Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2023 17:03:00 -0600
From: Ebon Artist <ebonart.gallery@gmail.com>
Subject: Black Tiger - Hypnotrapped!

BLACK TIGER -- HYPNOTRAPPED! By Ebonart

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Black Tiger is the star of Black Tiger: Torment, a novella on Smashwords,
by Ebonart.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1163827

BLACK TIGER -- He's one of the few costumed vigilantes in the Rust Belt
city of Iron Harbor. As a boy, Rico Ramirez was among a group of kids
kidnapped by traffickers and sold to a rogue black ops team looking to
create subservient assassins. His genetic profile was combined with a
Siberian Tiger, giving him increased strength, agility, endurance, and
animal-level senses. Rico became Black Tiger to fight directly with the
criminal element like the one that ended his old life.

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IRON HARBOR - The Upper East Side - 2087 CE

Black Tiger put his back to the warehouse's cold, wet, brick wall,
closed his eyes, and listened. He stretched out with his animal-sharp
senses until he could hear movement and voices inside the cavernous
interior. Echoes of echoes reached him, and he could recognize familiar
voices. Among them was Marco Santos, the so-called King of The East End.
The man was a one-stop-shop of crime. Drugs, human trafficking, money
laundering, whatever it took to raise Santos' bank account another
decimal place.

He heard cars pull up to the loading dock, and the sounds of at least six
men enter. Chief among them was Andrei Pozdnyak, up-and-coming bratva
dude and Santos' main rival for the territory they were in right now.

Pozdnyak's masters had been moving eastward for five years. They already
owned Iron Harbor's waterfront and industrial areas. Now they had their
eyes on the casinos Santos owned, as well as Santos' lucrative
trafficking operation.

Black Tiger listened to their meeting. It was not going well.

At the first gunshot, he was on the move.

Black Tiger kicked open the side fire door and went in, one gun up and
ready. One punch took out the door guard, and two silent shots took out
the lookout. Black Tiger stepped over the groaning man. He could
sympathize. He'd been on the receiving end of stun ammo before and it
was far from fun.

The inside of the warehouse was chaos. Predictably, both Santos and
Pozdnyak had brought soldiers, and now those men were all trying to kill
the other side. The overlapping chatter of fully automatic fire from both
sides had sent everyone scrambling for hard cover, and now knots of
hostiles roamed among the stacked cargo containers. There was shouting in
four different languages.

Black Tiger smelled blood, cordite, and fear. He climbed to the top of a
container stack and laid stomach-down on it. He moved to the edge. >From
there, he could track three groups. Two of them were Pozdnyak's, one was
Santos'. Andrei Pozdnyak was with the first of his groups. He did not
have eyes on Santos, yet. Nobody was looking up, yet, so he took the
opportunity to shoot two more gunmen. His subsonic shots were silent. No
stopping power, but he was looking to incapacitate, not kill. Dead men
can't roll over on their boss.

That set off more shouting. Black Tiger rolled back out of sight and
moved to another container.

It took this meeting to get Andrei Pozdnyak to crawl out of whatever hole
he's been in for the past year. I'm not going to have a better chance
of taking him down, Black Tiger thought. If he lives through this.

Two more shots, and two more, and that left Andrei, two of his men, and
two of Santos' men. Santos himself was dead; he'd found the body behind
a crate where the man had crawled to die. Black Tiger sheathed his gun.
He'd done almost all he could do at range.

He lithely dropped to the concrete floor and padded towards Andrei's
position. He stopped when he heard an electronic whine from above him. He
frowned and cocked his head. The sounds were at the very edge of his
enhanced hearing. Four sources. One in each corner of the warehouse,
positioned so that instead of interfering with each other, they
complimented, producing an effect greater than any alone could.

All at once he felt like he was walking on the bottom of a swimming pool.
The very air seemed to weigh him down. He looked up and saw both Andrei
Pozdnyak and one of his men stumble from their hiding place and go to
their hands and knees. Slowly, he went to one knee as the effect
intensified. He couldn't describe the feeling; it was like he weighed a
thousand pounds.

"Move to the center of the warehouse," came from above, the voice
unfamiliar but clear.

Black Tiger felt himself stand up and then walk into full view of the
gunmen. He could not stop himself. He struggled to disobey the command,
but all that did was give him a pounding headache. He slowed, but still
moved, his body refusing any command he gave it.

He took slow step after slow step, struggling against the compulsion. He
could see the five other conscious survivors of the gunfight also
converging at the same point, all struggling much as he was. One of
Santos' men was cursing in a steady stream of Spanish. One of the bratva
men was doing the same in Russian. Andrei was silent. They all glared at
him when he walked into view and joined them.

Black Tiger walked to the center of the warehouse until he stood in a
rough circle with four men and one woman. She had been on Santos' team.
He clenched his gloved hands into fists. Trying to even lift his arms was
almost impossible. A quick look around the circle showed everyone else
except Andrei doing the same thing. He was standing stock-still, head
bowed, hands open.

Not a bad idea. Conserve energy. Black Tiger stopped fighting it, and his
body shifted slightly on its own.

Interesting. I'm in the exact same stance as Andrei, he thought.
Whatever this is, it's bypassing conscious thought and puppeting our
bodies directly.

A costumed figure in grey and white walked out of the warehouse office
area, moving normally, and closed on the group. He was masked; a full
head cowl and face mask that connected to his bodysuit. Black Tiger could
see the man's muscles move under the suit; the gear was armored very
lightly if at all, much like his own costume save over the vital areas.

On the man's chest was a red spiral design that, if you kept your eyes
on it, slowly moved. Black Tiger blinked and tore his gaze from it.

"Good," the man said. "Not as many subjects as I'd hoped, but good
enough for my trials."

Black Tiger growled back in his throat and tried to tell the masked man
some facts about his mother's ancestry but could not speak. He tried to
move but could not. His muscles flexed under his skintight neoleather
bodysuit but to no avail.

The man smiled tightly and walked over to Black Tiger. He reached out,
and his gloved hand slid over Black Tiger's broad chest. Then it
squeezed his bicep hard.

"Very good," the man said quietly. "My tech is working better than I
had expected, Black Tiger."

Black Tiger frowned and tried to speak again but all that came out was a
low hrrrrr of anger.

"I have not given you permission to speak," the man said. "Eyes front.
You can call me Doctor Hypnos, and all of you are now under my complete
control. The infrasonic carrier wave has paralyzed your bodies. It also
interacts with your minds in interesting ways. Primarily it suppresses
what you might call your free will, placing you in a highly suggestible
state."

Black Tiger let himself relax again. Hypnos grabbed his chin and turned
his head. As the man examined his masked face, he examined the man in
turn. All he could see were the eyes and the lower half of his face, but
it was enough.

Hmm. Early to Mid-thirties. Good health and he's physically active. That
suit isn't padded; the muscles outlined move too naturally. He's
attracted to the power he has over us. He's practiced this, probably
done tests many times, but this is the first real-world use. The big one,
with real consequences. He's excited. His heartbeat is elevated. His
breathing is rapid.

The man stepped closer and Black Tiger felt the man stroke his chest
again.

"Understand this, Black Tiger. You are my slave, now. My helpless toy.
You are going to steal for me, kill for me, or do anything else I say.
You, and your new friends here. You cannot resist and you cannot break
free. You can keep the mask for now; I have no interest in your real
identity since that person is basically dead. You will never be him
again. You will be my tool, Black Tiger. Do you understand?" Hypnos
said, his voice calm and controlled, with an undercurrent of triumph.

Black Tiger tried to keep calm. This whole situation.... It was what
happened when he was a kid. Not the same, exactly. Those people had used
dart guns and gas to capture us, and they took us piecemeal, one and two
at a time. Doesn't mean they can't have changed their approach.

He narrowed his eyes, sniffed. No. No, this man's scent wasn't
familiar. He wasn't one of them. Or at least, he'd never been at their
Canadian facility. The scents of everyone there were chiseled into his
memory.

Black Tiger's amber eyes flashed with anger, but all he could do was
slowly nod his head.

As he did so, though, he wanted to smile. Interesting. That was not a
command, really. That was asking me a question. I should have been able
to shake my head, or at least say no. But I nodded. So, something else is
also giving commands, somehow. Okay, then. I wonder if Hypnos designed
this thing. Could he be under its control as well, or does he simply not
know what it's doing?

Hypnos looked around, then waved at the others. "Everyone follow me to
the van. Stay quiet and calm. Get in the van and sit. Wait for my further
commands."

Black Tiger fell in line along with the other men and the woman as Hypnos
led them out through the loading dock area to a nondescript black van
parked close by. They got in and sat. Black Tiger tried to talk but all
he could do was open his mouth. The command to `stay quiet' seemed to
include everything.

He noticed Hypnos got in on the passenger side. He has minions. I wonder
if they are controlled as well? He's not stopping to remove the
projectors from the warehouse. Either he plans to have someone else do it
or he doesn't need to worry about other people wondering what they are.
Fuck. This whole mess was a trap from the beginning.

As they rode, he watched the others. They watched him, and everyone else.

Andrei was young for a bratva lieutenant; mid- to late-twenties. The
woman was the same. The other men all looked older, in their late
twenties and early thirties. To a one, they were hard and tough. All had
the air of experienced gunmen. Not a surprise. Santos and Pozdnyak would
have brought their best.

Black Tiger tried to memorize the turns they took and counted out the
time between them. By the time they stopped, he'd worked out that they
were somewhere within two blocks or so of Sater Square. Heavy industrial
area, most businesses here closed after the last downturn, or were
automated distribution points. It was isolated from the rest of the
surrounding city by crumbled streets and abandoned cars. I could feel the
van move around rough areas at least twice.

The van stopped and Hypnos opened the back doors a few seconds later. No
one else was around. "Follow me," he said as they walked into a large
cargo elevator and descended at least fifty feet underground.

The area they walked in to was obviously repurposed, and recently. The
lights were on, and again Black Tiger felt the walking-underwater
symptoms of the infrasonic projector. He fought not to follow, but he was
a passenger in his own body.

Andrei and he were led into a cell and left there. The sliding
steel-barred door shut and locked. Black Tiger bent his head slightly. He
could hear the others being led further down the corridor and locked into
cells along the way.

Suddenly Black Tiger stumbled. He could move again. The stunning
omnipresent infrasonic hum was gone. He turned just in time to dodge
Andrei's rush, and club the man on the back of the head with his elbow
as he stumbled past. Andrei screamed curses at him in Russian.

"The heck, man? We're in the same boat, here," Black Tiger said as
Andrei rounded on him and he settled easily into a boxing stance. "Stay
cool."

"What have you done to me? What the hell was that?" Andrei said after
he switched from Russian to English.

Black Tiger took a step back and let his arms drop. "I didn't do any of
this. Or did you not see I was as much a prisoner as you are?"

"He was talking to you! The masked man! You are in this together!"
Andrei snapped.

Black Tiger stayed silent. Saying anything is just going to wind him up
more, he thought.

The walls of their cell suddenly began to pulse with the same red spiral
design on Hypnos' costume but much larger. Black Tiger shut his eyes and
turned his head instinctively, then kept them shut as he backed away from
Andrei until he hit a wall.

"No! No..." he heard Andrei moan.

"Don't look at it!" Black Tiger said.

"Too late, Black Tiger," Hypnos' voice came from the ceiling.

Keeping his eyes tightly shut, Black Tiger walked forward. Using his
scent, he located Andrei and put his gloved hands on the young man's
shoulders. He shook Andrei gently, but the man made no response.

"Andrei! Dude! Can you hear me!" Black Tiger said. He punctuated each
word with another shake, but Andrei stayed silent.

"He's my puppet, Black Tiger. He's being reprogrammed, just like you
will be. Eventually. You cannot keep your guard up forever," Hypnos
hissed over the comm link.

Black Tiger stood in the center of the cell, head down, eyes closed,
until he sensed Andrei moving. The next second, he felt the young man's
body heat a hair from his skin, the breath of the man in his nostrils,
and then a touch on his shoulders. Andrei's strong hands massaged his
broad shoulders, and neck, then ran down the front of Black Tiger's
costume.

"What is this, Hypnos?" Black Tiger snarled. No answer.

Andrei bent close and Black Tiger jerked back in surprise as he felt
Andrei's lips brush his own. The man's mouth was soft and gentle on
his, his lips like satin. He tried to step back away but found he could
not move. He tried to scream at Hypnos, but he could not do that, either.
All he could do was stand still and endure Andrei's hot, eager kisses.

They were... not bad. Andrei was a handsome man, and he obviously knew how
to kiss.

After a long minute, Black Tiger parted his lips, and the young
gangster's kisses became more insistent, more passionate. The man's
hands roamed over his broad chest, tracing the muscles outlined by his
matte-black bodysuit. Fingers followed the dark umber striping that ran
across his straight shoulders, and then down his sides.

Black Tiger stood with his legs slightly apart, Andrei clinging to him,
kissing him and moving his sleek hard body against his own lean and
powerful muscled form.

"Want you," Black Tiger heard Andrei breathe against his lips. The
man's tongue slipped into his unresisting mouth. Black Tiger kept his
eyes tightly closed, but he could tell that the lighting in the cell was
much brighter now, pulsing with the spiral pattern, sharp and
penetrating. The rhythm of it matched Andrei's quick shallow breathing.

"Andrei. Dude. Stop this. Please," Black Tiger murmured against the
young gangster's hot mouth working on his. Hands moved from his chest,
down across his rock-hard abs, to his groin. Fingers slowly brushed over
the smooth mound there, his black neoleather bodysuit cradling his junk
in a protective embrace.

"I want that big superhero cock, Black Tiger," Andrei breathed.

Black Tiger stirred and, without meaning to, he pushed his hips forward,
moving his groin against Andrei's strong hand.

"I knew you wanted this," Andrei said with a smile.

Black Tiger felt his cock stiffen and press against his costume, and he
gritted his teeth. No. No... He clenched his fists. And he still pushed
his groin against the man's hand. The flashing through his eyelids was
beginning to get to him. Too later he realized the pattern of flashes was
also important, also carried a hypnotic signal telling him to obey. He
was... losing. Feeling himself give in. He took a deep breath, and then he
obeyed. He undid the hidden seam in his bodysuit that let him use the
bathroom without completely disrobing and let Andrei's strong fingers
draw out his hard nine-inch length.

Black Tiger opened his eyes to the rotating pink spiraling pattern on the
walls, and gasped as he felt Andrei begin to roughly masturbate him. The
spiral drew him in as the man's hand stroked his pulsing cock. He tried
to close his eyes, turn away, but he could not.

"Ah... stroke my dick, mi hombre," Black Tiger breathed as his cock
hardened fully. His foreskin slipped back from his precum-wet cock-crown
as Andrei stroked him with a firm, confident grip.

"Always figured you were hung as shit, Black Tiger," Andrei breathed.
"Glad to see I was right."

Black Tiger took a step back until his back was flat against the
light-pulsing wall. He turned his head to the side and moaned softly as
the man stroked his cock; it felt so good, and Andrei was... intense. The
young man's hand was firm on his pulsing penis, his lips were hot and
eager, and sought out his needy moaning mouth with purpose.

"Ah... ahhhghh..." Black Tiger grunted in his pleasure. He kept his hands
to his sides, not helping and not interfering with Andrei's assault on
his svelte young body.

"I'm gonna treat that cock right, pretty-boy," Andrei said into his
ear, then moved to kiss his neck below his black leather half-cowl and
mask. He kissed him there, let his mouth stay and kiss and lick the
heated skin.

He straightened and smiled. "Unmask for me, Black Tiger. Let me see your
real face."

The young man hesitated, but then untied his mask and pulled off his
leather half-cowl.

Andrei smiled as the hero obeyed him. He was handsome, yes, but Andrei
hadn't counted on him being so young looking. His buzz-cut black hair
lay close to his scalp, and his unshaven face made him look older but his
eyes...

"How old are you?" Andrei said.

"I just... just turned nineteen," Black Tiger breathed.

Andrei slowly smiled. "You've been a thorn in my side since day one,
and you're just a fucking schoolkid. Well, you're my schoolkid now,
Black Tiger."

Black Tiger's eyes widened. "You... you..."

Andrei smiled. "Yeah, I'm wearing contacts that make me immune to the
pattern and the lights. Hypnos works for me. And now, so do you, hot
stuff. Gotcha."

Andrei stepped back, and Black Tiger stayed upright only because the wall
was there. His legs felt weak. He hung his head as he tried to focus on
the handsome young gangster in front of him. Andrei was hot, there was no
doubt about that. The man took off his shirt and showed off clean pale
skin and smooth, tight, well-defined muscles. He wasn't bulky, but lean
and supple.

Black Tiger groaned softly as the shirtless young man knelt, took his
erect cock in hand, then bent close and kissed its tip. He let the kiss
linger, then he opened his mouth and slid warm, wet lips over Black
Tiger's flaring large cock head. The man's mouth moved down his shaft,
then back up.

The feel of it was incredible. Black Tiger grunted at every touch, every
kiss from the man. He couldn't help himself. The physical sensations
were overwhelming.

Andrei stood and took off his pants, then his boxers. His cock was erect
and cut, and if it was smaller than Black Tiger's dick, well, most
people were. He stepped up to the costumed crimefighter again, licking
his lips slightly as he watched the youth lean helplessly against the
wall. All around him, the pink spiral pulsed, it's light bright and hard
and slicing into his brain as he stood there naked. It told him what it
wanted, and it wanted him to use his cock on this handsome young stud
every way it was possible to use it.

Andrei stepped close to Black Tiger, then reached between them so he
could jack both their cocks at once, each pointed away from their body
towards the other. Andrei listened to Black Tiger react, watched the
crimefighter thrust his cock against the other.

"Those hot teenaged hormones. Nothing like them. You like that, huh,
stud?" Andrei said, his voice rough from his earlier cries. He smiled as
Black Tiger nodded and thrust some more against him.

"I knew you liked cock, you masked shit," Andrei breathed, feeling the
incredible hardness and warmth from the Hispanic man's penis. He wanted
this dude. Wanted him so badly. The taste of Black Tiger's silky
cock-crown in his mouth, the thin salty lube that was trickling down his
chin... it made him almost crazy with desire.

Andrei put his hand to the side of Black Tiger's handsome face, and
patted it, then lightly slapped it. He slapped it again, then backhanded
the helpless hero, knocking him to one side. Perfect. Black Tiger was so
deep in the trance that he was like a willing little whore boy from The
Streak.

Black Tiger turned back to the man. Andrei kissed him again, and fuck it
was amazing. The vigilante's fresh, hot young mouth, his eager
responses... these made him horny as shit. He held the kiss, his hands
roaming over that fucking hard muscled body. It was like nothing he'd
ever felt.

"Want you, Andrei," Black Tiger said when Andrei pulled away from his
lips, and Andrei slapped him again.

"Fuck yeah, you do, hero," Andrei breathed as he moved in for another
long, hot kiss. He thrust his cock against the younger dude's erection,
against those cobblestone abs in his leather bodysuit. That thing, that
costume, made this ten times hotter. It was smooth and soft against his
penis and his hands. The leather gear, the buckles and straps on the
boy's gloves and boots, the thigh straps holding down his holsters. His
gunbelt. Everything about the costume was enticing.

"Put your mask back on again. Yeah, it's kinky as fuck but I wanna put
my cock in Black Tiger, not Hot Street Boy."

Black Tiger nodded, knelt and retrieved his mask, and tied it back in
place.

Andrei reached up and adjusted the black leather half-cowl, then patted
Black Tiger's face. He reached and took Black Tiger's large cock in
hand once more, the warm slick length squelching in his fist. He worked
his fist over the boy's penis until he felt that pulse, that throb, and
he crouched.

Black Tiger shouted when he came, a shout that turned into a long soft
groan of need and pleasure and release as his cum pulsed out onto
Andrei's face and chest.

Andrei leaned in and licked the crown of the hero's cock, tasting the
sweet and salty cream still pulsing from it. He took it in his mouth
again, and let his lips slip over the soft and silky skin. "Mmmmm," he
moaned, and the vibration made Black Tiger yelp and cum again. The spurts
filled his mouth and rolled down his chin before he could swallow the
thick cum, and then he spent minutes cleaning that long dark-skinned cock
until it gleamed.

Andrei stood up and ran two fingers through one of the cum streaks on his
chest. Then he painted Black Tiger's lips with the sticky stuff, rubbing
his fingers and thumb over the helpless boy's mouth until Black Tiger
licked and then sucked his fingers.

Perfect. The young superhero was completely in his power. The kid's
orgasm had stolen the last possible bit of his concentration and
resistance. The moment he shot his cum, was the moment he became a toy
for real.

"There we go. Perfect. You belong to me, Black Tiger. Look deep into the
spiral my guy Hypnos developed. Let it steal your mind," Andrei said
softly, his voice seeming to fill the entire room.

Black Tiger could only stare helplessly into the swirling pattern of
lines and light. "You..."

"Yes, me," Andrei laughed as the spiral patterns faded from the walls
and room lights dimmed. "I set a trap for Santos and his men and caught
me a superhero as well. So, when I saw you there, I decided to see how
far I could take you."

Andrei stepped forward and kissed Black Tiger again, a long and slow kiss
that almost made the teen crimefighter cum again.

"And I'm gonna take you all the way, boy. All the way."

END