slumped down. Spellbinder asked, "Can you hear me?"

"Yes," he said in a sleepy tone.

"Open your eyes but remain asleep," the hypnotic hero said.

The thief opened his eyes but remained in a hypnotic trance.

"I want you to want me, boy." the hypnotic hero said in a soothing tone. "You do want me, don't you, Herbert?"

"Yes." The entranced thief said.

"Good. Come here."

Herbert Freed walked over to him, trembling in anticipation.

"Remove my jock and get on your knees before me." ordered Spellbinder.

After complying with the jock removal, the thief knelt in front of the hypnotic hero's huge flopping penis. Now Freed was more hypnotized by the musky smell of the super-hero's manhood than he was by his entrancing eyes. Spellbinder himself was turned on with the anticipation of getting his fat veiny cock sucked. "Open your mouth and take in my cock, Freed."

Herbert Freed complied like a good little slave. The already massive cock began to grow within the thief's open jaws. He struggled to adjust his mouth around the shaft which was as thick as a whisky bottle! The hypnotic hero's cock was so huge . . . only the head and a small portion of the shaft could be swallowed comfortably. Nonetheless, Freed masterfully worked this prize cock, and soon Spellbinder began to moan in pleasure and began to thrust his hips into the thief's mouth. The mesmerized Freed began to gag ever so slightly and so the hypnotic hero let up a little . . . but not that much . . . just enough that the robber wouldn't choke to death on his throbbing dick.

The thrusts became more intense as did the moaning. "Suck it, scumbag!! Oooohhh!!! You want more of it in your mouth? Suck it! And when you taste my jizz that will be your cue to suck double-time!"

The hypnotized Freed couldn't have spoken even if he had tried, for his mouth was packed to the extreme! Spellbinder began gripping the rear on the robber's skull and began to pull his head inward to meet the thrusts of his piercing cock! The gag reflex in Freed's throat had somehow died and once Spellbinder realized it, he started really fucking the thief's open mouth! His bulbous cock head slamming the back of Herbert Freed's open gullet. The faintest taste of super-hero semen hit the entranced Freed's taste buds and sent him into a sucking frenzy!

He went into over drive, hungry for a full blast of this hypnotic hero's jizz! Spellbinder humped the robber's face and Freed continued to gulp, suck, and struggle to adjust to the girth and force of the penetrating shaft. He gulped for air to breathe, for air to moan in pleasure, and for air to help seal the vacuum around the super-hero's dick-head! Droplets of cream mingled with his saliva, he knew it was nearing, that special point. That point when one can feel the cum building in the base of one's abdomen deep in the pit of one's pendulant balls. One could feel it rise like the tides of the sea, inching closer and closer to the base of the shaft.

And then he felt it rising! Rising as the heat rises, like mercury in a thermometer, it rose and rose and then GUSH after glorious orgasmic GUSH!!! Out rushed the gummy milk of passion. The prolonging of his orgasm was ended. Spellbinder's cock stiffened one last time to it's maximum rigidity and out flowed his super-hero seed! Freed struggled to swallow as much as he could but it flowed by the gallons! Despite the huge outflow of seminal nectar, the thief managed to swallow enough to satisfy a dehydrated man's thirst! Dehydrated for the life-giving milk of a super-hero! Herbert Freed had never had such pleasure in his entire life! The passion of sucking Spellbinder's cock and now swallowing his semen, caused Freed to take part in his own orgasmic journey! The robber's cock was still enclosed within his pants and yet he ejaculated as if his cock had been milked! Then the thief slumped to the floor.

Spellbinder then fixed his gaze on the robber's eyes again. "And now my little thief, I have hypnotized you deeply, and you will obey me. Look deeply into my eyes again. Yes. Now when I snap my fingers I'll remove and erase forever all waking memory of this little event from your open, helpless mind. From the time I placed you in a waking trance to now this little pleasure segue is gone forever, except in your dreams. You have already forgotten . . . but you DO have a sudden desire to go to the nearest police station and turn yourself in for robbing that grocery store, don't you? Say 'yes, Master.' "

Herbert Freed's slack cum-coated mouth murmured "yessss . . . massssterrr . . . . "

The hypnotic hero snapped his fingers. And immediately Herbert Freed scrambled to his feet and headed in the direction of the nearest police station. As for Spellbinder, he made his way towards his car . . . the Mesmer-Mobile!

There his young sidekicks Rune and Roar Lillestrom (a.k.a. The Trance Twins) awaited him. Rune and Roar were wiry, deeply-tanned, handsome young man with short bleach-blond hair and blue eyes usually obscured by the domino masks they were. Their costumes resembled the outfit worm by Batman's teen sidekick Robin except they kept their chests bare and they also wore a leather jock strap in place of pants and super-hero underwear. They had tattoos of tribal designs on both biceps, rods in their tongues and even nipple rings.

How these twin young men became super-heroes was odd . . . .

For reasons he could never fathom, Rune Lillestrom got a job as power plant security guard right out of high school . . . but quite often the job proved too much for him. When such trouble arose, his twin brother Roar, a college freshman, donned an identical security guard's uniform and masqueraded as Rune. This "double identity" enabled the then eighteen-year-olds to outwit numerous miscreants who attempted to break into the power plant facility. Once they foiled a scheme by one of Spellbinder's arch enemies and even managed to save the caped champion's life. Soon thereafter the two became the hypnotic hero's masked sidekicks and took the names Daze and Gaze . . . the Trance Twins!

Together with Spellbinder these young crusaders (now both nineteen years old) fought crime on the mean streets of Bottomsville and around the world. Their main baddy was the evil Professor Psyche.

Whenever trouble was afoot you could here them shout, "You Are Getting Sleepy!"

***

And we find Spellbinder's arch foe, Professor Psyche, in a boisterous little town in Norway . . . .

Apart from his wealth and his adroitness in business, Professor Psyche is a master hypnotist with uncharted coercive abilities. In addition to that he was a brilliant situational analyst. His dry wit and rather confrontational demeanor, however, sometimes betrays the simple fact that he's a super-villain whose ultimate goal is to take over the world.

And tonight he would begin his quest for the world's enslavement with a few dozen soccer players and fans.

The fans in Norway's Alfheim Arena were celebrating after Sigurd Buer had given the home side a shock lead in the 10th minute. Buer profited from some sloppy defending by Franz Hoftun to leave his team's goalkeeper, Arni Gautur Arason, at his mercy. The crowd cheered and some even wept. Bjorn "Professor Psyche" Rosenborg frowned in distaste. It's soccer after all. How could such an inane sport elicit such emotion? He watched the game with growing contempt even as he admired the handsome men cheering and/or booing their team . . . and the even handsomer men nimbly chasing the ball about on the field. He loved the men, but he absolutely LOATHED the game.

The announcers shout "GOOOOOOOOAL !!!!" with every score, sounding to the villain as if they've just passed a kidney stone. And the reason for this had to do with the fact that goals are so damned RARE. Professor Psyche could clearly see that there was little strategy except not to lose. And coaches were so scared of giving up one of those few and far between goals that they kept as many players back as they could, making for long, drawn-out defensive duds. Too many games, including world championships, have been decided entirely, entirely on penalty shots!

So who enjoys these games the most? Hooligans. Still these hooligans, much like the soccer players themselves, tended to be quite comely. And Professor Psyche was a man who wished to adorn his secret palace with beauty. The beauty that only several dozen studly male slaves could provide.

Bjorn Rosenborg wasn't bad looking himself. He was a handsome man with a perfectly straight nose which, when added to the tons of wealth everyone knew he possessed, lent him the beauty of a god. And a god needed worshippers and slaves, right? So this was the predominant reason why he was here in Norway enduring an inane soccer match. Nordic men were his passion, and at soccer matches the choicest of blond demi-gods could be found both on the field and in the stands.

He knew that hypnotizing the crowd would be easy because their reactions to everything was automatic and repetitive. Automatic activities like taking a shower or driving a car allow daydreaming and favorable states of hyper suggestibility. Drifting from an alert state into a different level of consciousness, brain activity shifts as these states change.

So Bjorn "Professor Psyche" Rosenborg made his move at enacting his own brand of crowd control.

Simple "passes" of his hands when his image appeared on the giant viewscreen was sufficient to put these mindless masses into a trance. The setting and atmosphere indirectly increased the effect of the suggestion which induced an alteration of the state of consciousness. In moments the crowd, as well as the players on the field, were hypnotized.

With his mastery of "magnetic somnambulism", Professor Psyche had a crowd whose behavior could be influenced by anything he said. So with a bullhorn in hand he made his way to the center of the playing field. No sound could be heard from the entranced crowd. There were no more cheers for the home team, no boos for the visitors, no feet stomping, no cursing at this stranger who was walking to a point on the green where everyone could clearly see him. Instead, all that could be heard was the sound of Professor Psyche's army's footsteps as they marched into the stands and onto the field to stand beside their leader. These men (known as the "Psyche-Force" as opposed to "strike force") did not need the automatic rifles they wielded, for the man who had hired them had the crowd of intended slaves well under control.

The super-villain spoke clearly and tranquilly into the voice-amplifying bullhorn: "Sleep, my good people . . . sleep. . . sleep. Deeper and deeper into sleep. You hear only my voice. You will listen only to my voice, and you will obey me without hesitation. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yeeeeesssssssss . . . " the crowd droned in unison.

"Women of the audience you will remain asleep and will not awaken until you feel the kiss of dawn's early light upon your skin . . . . " The women in the stands all began to feel as though they were being sucked into a long tunnel, and Bjorn Rosenborg's beautiful voice was guiding them on their journey to this warm, comfortable and very safe slumberland. In seconds all of them were frozen like statues, heads bowed.

It was then that Professor Psyche focused his wickedly flashing eyes on the men both in the stands and on the field. His eyes were now constant in their look of predatory savagery. None of the entranced males noticed this, for their minds had been stroked into insensibleness. The super-villain had them ensconced in deep, deep hypnosis. Not a single man . . . be he bawdy fan or dedicated soccer player . . . offered any resistance, and it was too late, anyway. Professor Psyche continued whispering deepening commands as he used his words and his eyes to wipe out every trace of free conscious thought.

Professor Psyche then ordered all men from the ages of eighteen to twenty three to strip themselves naked. And these entranced youths slowly started to remove their clothes, taking off their shoes, socks and work attire and soccer uniforms. The super-villain and more than a few members of his army enjoyed watching as the hypnotized young men's shorts were pulled down exposing their penises and balls. The young, muscular and well endowed builds were quite impressive.

Professor Psyche, in a moment of depraved inspiration, then ordered a dozen naked fans to move behind an equal number of naked soccer players. The soccer players were ordered on all fours and then another twelve fans were ordered to stand IN FRONT of them. They did . . . and the soccer players spread their asses open with their hands. The entranced fans placed the tip of their cocks at the spellbound players' anuses and held completely still as these fans slowly eased their dicks up their asses. The fans pushed in until they were buried full up the soccer players' virginal chutes.

Then they opened their mouths wide as the other dozen fans shoved their dicks into their oral orifices. When the civilians behind them were all the way in, the screams were caught in players' cock-filled throats. Their bodies thrashed wildly between the fans as the civilians began to thrust in and out of their mouths and asses. The young soccer players were squirming and moaning as the youthful male fans pushed in and out of them rhythmically.

Professor Psyche then ordered the rest of the young men present to fuck and love each other in a free-for-all. The diversity of the carnal exploits that followed was astounding. Men showered kisses on each other's necks and man-tits, bathing them with saliva. Some fucked each other like rabbits then turned around, laying on their backs, while their assholes were impaled on the cocks of the men they'd previously fucked.

The crowd fucked madly, rocking slowly in and out of each other's mouths and asses. They established a tempo and both fucker and fuckee went wild. They howled until their voices were hoarse . . . but they continuously screamed with pleasure anyway. They fucked each other with long deep strokes in both the stands and right out on the green soccer field---their cocks sawing in and out between cum-smeared lips and sweaty clapping asscheeks. They fucked until it grew to be more than the mesmerized men could stand. Half of the youths held their bodies rigid, filling the mouths and asses of the other young men with their hot white cream.

After cumming they began all over again, fucking each other like well-oiled sex machines, pistoning, pumping, and finally jetting out huge loads of sperm time after time. As they collapsed into a heap, Professor Psyche wondered how---when he got the young men back to his castle compound---he could possibly top what he had just forced these mesmerized men to accomplish. He looked down at his own erect member and jerked himself off.

The super-villain then ordered the hypnotized men ranging from eighteen to twenty-three to follow his Psyche-Force soldier who made sure they all filed directly to the waiting trucks. The naked mesmerized youths, trudging exhaustedly after the fuck-fest, willingly marched into the cargo holds of the trucks and were whisked away to Professor Psyche's secret compound . . . Captivation Castle.

***

Erik "Spellbinder" Granderson was not thinking about super-heroing at the moment.

He was in his private office trying his best to wind down after his latest adventure. When he received the message that Professor Psyche had captured and enslaved more than three dozen young men, the hypnotic hero leaned back and closed his eyes. Bjorn "Professor Psyche" Rosenborg and he had once been pals, and the conflicting feelings he felt in regards to his friend-turned-foe disturbed him. He removed a book from his bookcase and thumbed his way to a certain chapter. It read:

Dictionaries define hypnosis as: An induced sleep-like state in which the subject readily accepts the hypnotist's suggestions. A derivative of the Greek word "hypno" meaning "sleep", hypnosis is a "sleep-like" state and not sleep itself. Everyone has been in various hypnotic states many times without notice because it seems natural. Hypnotic states are normal for humans and animals. People frequently lapse into a hypnotic state. It is triggered anytime a person remembers a sequence of events.

And Spellbinder nearly placed himself into a hypnotic state when he thought back to the days when he and Bjorn "Professor Psyche" Rosenborg had been the best of friends.

The two had been simple baggage handlers---checking luggage for a major airline when they spotted three thugs chasing an old man. When the thugs began shooting at the elderly Asian-looking gentlemen, Bjorn and Erik ran to help . . . and subsequently drew the thugs' fire. The old guy got away, but both Bjorn and Erik were shot. Bjorn Rosenborg almost died and Erik Granderson nearly ended up paralyzed. But the old man they saved---who was MUCH more than what he seemed---was grateful to them for having saved him. So he summond "his people" and mysterious cult like figures whisked Bjorn and Erik away to some secret headquarters.

"Once we recovered, the old man, who was a mystic from Central Asia, offered to teach Bjorn and I the secrets of hypnosis and mind control." Erik said, relating the tale to the Trance Twins a few hours later. "And over the following months Bjorn Rosenborg and I learned the paranormal secrets of hypnotism as well as the tricks of the banal marketplace hypnotists. Wasn't long at all before we were both experts."

"But you decided to use you powers to fight for truth and justice and all the rest, while Bjorn used his abilities to amass himself a personal fortune." Said Daze.

"And now he's even using it to make captives out of human beings." Added his twin brother Gaze.

Spellbinder shrugged. "To each his own. Let's go rescue those slaves."

The trio donned their costumes, following which they immediately took off for Norway and Castle Captivation.

***

Expecting Professor Psyche's "Psyche-Force" army to confront them, Spellbinder and the Trance Twins were surprised when the castle appeared to be deserted.

"Very well, let's split up." said the hypnotic hero said to his young sidekicks. "We'll meet here in fifteen. If you spot anything, send a message on the com-link."

So the Trance Twins wandered along the route listening to the various small noises of Castle Captivation's gloomy emptiness. Despite tedious moments like this, Daze and Gaze really liked their job. The pay wasn't too bad and Spellbinder was cool . . . a little too stringent in his beliefs, but cool.

Lost in their own very similar thoughts the identical young men both failed to notice the slight noise behind them until it was too late.

Suddenly a damp cloths was slapped over their faces and hands gripped their arms. Black, leather clad arms swung around their chests, pulling them backwards. The twins gasped and inadvertently filled their lungs with sickly, sweet fumes. Their heads spinning, they tried desperately to break free, but there was more than one guy holding both of them. Daze and Gaze tried to hold their breaths, but their air supplies were running out. They were forced to take more of the drugged vapor into their lungs. They felt their legs buckle, their hands fell away from the imprisoning arms and what little light they could see faded away. They felt the hands lowering their limp forms to the stone cold castle floor and they knew no more.

continued in part 2

Part 2

Meanwhile, Spellbinder himself was similarly attacked by the Psyche-Force in another part of the castle . . . .

"Trance Twins . . . red alert!" the hypnotic hero yelled into his com-link wristwatch.

But his warning was not heard. Spellbinder tried to escape the castle, but the men of the Psyche-Force had caught up with him. They grabbed his arms and forced him to the ground. He struggled, but they held his feet and legs to the floor. Then one of them slugged the super-hero in the jaw. Then his head was the held and his eyes were pried open wide so that he could get a clear look at Professor Psyche who stepped out the shadows and focused his hypnotizing eyes on his former friend.

"Gaze into my eyes, Erik . . . gaze deeply!" the villain ordered, watching in amusement as Spellbinder tried hard to free himself from the grip of the Psyche-Force soldiers who pinned him down. "Gaze deeply . . . you are getting sleepy, aren't you?"

"Yes, I feel . . . so sleepy," the hypnotic hero said, his voice already beginning to slur with drowsiness. "Must stay awake."

"But you don't want to stay awake. You want to sleep. . . to close those tired, tired eyes and sleep," Bjorn Rosenborg said. The effort to keep his eyes open was getting harder for Spellbinder as the villain's powerful gaze intensified. "You're so sleepy, Spellbinder, so sleepy. Watching my eyes makes you sleepy and relaxed . . . sleepy and relaxed. You want to close your sleepy, sleepy eyes. . . your sleepy, sleepy super-hero eyes. My voice combined with my gaze is putting you to sleep."

Spellbinder's eyes closed and his head slumped.

The Psyche-Force soldiers were about to drag the entranced super-hero away to a cell, but Professor Psyche stopped them. He decided to place a post hypnotic suggestion into Spellbinder's mind just in case his arch nemesis somehow managed to escape.

"Erik, when I repeat certain words, you will halt whatever you are doing and remember only that you must go to sleep. So whenever I say 'deep sleep', you will re-enter your hypnotic trance. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand." Said the mesmerized hero.

Professor Psyche smiled. But his revelry was short-lived, for suddenly the hypnotic hero broke from his trance as his own power began to fight back the power of his arch enemy. Erik "Spellbinder" Granderson might have gotten away were it not for the fact that his adversary had an entire army at his disposal. During his attempt to get away, a Psyche-Force soldier hit him over the head with one of The villain's expensive antique vases, then another did likewise with flower pot, and then another used a small chair. It took all of this to render the hypnotic hero unconscious.

When the Psyche-Force soldiers tried a second time to drag the super-hero off to a cell, their master stopped them yet again, deciding that he would have some "fun" with his former friend first.

"For causing me so much trouble you deserve a bit of special treatment!" the villain said, kicking the inert form of Spellbinder as it lay on the stone citadel's floor.

So inside the super-villain's office, Professor Psyche got the limp, unconscious hypnotic hero laid on the sofa. The villain then began to remove the heroic youth's jock. Slowly, he pulled the g-string jock down . . . and wasn't surprised to see an absolutely beautiful cockhead resting flaccidly on a mattress of light brown pubes. "Just like I remember."

He removed Spellbinder's entire costume. Kneeling at one end of the sofa the villain had Erik Granderson's bare feet in his face. The villain started kissing the tip of his rival's toes . . . even sucked on them and licked ravenously between them. He touched Spellbinder's feet with his face. The super-hero's feet being a size twelve covers her entire face. Bjorn Rosenborg even places his face on the unconscious hypnotic hero's beautiful arches. Later Professor Psyche wouldn't be able to remember how long he stayed like that, but it was long enough for him shoot a wad in his pants.

Seeing that the blood from the hero's battered head was pouring down his considerably, the villain retrieved a washcloth and basin from one the palace's many bathrooms. He knew that the blood was more from a cut scalp and not from a serious head injury, and everyone knew that scalp cuts looked bad but were generally superficial. Once he was done tending to Erik's head, he began washing the young hero's naked chest.

And Professor Psyche continued to rub the cloth against the hypnotic hero's smooth chest, he saw the young man's nipples started to become erect. The villain looked at the his nemesis' extremely handsome face as the latter continued to sleep in his brutal KO'd slumber. Bjorn Rosenborg then threw the cloth on the floor and brought his tongue on his former friend's right nipple. He was delighted at how hard the nipple had become and earnestly began sucking it inside his mouth. He continued to suckle the man-tit with his mouth while using his left hand to jerk himself off.

Eventually Spellbinder moaned as he began to regain consciousness. Strong fingers stroked his face and narrowed, Professor Psyche's eyes (filled with love not diluted by memories of the times he and his former friend had spent battling each other) watched as awareness slid over Erik Granderson's handsome face. But before the hero could fully regain his wits, the villain focused his gaze upon the dazed Spellbinder and uses his post-hypnotic suggestion to send him back into a trance.

The hero remained mesmerized as his arch nemesis molested his body. After a few minutes, the villain salivated with lust as his entrancing eyes studied the young super-hero's body. Erik Granderson's skin was like pure smooth ivory, and his face was likened to a Greek god---so innocent with his neatly combed brows, long thick eyelashes, peachy pink soft lips and beautiful well-shaped nose.

Professor Psyche couldn't control himself. He needed to press his mouth against his arch-enemy and taste his dear sweet lips. As the villain's nose neared the hero's partly opened mouth, he said to himself that he'd never smelled something as sweet as this slumbering super-hero.

He brushed his lips to Spellbinder's. Professor Psyche quivered from excitement as he tasted the hypnotic hero's candy like lips. He pressed his mouth harder and began to snake his tongue inside the entranced young man's mouth. Spellbinder's eyes were glazed and stared straight ahead. Bjorn Rosenborg changed his position. He situated himself on the sofa's end---in between Erik's legs, which he parted widely. Now in this position it was easier for the villain to place his mouth on the hero's healthy penis.

Professor Psyche brought down his tongue and began lightly licking the mesmerized champion's inexplicably growing pecker. When his tongue brushed the piss hole, the young man began to moan and make a slight movement on the sofa despite being in a trance. The super-villain continued to the side of shaft until he reached Erik's nuts. Professor Psyche gently chewed on one ball then the other which made Spellbinder squirm even in his hypnotized state.

After rolling the limp hero over onto his back, the villain trailed his tongue to Spellbinder's hole. Professor Psyche savored the anal canal with his tongue, his hands were his arch-nemesis' strong legs.

"Turn over, Erik." ordered Professor Psyche.

The entranced young man complied, dutifully rolling over onto his back again.

The villain then probed the tight hole once again before firmly seizing the mesmerized young man's ankles and lifting them. The hypnotized hero's legs were bent and his knees were pointing towards his chest as Professor Psyche held him by his ankles. The super-villain thoroughly tongue-washed Spellbinder's hole, pausing only to lick at his former friend's bare toes and soles for a bit. He did this until he shot a huge wad of jizz for a third time.

***

Spellbinder awoke in a cell, cold, breezy, NAKED! He realized as it suddenly

registered in his brain.

"Where is my costume?" he demanded to no one in particular.

"Just outside of the cell door right along with ours." Daze stated sullenly. And the hypnotic hero saw that both Daze and his brother Gaze were sharing the cell with him. And both were equally naked.

Nineteen-year-old Gaze sat on a small bunk with a weary look on his young handsome face. They'd taken everything; their costumes, their stun-guns, and even the special goggles that kept he and his brother immune to hypnotic effects. While his twin brother skulked about impatiently, Spellbinder sat cross-legged and naked on the stone cold floor, listening intently to the conversation of the guards outside their cell. From what he gathered, the young men who had been abducted from the soccer match were being kept in a cell across the way . . . . and each one had apparently been brutally raped by either Professor Psyche or one of the men in the villain's Psyche-Force army.

When he'd heard enough, he turned to his twin sidekicks. "The first thing we have to do is distract the guards. Once we overpower them and get out of here, we'll free the young men Psyche is keeping prisoner and blow this joint."

"But how do we distract the guards?" asked Daze.

Without answering Spellbinder reached his hand down the younger boy's body and started to rub his cock. Daze moaned loudly, the super-hero's touch was making him hot. Spellbinder ran his fingers expertly up and down the nineteen-year-old's length, making him hard . . . harder than Daze could ever remember being. It had always been both twins' fervent belief that only a man knows how to treat a dick . . . to make it react the right way. Only a man can make the dick of another man fill will desire. Only someone with a dick of his own could possibly know how to treat it right

"That's it . . . and moan louder so the guards can hear." Said the hero as he continued to minister to his blond sidekick's tool.

"No p-problem," replied Daze who was fighting hard not to shoot his load. "No problem at allllOOOOOOHHHH!"

Gaze joined in and gently kissed the tip of Spellbinder's penis---swirling his tongue around the circumcised head before pulling the crimefighter's shaft into his hot mouth. He then proceeded to give the hypnotic hero an expert blow-job, sucking and licking and kissing and blowing. Every time Erik thought he was going to blow his load, the younger man would slow down.

The trio hugged, kissed and fondled each other's muscles for what seemed like an hour. It felt so wonderful to have fun with Daze and Gaze that Spellbinder never wanted to stop.

"OK Spellbinder, whose ass do you want to plow first?" Gaze said just before the hypnotic hero picked him up by his waist and dropped his tight ass onto his swollen cock in one swift motion. It was so quick that Gaze did not have time to prepare and he slid all the way down until is ass hit the super-hero's balls. The blond sidekick let out a scream that was part pain and part ecstasy. Erik reached around and started working both of his pec's and nipples with his hands.

"I'm not about to be left out of the fun!" Said Daze as he came up behind Spellbinder and rammed his 7 1/2 inch dick up the hero's ass. Daze did it with such force that he lifted Spellbinder and his twin brother off the ground with just his schlong. Spellbinder lost track of time and number of orgasms as the three of them sucked and fucked each other. They kept the session up until the curious guards rushed into the cell.

"What the fuck's going on in here?" one demanded.

"Hey, it obvious to us that your boss Psyche will kill us before he ever considers letting us go," said Spellbinder. "So we're just having as much fun as we can with the time we have left!"

Satisfied with this explanation, the guards settled in to watch the super-hero fuck-fest, figuring they would never have a better diversion. When they finally realized that they were the victims of a rouse, it was too late. Spellbinder's brilliant blue eyes, with his powerful mesmerizing gaze, grabbed the two hapless guards and immediately began to drain their will.

"Gaze into my eyes . . . you know you want to . . . you find their blueness so absorbing. . . See how they shimmer . . . Every time you gaze into my eyes you will want to gaze look deeper and deeper . . . It feels so good. . . You feel so good. . . As I count to ten you will become increasingly attracted to the glowing light of my gaze . . . "

The super-hero had them in his power. They had become his slaves. And being thus, he ordered them to strip completely naked . . . which they did. Their bodies were beautifully proportioned---sleek and muscular. Spellbinder was about to order the two mesmerized guards to free the soccer match captives, but decided that he couldn't pass up the opportunity to "play around" a bit. So he allowed The Trance Twins to have their way with the two hypnotized Psyche-Force soldiers while he watched.

Spellbinder confessed that the sight of watching his sidekicks thoroughly kiss and lick the mesmerized Psyche-Force guard's extraordinary bodies made him tingle strangely within the core of his groin. He watched as Gaze used his tongue to lap at one guard's statue-like form . . . while Daze kissed slowly down the other entranced guard's body, tasting his skin and running his voracious hands over the man's hypnotically frozen frame.

The super-hero watched as Gaze's tongue glided down either side of the Psyche-Force sentry's spine and slid back up again. He licked the sweat from the mesmerized muscular man's skin and made a game attempt at sucking him dry. The nimble tongue of Roar "Gaze" Lillestrom washed the insides of the guard's thighs, going up far enough to lick at the chute of his ass. His tongue slid all over the sentry's virginal hole in a silky ambrosia of musky sweat and spit.

Spellbinder found himself panting as Daze began to lick the other guard's man-nipples with the tip of his tongue, enjoying the salty sweet taste of the motionless entranced sentry. The blond sidekick trailed his tongue down and licked the Psyche-Force guard's flat belly, making small circles of saliva with his tongue and sucking ravenously at the alabaster skin there. The sentry's belly button was an "outee" and Rune "Daze" Lillestrom playfully licked it and the sweat that had collected there in a tiny pool.

Spellbinder watched intently as the Trance Twins took the entranced guard's male-nips between their teeth for a while and then proceeded downwards . . . to rest their blond heads between the muscular legs, lapping like thirsty animals at the sweat coating the Psyche-Force guards' genitals. Erik "Spellbinder" Granderson felt so alive while watching his sidekicks molest the two mesmerized men that he shot a load after barely touching his own genitals.

After cleaning himself up Spellbinder ordered the hypnotized guards to retrieve his costume as well as the costumes of the Trance Twins. Then he sent Gaze and Daze to release the young men abducted at the soccer match from their cell.

He himself went to seek out Professor Psyche personally.

***

When Professor Psyche realized that Spellbinder and the Trance Twins were free he panicked, for the majority of his Psyche-Force army was off securing a new herd of slaves in Denmark. Still, within the huge castle, there were many places to hide and several escape routes that the hypnotic hero couldn't know about, so the villain seized the opportunity and ran . . . if not FOR his life, then FROM imprisonment. The chase was on.

However, Spellbinder didn't give up and ran after him---with no guide beyond pure instinct---and eventually located his arch-foe.

Bjorn Rosenborg ran hundreds of feet through the labyrinth-like maze of his castle with Spellbinder in hot pursuit and yelling for him to make it easy on himself and simply give up. After a what seemed like a mile's worth of running , the super-villain started to tire . . . but he did not stop. He kept running, and the hypnotic hero continued to keep pace behind his former friend.

The chase continued for a little while longer, but when Spellbinder got within a few feet of his arch foe, Professor Psyche made his move . . . played his trump card:

"Deep sleep, Erik."

Instantly Spellbinder's eyes glazed over and he fell into a hypnotic trance. It was the post-hypnotic suggestion the villain had placed in his mind after the hero's initial capture. It was a safe-guard that, thankfully for Professor Psyche, worked.

"Spellbinder, can you hear me?"

"Yes."

"Listen to me," Professor Psyche said, "the costume you have on is very constrictive. You need to take it off. Take off everything."

Not questioning his orders, the hypnotized hypnotic hero removed his jock and shirt and cape. The villain looked at his shapely body and said, "Now remove your boots and socks, but leave your mask on."

Erik "Spellbinder" Granderson removed his boots and socks, revealing handsome feet and well-shaped toes.

"Relax and breathe deeply. . . relax, relax, sleep, relax. Now get on all fours like the pathetic animal you are and gallop over to the window."

Spellbinder did as he was commanded. It was the villain's plan to order the hypnotic hero to hurl himself out the stronghold's window and subsequently to his death on the rocks below. But before he could he suddenly saw a huge NAKED and noisy crowd of males coming towards him! The soccer fans he'd abducted in Norway. The Trance Twins had freed them from their cell and now they were seeking out the man who'd kidnapped and enslaved them. And this handsome nude crowd were all cursing with rage and furiously shaking their fists as they advanced!

Professor Psyche tried using his abilities as best he could to halt the advancing mob. He focused his attention on them and said, "Relax all of you! You are becoming more and more relaxed. . . . you are aware only of my voice . . . all else melts away as I speak. . . . you hear only me! . . . . when you hear my voice. . . you must obey me. . . I am your master. . . . you hear my voice. . . you want to please me. . . pleasing me makes you happy. . . pleasing me means obeying my words. . . you want to please me. . . . you want to obey my words. . . . you hear my voice. . . . you must obey. . . stop . . . stop . . . you must obey my voice! STOP! YOU MUST OBEY!!!"

Nothing was working. He was trying to focus his gaze on the eyes of the men of the crowd, but their eyes were too filled with hate and bloodlust to succumb to hypnotic commands. And they were all yelling so none could hear any post-hypnotic suggestion words. So Professor Psyche turned tail and ran. He unsuccessfully tried to out-race the mob, but they chased him down in mere seconds.

The Trance Twins, who were behind the mob were never sure what happened next. Somewhere during Professor Psyche's struggles to free himself from the angry throng, the mob of bloodthirsty former slaves began using their fists to beat the super-villain to a pulp. Beat him until he was all but unconscious. Then they stripped him completely naked.

And while he was dazed, several of the ex-slaves retrieved some rope and tied Bjorn Rosenborg's hands very tightly behind his back. Then they bound rope around his upper body, looping several times around his chest. Next they brought some silver duct tape into play and bound it around his ankles. He was gagged very hard and several of his former captives roughly grabbed and savagely contorted the villain's testes---pulling and twisting them until Professor Psyche fainted from sheer agony.

The super-villain didn't know for certain how many times he fainted during that time, but when he woke up after maybe the third black-out he found himself naked in a cell being prepared for the fucking of his life. The ex-soccer match slaves intended to pay him back in kind for his having used THEIR bodies for all sorts of sexual escapades when they were helplessly mesmerized by his power.

The mob raped Professor Psyche until he was unconscious . . . then WHILE he was unconscious . . . and even after he regained consciousness again! The bloodthirsty mob took turns raping him hour after hour in every position and by every method their enraged, vengeful minds could bring into play. The villain strained against his bonds as his body tried it's best to deal with the sheer agony these former captives were forcing him to experience. The super-villain screamed for he had never been touched so brutally and in so many different places in his life. The soccer fiends took sloppy seconds (after the soccer TEAM had their way with Bjorn) and plunged into Professor Psyche's now unresisting body until the they grew tired of their fun.

The Trance Twins, Gaze and Daze, watched as the uncontrollable mob had their way with Professor Psyche . . . but they didn't participate. That wouldn't have been very heroic. They merely observed as their arch-enemy suffered unspeakably---begging for death during his brief periods of lucidity. They watched as the rape went on and on, wanting desperately to leave for decency's sake, but too curious to actually turn away.

They did turn away when they remembered Spellbinder.

And when they finally found the super-hero, he was still deeply entranced thanks to the post-hypnotic suggestion Professor Psyche had placed in his mind. There he was, naked and still crouched on all fours like an animal. Daze and Gaze were about to use the tricks the super-hero had taught them to break Erik "Spellbinder" Granderson out of his hypnotic stupor, but they decided to have a little "fun" with their mentor first. This fun would include fucking the super-hero until they were satisfied.

So the hero known as Spellbinder remained naked and on all fours as the Trance Twins mounted and dismounted him . . . then mounted and dismounted him again. He'd never been fucked so much at one time and wouldn't be aware of it once he was released from his trance. Daze raised his ass up to almost hip level, pushing his upper body close to his thighs. He and Gaze took turns fucking the hypnotic hero in short spurts, until Gaze took charge and fucked Erik Granderson non-stop until he came.

The nineteen-year-old young man reveled in the warm juices teeming from Spellbinder's ass---watching as the hero (despite being hypnotized) squirmed with delight as the twins took turns coming in his ass. After a while, it started seeping out and down the backs of his legs, but his sidekicks didn't stop. They fucked him until Daze shot another wad, and the mesmerized Spellbinder had no choice but to take it like a sport. When Gaze mounted him, Daze slipped down and sucked him off, swallowing each drop of the super-hero's load until the ramming finally ceased.

Rune and Roar Lillestrom . . . a. k . a . Daze and Gaze . . . a . k . a. the Trance Twins sighed and flopped down into the cold castle floor. Their eyes stared lazily at the ceiling, their bodies coated with a sheen of sweat until voices caused them to snap to attention. The slaves had "done away with" Professor Psyche, and now they'd returned to thank the men responsible for having rescued them. This being the case, the Trance Twins freed Spellbinder from his stupor so that he might appreciate the thanks the liberated men were giving them.

Spellbinder looked at the crowd of men rushing to thank him in confusion as the hypnotic fog he'd been under was completely dissipated. The Trance Twins watched as their mentor was given most of the credit for having saved the soccer fans and players from the evil clutches of Professor Psyche. Both handsome nineteen-year-olds smiled as they too were given a modicum of thanks from the appreciative ex-slaves.

After a while Erik "Spellbinder" Granderson was about ready to fall over from exhaustion as the last of the crowd thanked him and the twins for having saved the day. As they departed Castle Captivation the crowd of ex-slaves thanked the hypnotic hero once again with chanting cries of "Spellbinder, Spellbinder, Spellbinder!"

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