Date: Sun, 25 Aug 2002 16:42:34 -0700 From: TopLegal Subject: "Superhero [Pt 2]" (MM, Hypnosis/Mind Control, Superheroes) Superhero: 2 ============ By TopLegal WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. (c) 2002, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications. Cold Winter ----------- "Victor," Forbes shouted to me from the bathroom, "can you put on the radio, I want to hear if the police made any progress on that string of bank robberies?" I rolled over slowly, Forbes' energy could at times be infectious, but we had been prowling some of the darkest parts of New York City for five nights straight without any luck. With a push, I got the radio turned on and then rolled back into a ball. "Thanks," he shouted. I was tired but I could hear the reporter: "Police still say they have no leads in the string of bank robberies that have left many afraid to visit their local banks. Assistant District Attorney Forbes March who has been reassigned from homicide to assist on this case refused to comment on the status of the investigation. One source in the DA's office is claiming that the police and DA's investigation is being hampered by Federal involvement. While another source within the police department says that the truth about the crime scenes is being kept secret." I reached out telepathically to Forbes and reminded him, "I love you." I felt him think solidly, "Likewise." The truth of the situation was that the crimes were unusual. The burglar was working with a small gang and was blasting holes right through safe doors as easily as most people might rip a piece of paper in two. The problem that was baffling police--and the FBI--was that there was no evidence of explosives. The radio continued: "...we have Professor Katherine Landis from New York University on the line with us now to discuss the history of bank robberies." Forbes came out of the bathroom and crawled into bed and we snuggled and I lost myself in a quick orgy of kissing and snuggling. I threw on my hero "outfit" and slid my eye mask into the pocket and headed downtown with Forbes. On the subway we sat across from each other and practiced talking telepathically to one another. Which really meant me talking into him and then reading back from him. "What if someone with powers like ours used them for evil," I thought to him, it was something we had discussed before and discarded four days and four brazen robberies ago. "It is an old maxim of mine that when you have excluded the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth," Forbes thought back. "Sherlock Holmes," I almost blurted out aloud. Forbes nodded. "So you think it could be a hero--villain I mean," I thought back. Another nod. "I'll go to the headquarters and see if Cathus has any leads," I thought. We had reached our stop and parted with a kiss as I headed towards secret passages that would lead me to the meeting room where other superheroes could be found. Meeting Room ------------ When I arrived Cathus was hunched over a computer terminal and scowled at me on my entrance. She was clearly frustrated, "Even if the police catch this criminal they will not be able to safely contain him in any jail." "We have not done any better." Cathus turned back to the computer. She and I were alone and I logged in and looked over her work. She had done a workup of our criminal's likely super powers. The summary showed something important: the criminal's powers were limited to metals and metallized substances. I pulled up one of the crime scene reports from our (secret) link to the police database. "What if we pointed something about this out to the police?" She responded by getting up and turning into cat form and prowling towards me: "How exactly would we do that?" "Just suggest a lexan shield or something?" She pawed at my hand, scratching me gently. I had been scolded. I got up and paced around the room. Cathus turned back to human form and said, "Sorry I shouldn't snap at you." We both left the headquarters, her for her "job" as CEO of a multi-billion dollar conglomerate and me for my job as a waiter. I still had a few hours before I had to report for lunch and decided to head back home. On the machine there was a message from Forbes saying he would be home late. Quick Trick ----------- I ended up sitting in my childhood bedroom and staring out the window. I found myself looking at the empty construction hole where Paul's house had been before the fire that killed him and his parents and unlocked my telepathic powers. I noticed a handsome guy walking across the site. I reached out telepathically; he was the architect planning a new house. I gently placed an order in his head: "Come ring my bell." I could watch him scratch his head from my window and suddenly head for my door. After the doorbell rang, I answered and let him in. The architect was in his late thirties and probably ~not~ gay based on the wedding band. We looked over the preliminary design plans and I set out some definite expectations I had which the architect was receptive to. Not that the architect had a choice. "I really need to go," the architect started to say as he stood up. "Sit down," I said firmly and reinforced it telepathically. The architect did. "What's your name?" "Roger." "Roger, I'm Victor, and we are going to have a little bit of fun here, ok?" "Sounds good Victor," Roger responded. I leaned back in my chair and put my feet up. Roger seemed unclear on what to do and I said politely, "perhaps you should undress?" "Of course Victor," he responded as he got completely naked. "Roger when we finish here today you will only remember that you came here to show me the blueprints, we talked and that you want to visit me again during the construction process." Roger nodded. His naked body was nice. He clearly worked out regularly to stay in shape. Roger kneeled at my feet and removed my shoes and socks and began massaging my feet. It was satisfying to the highly paid architect kneeling, naked at my feet. "How much do you make in a year Roger?" "$150,000." "You married?" "Yeah, for 10 years and I have three kids." I let my feet fall to the floor and opened my legs into a V. Roger turned and faced me with a smile. He was enjoying himself. I had told him he would. As I slowly unbuckled my belt his cock got hard. "Ever sucked dick Roger?" He hesitated and I reinforced the question telepathically. "Yeah, a few times in the marines." "Then this will be just like the marines," I finished as I let my cock fall out for his attention. He moved up towards my groin, positioned his face in front of my hard cock and began to suck. He was pretty good at it. Roger was quite good. He brought me to orgasm in just ten minutes. I instructed him to swallow which he did. Then I instructed him to dress and wait for me. I ran upstairs and got changed for work. When I came downstairs Roger was dressed and standing relatively at ease. "Roger," I said, "what do you recall about being here today?" "Came over to show you blueprints, had fun, will visit again." "Great," I said, "oh one more thing Roger, when you go home tonight you will make passionate love to your wife." With that Roger walked out and headed back to his routine and I returned to mine. Prowling -------- After work I went straight onto the prowl and took the subway to one of the earlier banks that had been robbed. I used a pass Forbes had given me along with my telepathic skills to weasel my way to the blown away vault. I decided to try a technique of feeling the inanimate vault for telepathic resonances. I had never really tried the technique because it seemed like a lot of cheap psychic voodoo. But the smoothly blown away vault edge gave up an image. I could clearly see a black-clad figure reaching out his hand and simply manipulating the metal into oblivion. My reverie was disrupted quickly though by a thoughtless bank employee, "This is a crime scene." "I'm with the district attorney's office," I said lifting up my pass. "Oh, sorry," he said but I found my mind connected with his mind and trapped him. For a moment I could sense something that seemed relevant to the case and then the bond snapped and he was in my face and angry. It was as if he had sensed me digging in his mind. "GET OUT," the employee screamed at me. I decided to leave rather than cause a scene but the incident had aroused my curiosity. I went back to the superheroes hangout hidden in an underground area near canal street and quickly started searching for the bank employee I had encountered in various databases. Our connection to the FBI databases was slow since September 11, but we still had one. The match I was looking for was not there, but rather in the Department of Defense personnel system. The bank employee was a reject from special forces with an attitude problem. "No shit," I muttered aloud to the empty room. The missing link was an accident in Dessert Storm where he had been trapped near a burning refinery for hours. The trigger. I flagged the data for Cathus and decided to try and find Forbes/Electro for help in tackling our robber. Take Down --------- Security at the Manhattan District Attorney's Office was tighter than usual. Even though the guards knew me I got the hand wand. Forbes was in conference with the District Attorney but I was invited to sit in his office. One of the more junior Assistant District Attorney's he worked with came into the office and introduced herself. "I'm Sarah," she said sticking out her hand which I reciprocated. "Victor," I said. "Forbes just adores you," she said as her eyes moved towards the picture of the two of us from Paris on Forbes' desk. "I like the guy ok," I said nonchalantly. She laughed, "he is in with the detectives and the DA trying to sort out these bank robberies. Quite different from homicide prosecutions." "Is he being set up for a fall?" Sarah gasped but reaching out I knew I had nailed the internal rumor. Unable to answer me to my face she left the office flustered. I debated storming into the conference room with the DA to Forbes' rescue but instead shut the door and reached out my mind. If I could talk to him from close then a couple hundred feet might not be a problem. "Forbes, it's Victor, I've got a good lead that will make you look good," I thought. "Go," he shot back, I could feel his warm electrical energy. "There's a bank employee who is ex-special forces and has a record that might suggest he could be behind it. Get your guys to start running checks of insiders starting with the first bank." "LOVE YOU," was what I got back along with an image of him kneeling, sucking my dick. It was another half hour before Forbes came in, "you are a life saver." I stood up and kissed him. "I thought they liked you," I said aloud in the elevator on our way down to the street. He looked down at the floor. "What about the police, I mean why blame an Assistant District Attorney?" "I've made some enemies on my way to being head of homicides," he said. We headed to the superheroes headquarters and there were about six of us total assembled there: Telag (me; telepathic special powers), Electro (Forbes; electrical special powers), Cathus (able to assume the form of most felines), Patronus (able to fly), Mbizi (water special powers, male), Keezheekoni (fire powers, female). Of the assembled group, only Patronus could fly, the six of us piled into a modified Lincoln Navigator that Cathus had equipped with some high end equipment. Mbizi was driving and we reached the bank employee's house in Connecticut in about thirty minutes. Cathus said, "Telag see if anyone is home?" I reached out, nothing, "nope." "If more than two of us go we will attract attention, Telag you go with Patronus since she can always fly you out." Patronus and I jumped out of the SUV and headed towards the front door. Nobody was paying any attention to us. There were no alarm stickers visible and we walked around to the back door and Patronus picked the lock cleanly and we entered. The basement was a goldmine: piles of cash were strewn everywhere. We focused on looking for documentation of the crime sites and hit pay dirt with a map of Manhattan filled with push pins. One was on a bank which had yet to have a report of a robbery. We flew out of the house and back to the SUV. Based on the timing of the other robberies we had about thirty minutes at most to intercept him. In the car, Patronus and Mbizi decided to fly and survey the target bank. Forbes and I camped at the suspect's house and Forbes placed some calls to the police and a judge for search warrants. That left Cathus and Keezheekoni thundering back to the city in the Navigator. It took about forty minutes for the local Connecticut police and the NYPD detectives Forbes was working with to show up. An administrative snafu meant there was no search warrant yet. Events turned in our favor as the suspect pulled his car around the corner and into the cul de sac. Since the police were standing around he did not immediately suspect that we were there for him and he pulled up and parked in his driveway. "What's going on," he shouted out to one of the officers. The officer shouts back, "The New York DA has some questions for you." The suspect darted for the house but one of the police officers intercepted him. "Sorry, cannot allow you into the house, evidence tampering and all." "Why are you picking on me?" Forbes spoke up, "Mr. Sand, nobody is picking on you, but signs point to you being the bank robber." Sand lunged for Forbes and one of the Connecticut police officers tackled Sand. Cuffs came out and Mr. Sand was placed in the back of the police car. This was a bad decision and I tried to warn Forbes. But barely two seconds had passed before the entire back half of the police car looked suspiciously like the destroyed bank vaults. The police sprang into action but Sand was--like most of the other superheroes--quite strong and the police were confused by his escape. Finally one of the officers tried his gun--no effect. "Shock him," I thought to Forbes who I screened from the officers and created a telepathic cover as he blasted Sand with a massive dose of electricity. Sand was only stunned though and quickly got up as Forbes needed to recharge. The police however were more successful in shooting a stunned Sand dead. That chapter was closed and we drove back to New York with the detectives. Philadelphia ------------ The next weekend I talked Forbes into going to Philadelphia to visit Thomas and John, our two love slaves. They were glad to see us and were doing a good job of keeping their heads and entire bodies shaved. I had picked up some sex toys as well as some tight fitting spandex singlets for them to wear. I put Thomas in a black Adidas singlet with blue stripes and John in one with red stripes. Before putting the singlets on, I inserted a large metal butt plug (about 7 1/2 inches long and 2 1/2 inches in diameter) into each of their butts. The sight was breathtaking, two young white boys; shaved totally; clad only in spandex; and with their cocks erect from the plugs in their asses. Forbes and I were dressed fairly casually, it was a brisk evening so I let both boys put on raincoats and then all four of us headed out for the Bike Stop. From where they lived at about 16th and Pine it was about eight plus blocks to the bar. It was fun having the two shaved boys walking ahead of us. When we reached the Bike Stop, we had the boys check their coats and then led the boys down to the "Pit Stop" in the basement. Philadelphia being a bit more conservative than New York, or San Francisco, things would stay tame. But the boys had rock hard cocks whose outlines were visible in their tight spandex singlets. I posed Thomas and John to stand facing sideways, butt against butt and instructed them to stay still. Forbes and I were a few feet away but the shaved boys quickly attracted a lot of attention. Forbes broke the silence, "Victor, can you grab me a vodka straight up." I nodded and kissed my lover and then approached the bar. At the bar the bar tender served me the vodka and I headed back over to Forbes. A middle-aged man was examining Thomas and John closely without touching them. I could sense how uncomfortable they were but I sent reassuring telepathic messages that everything was ok. Forbes encouraged me to take a sip of the vodka before I handed it off to him. The middle aged guy introduced himself to Forbes and I, "hey I'm Jason." "Victor," I said sticking out my hand. He had a firm grip as he shook and then Forbes followed, "Forbes." "Nice boys," Jason commented eyeing Thomas and John with an intense amount of lust. I sized Jason up telepathically: 34, born in Philadelphia, raised in Philadelphia, worked as an architect, into kinky sex. Forbes pitched in, "we've been working on training them since we met them a few months ago traveling in Europe." Jason nodded approvingly and then moved his hand close to Thomas' crotch, "may I?" Forbes nodded. Jason placed his hand on Thomas' crotch gently allowing the palm of his hand to fall on top of the erect cock and then he made a gentle rubbing motion as if he was rubbing the younger man's belly. Thomas fidgeted slightly as he clearly responded to the attentions. Jason laughed approvingly and then stopped. "I've got a cool private place a block or two from here," he offered. Forbes nodded and the four us followed Jason out of the Bike Stop. I grabbed the checked raincoats but Jason insisted that the boys did not need them since it was, "Not that cold." We followed Jason up Walnut Street about ten or so blocks. Thomas and John were getting quite embarrassed by having to walk on the streets in the singlets. The fact that the butt plug was keeping their dicks hard undoubtedly contributed to the embarrassment. We entered a ground floor unit of a much taller high rise through a private entrance. Jason turned on the lights and we could see a stunningly appointed apartment. He had Thomas and John stand on his coffee table and then invited Forbes and I to sit down on the couch. "Coffee," Jason asked casually? "Espresso for me," Forbes said, "Victor probably wants an herbal tea." I nodded and kissed Forbes. Jason disappeared into the back and I could hear noises in the kitchen but also I knew using my telepathy that he was changing into more of a leather top outfit. When he reappeared about fifteen minutes later Jason was wearing body hugging leather from head to toe and carrying an espresso cup in one hand and a tea cup in the other. Forbes took the tea first and handed it to me, and then he took the espresso for himself. Jason took John down from the coffee table and stripped him of the singlet. Jason examined John closely using both his hands and eyes to do an inspection of the younger man. Upon discovering the butt plug, Jason looked at Forbes and I and smiled broadly. Then he took it out. John was then placed back onto the coffee table and Jason then repeated the inspection process with Thomas. At the end both of our slave boys were naked on the coffee table. "Quite nice," Jason commented, "and extremely well trained since they have not objected to my handling at all." Forbes said, "Victor can be quite persuasive for a nineteen year old." "Apparently, I've been in this city all my life and traveled quite widely and cannot recall encountering such well behaved slaves." "What did you have in mind?" "I would love to just leave them standing there for a day." We all laughed and Jason sat down on the couch and wedged himself between Forbes and me. Jason then turned and kissed me deeply. I reciprocated eagerly and then Jason and Forbes kissed deeply as well. "I was interested in enjoying them for a few days in private," Jason explained as he took a check out of his outfit and handed it to Forbes. "Deal. You should explain your needs to Victor so he can talk to the boys before we leave," Forbes said. Jason turned to me and kissed me. I did not really need it explained to me verbally, the boys would be tied up, whipped, fucked, bound, gagged, pissed on, and more. "The most important thing Victor," Jason explained as he twisted around so he was on top of me on the couch and his lips were against mine, "is that your boys enjoy everything about the next few days." As I opened my mouth to speak Jason dived his tongue into my mouth and kissed me for over a minute. "I think you know exactly what I plan to do," he said as we kissed more passionately than before. I did. The minute we left Thomas and John would be brought to his bathroom for a series of enemas. Then they would be placed into sleep sacks for some isolation treatment over night. In the morning, disoriented, they would be fucked then spanked over and over again until Jason was spent. From Jason's mind I could tell that he was taking some chemical cocktails that would keep him from cumming easily. The result: hours of fucking and spanking. By evening they would be given another set of enemas and then placed back into the sleep sacks. That was his ultimate fantasy: multiple guys subject to his need to bind them up for long periods and then fuck and spank them. The second day would feature more intense corporal punishment. I had no doubt that the boys would return with some visible whip marks. Our kiss ended and I realized that part of Jason's payment was that he was going to let Forbes fuck him. Jason left the room and I knew that Forbes was giving him a quite electrifying sexual experience. I telepathically cued Thomas and John to look forward to their two days with Jason. When Forbes reappeared we headed off taking the boys' raincoats. Back at their apartment he showed me that Jason had written each of us a check for $9,000. Forbes and I fucked like bunnies with each other for the next two days at the boys' Pine Street apartment. Jason returned Thomas and John during the day and they had to walk home in their singlets, cocks erect. Within a minute of getting them in the door Jason had them stripped naked and standing on their own coffee table. Whip marks were visible on both of their backs and yet both seemed quite content. Jason came directly to me and kissed me passionately, "You are the luckiest man alive Victor. Your husband is amazing and you have two wonderful slaves at your disposal." I kissed Jason back and suggested perhaps in a few months he might want to borrow Thomas and John again. After Jason left, Thomas and John shared that they had really enjoyed being with Jason and that they were really enjoying all of the public humiliation of walking around in the singlets. Forbes and I had talked about bringing Thomas and John back to New York with us, but against it. So we left Philly the next morning leaving behind Thomas and John to keep exploring visits to the Bike Stop in their "outfits." Write the Author ---------------- These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping some feedback (in English) to the author at toplegal@mac.com. See other works by me at $$