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    Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman

    This story contains gay erotic material that is not suitable for minors to read. If you are offended by non-consensual sexual situations, please do not read. More stories are available by this author at www.todd-fleming.com.

    Chapter 1

    Lights glittered in the elegant ballroom of Metropolis’ Grand Hotel, as guests mingled in the party of the year. The elite of the largest city in the world celebrated the victory of Scot Stevens as the new Mayor of Metropolis. There was no shock from anyone in this victory, even though Mr. Stevens was completely new to politics. After months of attacks from various super villains on the city, the people grew tired of their city being the punching bag of every super powered criminal in the free world. Even the protection of their champion, Superman, did not quell the people’s need for change in how their city was run.

    Clark Kent stood in a corner watching the people mingle while adjusting his glasses. This was the last place that he wanted to be tonight, but this assignment was a direct order from his boss, Perry White. He scanned the room looking for his fellow reporter, Lois Lane, and could not find her. No doubt she was charming every person she met while looking for the real story behind Mr. Steven’s victory. Lois was the best investigative reporter not only for the Daily Planet, but any media across the world. Despite her reputation of always getting the story, she used her looks and personality to her advantage against even people who knew her true intentions. It was one of the many reasons he had fallen in love with her.

    The reserved reporter would have confessed his feelings to her months ago if not for the fact that she was in love with Superman. He knew that even though Superman and Clark Kent were one and the same, he had to wait until Lois could love him for him and not his incredible powers. Clark slouched against the wall to make himself look smaller as he usually did while he was at work. He got his reputation by writing stories about Superman and getting exclusives that no other reporter have been able to get. The reporter took all the precautions to make sure that his secret was safe. If word of his real identity got out, all of his friends and family would be in grave danger.

    Watching the glittering lights bounce across the red satin ribbons and balloon in the ballroom, Clark could not help but notice that music softly played at the same rhythm as the enticing light show. The center of the room was filled with couples dancing and gliding across the dance floor. Tables had been set up in a circle around the dance floor where people chatted with each other and enjoyed drinks and hors d'oeuvres. Clark knew he should be mingling just like Lois, but he felt uneasy being this close to the rich and famous of Metropolis. He had been raised in the tiny town of Smallville, located in the middle of Kansas. With such a humble childhood, the riches and glamour displayed in the party made him uncomfortable.

    One of the waiters approached him with a tray of drinks. Clark took a glass and held it while he continued to watch for any trouble. The attacks that plagued Metropolis during the months leading to the election had been fast and furious. Superman had been able to repel each attack, but he had to be ready to launch into action if anything should happen. Just holding his drink and not taking a sip, he watch with his eyes and ears for any sign of trouble.

    Lois had to be right that this election was not what it seemed. Scot Stevens had the complete backing of Metropolis’ number one citizen, Lex Luthor. Superman had have several dealings with the corporate tycoon in the past, and he knew for a fact that Lex never did anything without an ulterior motive. Lois also knew the nature of Luthor and she had been on the hunt for the true story of the rich man’s support and why he wanted Stevens elected as Mayor.

    Neither Lex or Scot had made their entrance to the party yet, and Clark wanted to be here when they did. Whatever Luthor was up to had to be no good at all. The rich tycoon was possibly the smartest man alive and his plans were always a mystery until it was too late to act. In fact with all the times that Superman had gone up against Luthor, he had never been able to prove that his nemesis was involved. Lex was slippery as an eel and had almost killed the Man of Steel on more than one occasion.

    “You look distracted, Mr. Kent,” a deep voice said behind him. “Do these kind of affairs bore you?”

    Clark slightly jumped as his thoughts were suddenly interrupted. He had been so intent at watching the party as a whole that he did not pay attention to what was happened directly around him. He turned his head and looked at the man who apparently knew him. The man was a bit shorter than his slouching frame with a shiny bald head and a thin beard on the lower part of his face. Round glasses perched on his nose revealing grey eyes that looked at him intently. Behind the tux that he wore, Clark could tell that the older gentleman worked out from the way his muscles bulged.

    “I’m sorry,” Clark said a bit sheepishly. “Do I know you?”

    The older man laughed softly and shook his head. “Forgive me bad manners,” His deep voice rumbled. It was a voice that was used to be soothing and comforting. Despite not know who he was, part of Clark felt like he could trust this stranger before him. “I am Professor Hugo Strange,” the older gentleman said with a smile as he extended his hand.

    Clark took it and was a little startled by the firm grip and warmth of the hand he gripped in welcome. The reporter put a smile on his face. “It is nice to meet you, Professor Strange.”

    “I have been looking forward to meeting you for a long time now,” Strange said with a smile. “Your articles with the Daily Planet are very well written.”

    “Thank you,” Clark said with a slight blush. It was rare that someone complimented him on his work. With the shining star of Lois Lane, he was often forgotten in the background. Perry White usually gave her the best assignment and he got whatever scraps that were left behind. Normally he was okay with this as it allowed him to perform heroic acts as Superman.

    As they released the handshake, Clark could not help but to feel the warmth of their touching pulse through his hand. The heat seemed to move through the rest of his body making him feel relaxed for the first time in a long time. The dancing lights of the party and the soft music combined with the heat made him let go all the tension that he had been holding in as he expected an attack.

    “Do you have time to talk, Mr. Kent?” Professor Strange asked as his deep voice seemed to resound within the relaxed reporter. “Talk at these parties are often boring and I would love to talk with someone new.

    Clark was about to politely decline, but then he looked into the soft grey eyes of the Professor and changed his mind. The relaxed feeling that he was experiencing was a welcome sensation and he wanted to hold on to it as long as possible.

    They made their way through the crowded ballroom in silence as Clark found it hard to focus on anything but the relaxed aura that seemed to surround his entire body. Hugo Strange led him to one of the balconies outside the ballroom that overlooked the sprawling city of Metropolis. The few people that were on the balcony were just heading back to the party as the two men stepped outside.

    Clark felt the cool breeze of the night brush against him as he looked around the city that he championed. Relaxing moments like this was rare and he quietly drank in the beauty of Metropolis. It was moments like that that made his sacrifice as Superman worth it every time.

    “How do you feel, Mr. Kent?” Professor Strange asked with a slight smile on his face.

    “Great!,” Clark said softly without even thinking. There was something about the professor that made him want to confide all of his worries and troubles to him. He looked at the quiet man next to him in wonder. “Are you always good at making people feel this relaxed?” He asked.

    “I am a psychiatrist and I help people with their problems all the time. I supposed that after so many years that I do it without even thinking. I am sure you do the same when you are not on the job when it comes to reporting.”

    Clark could not help but to nod in agreement as he smiled at the man he only met moments ago. The breeze continued to caress his face as he adjusted his glasses. “Wait,” He said as he finally recognized the name. “You are THE Hugo Strange, the famous psychiatrist? I heard that you worked wonders with the super criminals at Arkham Asylum. What are you doing in Metropolis?”

    Hugo Strange smiled as Clark found himself lost in his eyes. “I have been asked to handle a sensitive case right here in Metropolis. I can not say much more than that since patient confidentiality is a serious thing in my profession.”

    Understanding the reason, his new acquaintance could not divulge more information, Clark turned back and watch the nightlife of Metropolis.

    “I have only been here in town for a day or so and my reputation allowed me to get an invitation to the Election party. Since you are the most interesting person here, I was wondering if you would like to come to my penthouse after the party to talk. I would like to get to know you better.”

    Clark looked back into those soft and understanding grey eyes and realized he knew what it was like to be in a new city without knowing anyone. He felt sympathy for the older man as he nodded in agreement. “I would like that very much.”

    Hugo was about to reply when the entire building started to shake. Both men turned back to the ballroom where half the wall exploded sending debris and people flying all over the room. The Professor ran back into the room to see what was going on not even realizing that Clark had vanished.

    Superman flew through the window of the ballroom within seconds just in time to see Metallo stepping into the panicked party. The metallic monster laughed as he effortless picked up a table and threw it towards the screaming people.

    “I hope I’m not too late for the party!” He shouted with glee as people ran away from him screaming.

    The Man of Steel flew to the middle of the dance floor and landed with his hands on his waist in his most heroic pose. The people around him stopped panicking and cheered as their champion came to their rescue. “I’m afraid I am going to have to see your invitation,” Superman said as power emanated from his body.

    Dressed in his famous red and blue costume, his massive muscles seemed to flex with no effort of the most powerful hero in the world. Superman stood for truth and justice and had fought and defeated Metallo many times.

    The robotic creature laughed as he reached for the metallic plate on his chest. Superman quickly shot a ray of his heat vision to meld the plate to the rest of his foe’s body. Metallo was powered by kryptonite, the one substance that could weaken and kill the otherwise indestructible hero.

    Metallo screamed as his only edge against the Man of Steel was taken away from him. Enraged by being denied exposing the hero to his only weakness, he charged in his fury to beat the hero down.

    Superman lifted himself up in the air and flew straight into Metallo crashing into him with all the force he could muster as they both flew out of the hotel ballroom into the city streets below. As they flew through the air, the villain rained down his fists trying to weaken the hero who held him with a crushing grip.

    Both hero and villain crashed into the street as cars came to a screeching halt to avoid the brawling super beings. People screamed as they rushed to avoid being pulled into the fight while others at a safer distance took out their phones to record or to take picture of the fight.

    Superman grunted as he started to feel the blows against his muscles as he countered with blows of his own. Even without the exposure to kryptonite, Metallo could stand toe to toe with him for a time.

    “I’m gonna turn you into a pretzel!,” the villain snarled as he landed a punch into the gut of his foe causing him to double over.

    Superman grimaced thinking that Metallo was somehow more powerful than usual. He used his super breath to blow the villain back a safer distance so that he could get a small break from the bombarding attacks. He switched from his normal super breath to his icy breath and watched as Metallo crystallized into a block of ice. Once the villain was immobilized, the hero looked around to make sure that all the citizens were at a safe distance.

    Within seconds, Superman started to hear the cracking of ice as Metallo started to break from his icy prison. The Man of Steel gathered his strength and flew straight into the villain as he finally got free. He grabbed the villainous monster with one hand and lifted him in the air, then with all of his might he sent an uppercut across the metallic face of his foe. A loud snap filled the area as Metallo’s head flew across the street as Superman held his twitching body of his foe.

    The head landed and turned and glared at Superman. “Your days are numbers Stupidman!,” Metallo snarled. “I’m just the distraction!”

    The hero dropped the rest of the villain’s body and ignored him as the police drove onto the scene. As the officers placed Metallo under arrest, Superman flew back to the ballroom to make sure that there was nothing there that needed his attention.

    That ballroom was in shambles from the brief entrance of Metallo. The guests huddled in small groups and cheered when Superman came back in through the damaged wall. Superman smiled and waved as Scot Stevens and Lex Luthor rushed to greet the triumphant hero.

    “Thank you for coming to our rescue, Superman!” Scot Stevens said with his best politician smile plastered on his face. “I look forward to working with you to help make our city safe.”

    Superman shook the future Mayor’s hand as cameras snapped their pictures. “I will do everything I can to ensure the safety of Metropolis.”

    Lex smiled as he also shook Superman’s hand. The Man of Steel was surprised on how civilized his nemesis was. Even in public, Luthor held contempt at him for being a meddling alien. Superman wondered what Lex was playing at as he smiled for the cameras and reporters. He would investigate this mystery tomorrow. For now Metropolis was safe.

    Hugo Strange watched from the background as the three leaders of Metropolis answered the reporters questions. His eyes were mostly on Superman. The hero was worthy of his attention and he looked forward to the challenge before him. ‘I will see you tonight, Mr. Kent. Or should I say Superman?” He said softly as he chuckled.

  2. #2

    Re: Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman

    Chapter 2

    Clark shifted nervously as he waited for the elevator in the Frank Mancuso Penthouse building. This was the address that Professor Hugo Strange had given him for their meeting tonight. This was the most expensive and elite penthouses in all of Metropolis. Behind him in the lobby was a grand chandelier that looked like to would take ten years of his paychecks to buy. Even wearing his tuxedo, he felt out of place and poorly dressed compared to the people that passed him by. The reporter felt uncomfortable being around so much displayed wealth. The fact that Professor Strange could afford such a place spoke highly of his skills in his profession. Why the psychiatrist wanted to spend time with him was beyond him.

    As he entered the elevator, the attendant took one look at Clark and softly sniffed. Feeling even more self conscious, the reporter slouched even more and looked down at the expensive carpet that lined the elevator floor. He shouldn’t have agreed to come here. After a long night of being uncomfortable at the party ended with a tiring fight against Metallo, Clark wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and fall asleep. It was strange that he felt sore after his brawl. Normally he would have recovered almost immediately, but the exhaustion and soreness persisted. After his meeting with Strange, he told himself that he would fly to his Fortress of Solitude and get a body scan.

    The elevator doors slowly opened and Clark stepped away from the attendant who sneered slightly at him. As he walked down the exquisitely decorated hallway, he told himself that he would not stay long. Clark usually would not have accepted such an invitation, but there was something about Strange that made him feel relaxed and comfortable. It has been a long time since he felt such a connection with anyone.

    After finally finding the right door, Clark stood several moments in hesitation before he finally softly knocked on the door. His hopes that Professor Strange was not home were dashed when the door opened to reveal the older man.

    Hugo Strange smiled slightly when he opened the door and saw who was at his door. The door swung open the rest of the way. “I am pleased to see you Mr. Kent. Please come in.”

    Clark stepped into the penthouse apartment and stood in awe of the exquisitely decorated room. It looked like something you would see in a magazine. Shelves were built into the walls that displayed sculptures and trinkets that seemed to come from across the globe. As Superman, he had traveled many times across the globe and he could recognize the unique styles of several countries and cultures.

    “Please take off your shoes,” Strange said firmly as he closed the front door.

    The awed reporter nodded silently as he bent down to take off his dress shoes. The carpet felt warm and soft as his sock covered feet settled on the floor. This was an amazing apartment, he thought to himself.

    The Professor led Clark from the entryway in through a door almost immediately to their left. They entered a very large room that the reporter assumed was Hugo Strange’s study. In the center of the far wall was a large marble fireplace that was lit as the dancing flames cast shadows in the room. A desk with a computer was placed at the opposite end of the fireplace with a large comfy leather chair. Along the third wall was a small bar with shelves filled with every type of alcohol that Clark could imagine. The last wall was lined with bookshelves that were full of books from the top of the ceiling down to the floor. In the center of the room were two plush sitting chairs and a long couch.

    “Please, have a seat,” Strange said with his soothing voice. “Would you like something to drink?”

    Clark was still in awe as he moved to sit in one of the chairs. “No thank you, Professor Strange.”

    The Professor had a slight smile as he said, “I insist that you call me Hugo.” He walked over to the bar and started to pour himself a drink as the reporter sat. “Are you sure you do not want a drink? I so hate to drink alone. I have plenty of non-alcoholic drinks if that is your preference.”

    With the intent of politely declining again, Clark looked into the soft grey eyes of his host and suddenly changed his mind. “I’ll have a ginger ale, please.”

    As the Professor fixed them both a drink, Clark watched the dancing flames of the fire and sighed as he started to feel relaxed again. The softness of the chair seemed to caress his body as all the tension that he had been holding melted away.

    Strange walked to the center of the room holding two glasses and handed on to his guest. Clark gratefully took the glass and took a sip of the drink feeling the sweet liquid on his lips.

    “I want to thank you for coming to visit me. I get so few visitors because of my work and it is nice to have someone here to talk to.”

    Clark smiled as he looked at the older man. The connection he felt towards his new acquaintance was the most amazing thing. He never felt so comfortable or close to anyone on this level. “You have an amazing apartment.”

    “Thank you,” Strange said as he took a drink from his glass. “I decorated it so that my patients feel comfortable and relaxed. The environment is important in my line of work.”

    “You did an excellent job,” Clark said softly. He took another drink and sighed softly as the relaxation seemed to melt away his remaining tension. His eyes seemed to grow heavy as he watched the dancing flames of the fire.

    “Are you relaxed, Mr Kent?” Hugo Strange said softly as he sat his cup down on one of the end tables.

    “Yes,” came the soft reply of the half asleep reporter.

    “Finish the rest of your drink,” the Professor commanded in a tone that was slightly harsh.

    Unable to think past the heavy cloud that invaded his mind, Clark raised his glass and finished off the ginger ale. Hugo walked over to his guest and took the glass away and placed it next to his finished glass.

    “I want you to focus on the relaxation that you are feeling, Mr. Kent. Take deep breaths in and out as all your worries and cares are let go with each breath.”

    The Professor smiled as Clark followed his instructions. It seems that his preparations for this assignment were going according to plan. The hero was putty in his hands and it was time to take the first step to reshape him as instructed.

    “As you feel all of your stress and worries disappear, you will realize that Hugo Strange is your friend. You can trust him with any secrets and he will become your closest confidant. Whenever you return to this place, you will feel just as relaxed as you do now. When you are not here, you will feel stressed out and uncomfortable. You will desire to come back to talk to Hugo Strange about anything that is bothering you.”

    Professor Strange watched intently as his instructions were relayed to the dazed superhero. He had known Superman’s identity for a few weeks now. He used his skills as a psychiatrist as well as his studies of villains such as Mad Hatter and Poison Ivy to enhance his mind control skills. With an alien like Superman, he wanted to make sure that the hero did not stand a chance.

    “I want you to stand to your feet, Mr. Kent.” Hugo ordered softly.

    He watched with a triumphant smile as his prey obeyed his orders. The hero slightly swayed as his awareness was focused on the soothing voice that commanded him. Strange walked up to the hero and started to unbutton his shirt revealing the red and yellow ‘S’ shield that lay beneath his dress shirt.

    The Professor softly traced the ‘S’ as he looked at his helpless prey. “Remember that you can trust Hugo Strange with any secret.” He said soothingly to his newest patient.

    The slight touch across his chest caused Clark to moan softly. He stood swaying slightly as Strange buttoned his shirt back up and pushed him back down on the chair.

    “Now you will come back to being aware of your surroundings, Mr. Kent. The relaxation that you feel will stay with you as long as you are in this apartment. You will remember talking with me for hours and will be glad that you have a new friend.”

    Clark’s eyes slowly opened back up as he finally stopped looking at the flames of the fire and up to where his host was carrying the empty glasses to the bar.

    “I want to thank you for keeping me company tonight, Mr. Kent.” Hugo said warmly as he set the glasses down on the bar and returned back to the other chair. “I’m afraid that I must turn in for the night. I have a busy schedule tomorrow.”

    Feeling disappointed that their time together must end so soon, Clark forced a smile on his face. The closeness he felt for the older man made him want to hang out with him more. “Thank you for inviting me to hang out tonight. I would like to come back and talk with you some more, if you don’t mind.”

    Professor Strange smiled and extended his hand. “You are welcome to come back anytime, Mr. Kent.”

    Clark took the hand and shook it. “Please call me Clark,” He said earnestly. If they were going to be as close friends as he thought, they had to be on a first name basis.

    “As you wish, Clark.”

    As Strange escorted the reporter out of the penthouse apartment, a smiling Clark turned and shook his new friend’s hand again. He had not felt this good in a very long time and hoped that Hugo will prove to be a close friend and confidant.

    The Daily Planet was a bustle of activity as the media station’s hundreds of employees worked tirelessly to bring the most up to date news to the citizens of Metropolis. To a person watching, it seemed like the newsroom was utterly chaotic and disorganized. However the Head Editor, Perry White ran his media center with an iron fist and he never failed to get the latest news out on time.

    Clark sat at his desk trying to focus on the journalistic piece that he was working on. Ever since he got home last night, he had been in a bad mood. He could not remember the last time he felt so completely stressed. Every technique that he knew could not relieve him of this pressure. Perhaps he should make a quick trip to his fortress during his lunch hour and get the check up that he had put off last night. Tension rose throughout him as he tried to type the information from his assignment last night. It should have been an easy task for him since it was about the fight between Superman and Metallo, but he had a very hard time concentrating due to his stress.

    “Hey Clark!,” a soft but hard female voice said behind him.

    Annoyed Clark turned around and glared at the love of his life, Lois Lane. “Can’t you see I’m busy?” He snapped peevishly.

    Lois arched an eyebrow and looked critically at her partner. “Well excuse me,” she said tartly.

    Clark realized that he just snapped at the woman he loved and wiped at his eyes. “I’m sorry, Lois. I didn’t mean to snap. I have been really stressed out lately and don’t know how to relieve it.”

    “Something must be up to make you snap like that, Clark.” Lois said with worry in her eyes. “I haven’t seen you snap like that in the five years that I’ve known you. Do you want to talk about it?”

    Shaking his head, Clark sighed heavily. “I’ll be fine, I think I need to take an extended lunch is all. Tell Perry that I will be back this afternoon.”

    Lois patted her friend’s should. “No problem, I will cover for you.”

    Clark grabbed his coat and walked out the door. There was only one person he felt comfortable talking to and he found himself heading there now.

  3. #3

    Re: Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman

    I am not sure that I have ever read much fan fiction on here before, so this is an intriguing story. I am really looking forward to seeing where this goes.

  4. #4

    Re: Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman

    Chapter 3

    A knock on the door sounded in Hugo Strange’s penthouse and the Professor opened the door with a smile. He had been expecting Mr. Kent for a couple of hours now. The fact that he lasted this long without a visit spoke highly of the alien’s resistance to his control. He was right to take this process as slow as possible so keep his prey from suspecting anything.

    “I’m sorry for coming unannounced, Hugo,” Clark said apologetically. “I really needed to talk to someone and you were the first person to come to mind.”

    Strange wanted to sneer at the unsuspecting hero, but instead he used his most soothing smile. “It is no problem, Clark. Please do come in.” He said inviting his patient into his temporary home.

    The psychiatrist watched intently behind his soft understanding grey eyes as Kent came into the room. If he were not paying attention, he would have missed the small sigh that the muscle man gave as he entered.

    “Don’t forget to take off your shoes,” Strange commanded gently as he walked to his office. When perfecting his mind control techniques, he had learned that small commands that were easily followed by his prey would cement his hold over his patient’s mind.

    He held the door open to his office as he ushered the unsuspecting hero into the room. Strange gestured for his guest to sit as he walked over to the bar. “Would you like something to drink?” He asked as Kent settled himself on one of the chair in front of the fireplace.

    “That would be great!” Clark said with a happy smile as he watched the flames dance before his eyes.

    Strange smiled as he poured the ginger ale into the glass. It looked, smelled, and tasted like ginger ale, but it was laced with drugs that helped put his victim in a state where his suggestions would be placed firmly into his mind. When he got this assignment, he studied as much about Superman that he could. Unfortunately, not much was known about the mental capacity of Kryptonians. The normal technique he used on humans might not work on this rare alien species. His careful preparations involved months of learning every type of mind control technique.

    Hugo brought Clark his drink and sat sipping his own tea while watching his prey gulp down the liquid. He smiled at the unsuspecting hero drinking not knowing that he would soon be addicted to the substance. He left nothing to chance when dealing with such a powerful alien.

    “What can I do for you, Clark?” The Professor said with a small smile.

    The hero nervously adjusted his glasses. “I have been having to deal with a great deal of stress and all of my stress relief techniques have not been working. I know we have just become friends, but I wanted to talk with you and see if we can figure out what the problem is.”

    “There is no reason to be nervous about this Clark,” Hugo said in his most soothing voice. “We all go through times of stress and talking about it with a close friend or a professional is often the best course of action to take. I myself have talked with a couple of close colleagues during stressful times of my life.”

    Kent looked at the floor as he struggled to speak. “The stress I have been feeling as become so intense that I have been unable to concentrate on doing my work.”

    “What do you think is cause of your stress?” Hugo asked intently. He made sure his tone was soft to not pressure the alien to freak out and leave. The illusion of trust was the cornerstone of his breakdown of the alien’s defences.

    “There is always a lot of stress at work as you can well imagine.” Clark said as he struggled to talk.

    Hugo looked critically at his patient while looking comforting at the same time. The alien obviously struggled to keep his greatest secret. Any normal human would have been broken by now. His combined techniques that he learned from Mad Hatter and Poison Ivy had been assaulting the hero since he came into the room. The room was filled with a subtle version of Ivy’s pheromones and he used the lighting and fire to gently hypnotise Kent into trusting him. All this combined with the drugs his patient was ingesting should have broken this super-man.

    The Professor stood to his feet and stuck his hand into his pocket that was filled with ground red kryptonite. It was the same sample that he used last night at the party to break through Kent’s alien defences. He placed his slightly covered hand on his prey’s broad shoulder and squeezed softly. “I do not think that this is stress caused by work. You have been working for the Daily Planet for five years and if the stress is just starting to surface, it is most likely something new in your life.”

    Clark’s eyes started to lose focus as the combined assault against his mind was starting to break through his superhuman defenses. “There is another cause of stress in my life, but I need to make sure you can keep this a secret. Too many lives are at stake if this information gets out.”

    “Patient confidentiality is the foundation of my practice, Clark.” Hugo said soothingly. “You can trust me with any secret.”

    Hugo watched the naked emotions play across his victims face as his blue eyes looked into his own. He was very close to completing the next step of his plan.

    Clark stood up and faced the man who manufactured his trust. His hands shook as he unbuttoned his shirt and revealed the ‘S’ shield underneath. “I am Superman,” He said simply.

    The Professor resisted the urge to gloat as his patient’s greatest secret was revealed to him. Although he had already figured out that Clark Kent and Superman were the same person having the alien admit it to him gave him a lot of control to mold the hero into what his client wanted him to be.

    Kent buttoned his shirt back up and sat back down staring at the dancing flames. “I thought you would be shocked. Do you not believe me?”

    “I am your friend, Clark.” Strange said reassuringly as he placed his contaminated hand back on his patient’s shoulder. “There is no reason that you would lie to me. You don’t have any signs of any mental disorders and this might explain why you are feeling overburdened with your stress.”

    The unsuspecting hero smiled as he took another drink from his glass. “You’re the first person to find out and not ask for proof. You don’t know how much that means to me.”

    “Friends don’t need to ask for proof. I trust you Clark and the fact that you trust me enough to reveal this secret to me shows how much you trust me. I would never betray that trust, Clark.” Hugo said with a smile while lying through his teeth. By the time he was done with this alien, Superman would be completely broken.

    “Let’s see what we can do to get you relaxed,” Hugo said softly as he prepared for the next step of the destruction of Superman. “Watch the flames and take a deep breath in.”

    Clark did as he was told as Hugo watched his eyes follow the movements of the flames.

    “Now slowly let the breath out and then take another deep breath in just as slowly. Let go off all of your thoughts and empty your mind as you take slow deep breaths in and out.”

    The pheromones circulating the room would be more effective as the mentally vulnerable hero followed his instructions.

    After a couple of minutes, Strange watched as Kent returned to that state of relaxation that would allow him to plant suggestions into his mind.

    “Are you relaxed?” Hugo asked his patient.

    “Yes,” a soft reply answered.

    “Since I am a trusted friend, you will come back here tomorrow night to talk about how to relieve your stress. This time you will come as Superman and not Clark Kent. When you do this exercise, you will not feel stressed out for an hour, however after that the stress will come back even worse than before. You will feel the need to come and talk to your friend, Hugo Strange, to figure out the source of the stress, but you must come back as Superman. Do you understand?”


    “Now take a deep breath in and slowly come back to your original state of mind. Let that breath go as the flames fade from your mind. Breath in, and out.”

    Strange watched as Clark’s eyes start to focus once again. “How do you feel Clark?”

    Kent looked at him with relaxation written all over his face. “Wow,” He said softly. “I haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time.”

    “If you ever get to the point where your stress is too much for you to handle, you should do this exercise. It will help you deal with your stress until we can get to the cause of the stress.”

    The unsuspecting hero nodded slowly as he looked gratefully at his new trusted friend. Hugo was sure that Kent never felt as close to anyone as he felt towards him. “Thanks for all your help, Hugo.”

    “Now if you excuse me, I have a patient coming here at any moment.” Strange said as he escorted Clark to his front door. “Feel free to come visit anytime that you need more or if you need to talk. My door is always open to you, Clark.”

    The reporter shook his friend’s hand and walked out the door with a smile on his face. As Strange closed the door, he could not help but to shake his head. He walked over to the phone and dialed a number. “He just left,” he said to his client. “Everything is going to plan.”

    As he hung up the phone, Professor Strange walked back into his office. The next step of the destruction of Superman was complete and the poor fool didn’t even have a clue.

    Chapter 4

    The next day was much better for Clark as he frequently performed the relaxation exercises that Hugo had taught him. He was not only able to finish his article about Superman’s fight against Metallo, but he managed to work with Lois on her Lex Luthor story.

    Sitting across from each other in the Daily Planet conference room, Clark watched Lois going over the research and notes from her investigation.

    “There is something fishy going on here. I have a list of all the donations that Scot Stevens received and none of them can be linked to Luthor. With as much support that he gave to Stevens during the campaign, you would think that he would have donated some kind of funds.”

    Clark adjusted his glasses as he looked thoughtfully out of the wall length windows that showed the skyline of Metropolis. “Luthor is too smart to make this kind of obvious mistake. I think he wants us to think there is something suspicious about his involvement with Mr. Steven’s campaign. It might be a red herring to keep our attention on the campaign while he attends to something else.”

    Lois nodded slowly as she looked down at the hours of work that she had to do to make it this far. “I’ll broaden my search and look for any other activities that Luthor is doing that might be a story.” She said sighing at the sudden size of her project.

    Clark was just about to offer to help when his super hearing picked up screaming from the direction of downtown. “I really have to use the bathroom,” He said pretending to do the potty dance. “I’ll be right back!”

    Rushing out of the conference room, Clark went to the stairs that led to the roof. Using his super speed, he changed out of his civilian clothes into the familiar red and blue uniform that fit snugly over his muscled body. Storing his clothes in the secret compartment in his cape, he made it to the roof in seconds and was flying in the air to where the screams were coming from.
    In the downtown area, people were running and screaming as a giant robot picked up random cars and threw them at random places. Superman hovered in the air looking closely at the robot. It looked like an exact replica of the best selling toy robot from last Christmas. It looked like Toy Man was up to his old tricks.

    With a blur of red and blue, Superman intercepted several cars that were being thrown at the fleeing civilians. Gently setting the cars down one by one with in seconds, the hero flew at full
    speed and with a single punch knocked off the robotic head.

    The robot swung blindly around the hero looking for a way to squash him for interfering. Superman gasped as the stress that he had been dealing with suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. Holding his head, he tried to quickly perform his breathing exercises while making sure that the robot did not destroy anything else.

    During one deep breath, Superman suddenly found himself flying back. He desperately tried to regain his balance as the stress once again hit him hard. Bricks and concrete struck him from behind as his powerful body smashed into the First Bank of Metropolis. He could hear screams as he smashed through the wall and landed in the middle of the bank lobby.

    Superman got groggily up to his feet and tried to suppress the stress that was crippling him. He looked through the hole in the wall that he created and narrowed his eyes at the headless robot still trying to destroy the city. His heat vision activated and hit the robot directly in the chest where its main circuitry was located. Sparks flew out of the robot’s chest as it jerked twice before tumbling down on the street.

    It took all of Superman’s willpower to fly in the air and make sure there was no immediate threat. Seeing that no one was trapped under the rubble, he uncharastically flew from the scene without helping to clean up. The stress that pounded in his head was almost too much for him to fly as he made his way to Hugo Strange’s apartment. He needed to get to the bottom of these stress episodes as soon as possible before there was threat to the city that he could not handle.

    Professor Hugo Strange smiled as he watched the footage of Superman’s fight with Toyman’s robot on the news. The news was being filmed live with Cat Grant covering the footage of the fight. These attacks on the city in the past two weeks has been a part of his plan to break his prey for his client.

    As Ms. Grant was commenting on Superman’s sudden flight from the scene, Strange rushed to his office to make sure that all his preparations were complete. He expected Superman to come straight here after suffering a stress attack during the fight. His luck that it would happen at the exact moment that it happened would only help him in his goal.

    After making sure everything was perfect, Strange walked out of the office just in time to see Superman land on his balcony. He had to admit that there was not a more perfect specimen in all of the planet. His uniform clung to every muscle, radiating power. To be the one who actually broke and tamed the alien would be the perfect test to see if he was ready to pursue his own personal goal.

    The Professor walked from the living room to the balcony door as he smiled at the man who thought he was his friend. “This is quite the unexpected surprise, Superman. What can I do for you?”

    Superman frowned as he felt his head throbbing from the stress attack he was dealing with. “I had another stress attack while fighting Toyman, Hugo. I need your help to find source of this stress.”

    Strange wanted to laugh at the distress his ‘patient’ was feeling. For all his power, he certainly had no clue. Then again the effort that he had employed to get the alien to this point was beyond anything that the hero had faced before.

    “Come in and I will do what I can,” Strange said soothingly as he placed a red kryptonite coated hand on the bulging bicep of his prey.

    The Professor escorted The Man of Steel into his study as he admired the muscle magnificence of his prey. He could understand why his client wanted this alien tamed. Even as a straight man, he could not help but to admire the beauty of this muscled behemoth.

    Setting Superman on his couch, Strange went to the bar and started preparing the hero’s special drink as his prey started doing his breathing exercises. This time he didn’t even bother to ask. The Man of Steel had been conditioned enough that he accepted the drugged drink with a grateful smile as relaxation settled over his powerful body.

    As Strange settled himself on the chair looking directly at the hero laying on the couch, he took out a pad and pen and started to take down notes. “I have been thinking about the kind of stress that you have been experiencing, and I need to ask a few questions that might make you feel uncomfortable. I would not ask them if I did not think that it might be linked to your stress attacks.”

    Superman sipped his spiked drink as he lazily watched the flames in the fireplace letting the feeling of ultimate relaxation run through his body. “You can ask me anything that you want, Hugo.” He said warmly.

    “How is your sex life?”

    The hero blinked as he looked startled at the question. “What does my sex life have to do with these stress attacks?” he asked as his face started to blush.

    Strange put on his most soothing and understanding smile as he secretly reveled in watching the hero squirm uncomfortably. “I only ask because this kind of stress attack can be linked to problems in a sexual nature. Men and women have needs that they need to fulfill to lead stress free lives and the lack of sex can cause frustration to turn into stress that can build up over time.”

    Superman turned even redder as he looked down at his drink. “I am a virgin,” He mumbled not believing that he was admitting this to anyone.

    “It is believed that you and Ms. Lane were having a relationship,” Strange said softly.

    “It’s not that simple,” Superman stammered. “I love Lois, but I don’t know if she loves me for being Superman or if she could love me for being Clark Kent. I can’t be with someone in that way until I know that it is with the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

    Strange could hardly believe the information that he was hearing. The most powerful man in the universe was a sexual virgin? He wanted to laugh at loud at the ammunition that the alien just gave him. His upbringing in Kansas probably had something to do with this bashfulness about talking about sex, and it was exactly what he needed to break the alien. “Do you trust, Ms. Lane?” Hugo asked softly as he watch the uncomfortable hero turn even redder.

    “I want to trust her,” He said sheepishly.

    “What is holding you back from trusting a woman who you think you love?”

    Superman sighed as he looked into the dancing flames. “I don’t know if she loves me for the real me or the hero that she sees fighting crime. I also don’t know if she would keep my secrets or would do her job as a reporter and reveal them to the world.”

    Hugo set his pad and pen down as he crossed his legs looking intently at the alien. “If you can’t trust Ms. Lane then there is no way to have a healthy relationship with her. I trust your judgement that you are unsure how she would react since you know her much better that I do. This might be one of the reasons for your stress attacks. Between the stress in trying to trust Ms. Lane combined with your duties as Superman and Clark Kent, you might be trying to handle more than even you could handle. I can see that this has only added to your stress, so let’s do your breathing exercises to help you let go and unwind.”

    Hugo stood up and watched as Superman slowly reduced his mind to where his suggestion could be successfully implanted. He placed his kryptonite coated hand on his prey’s shoulders and whispered in his ear, “You will break up with Lois and tell her that you will not be seeing her anymore. Although you will feel bad about the breakup, you will be at this level of relaxation for 24 hours. You will agree to come and see me everyday to talk about your problems.”

    The Professor watched as he let the alien stay in this vulnerable state for several more minutes. After slowly pulling his prey’s mind back to reality, he walked over to his desk. “I’m afraid is all the time that I can give you right now. I have another appointment coming at anytime. Would it be okay, if I put you on my schedule so that we both have time to talk and address your problems?”

    He watched as Superman nodded with a smile. The level of trust he now had with the alien was probably on the same level as his adoptive parents at this time. The Professor could not wait until the alien realized that he had fallen in his trap. “That would be great, Hugo. I really appreciate you taking the time to talk to me about this.”

    “Anything for a friend,” Strange said as he pretended to jot the appointment in his book. “Come back at 4 PM tomorrow and we will pick up where we left off. If for some reason there is an emergency, stop by here day or night.”

    The Professor escorted Superman to his balcony where he watched the unsuspecting hero take off in the air. His smile turned into a snarl as his plan slowly unfolded.

  5. #5

    Re: Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman

    Chapter 5

    “What do you mean, ‘You can’t see me anymore’?” Lois screeched at Superman as they stood on the balcony of her apartment.

    Superman flinched at the acid in her voice. “I’m sorry, but I need to sort some things out. It’s me and not you.”

    Lois screamed as she grabbed a pot of flowers and hurled it at the Man of Steel. It hit him right in the middle of his chest and shattered against his invulnerable body. “You are pathetic!” She raved as she grabbed another pot and threw it at his head.

    Superman could not believe his eyes as the love of his life raged like a lunatic. Had he been wrong about her the whole time? “Lois, please!” He pleaded as he held up his hands in protest.

    “Get the fuck out of here!” She screeched as she ran back into her apartment in tears.

    He wanted to go after her and take it all back, but Hugo had been right. He didn’t trust her and it was better for their relationship to be this way. As Superman took off in the air and into the night sky, he still felt terrible at the hurt he caused Lois. The odd thing was that he felt good and relaxed about being single again. The conflict of emotions was strange to him as he flew back to his own apartment.

    It had been a strange week for the Man of Steel. He had found a fast close friend who he could trust and talk about topics that he never talked about with other friends before. With the necessity of keeping his powers a secret, he could never get close to anyone besides his parents. Now that there were no secrets between him and Hugo, he finally had someone to confide with without the fear of his loved ones suffering the consequences.

    As he landed on his apartment balcony, the muscled hero went inside and started to strip off his famous blue and red costume. The feeling of relaxation that started when he left Lois’ apartment has spread to the rest of his body muting the hurt and pain he still felt about the break up. Deciding to forgo wearing his usually pajamas, Superman settled in his bed completely naked and drifted off into a deep sleep with a slight smile on his face.

    Hugo Strange checked his watch as the door to his apartment was opened to reveal a crying Lois Lane.

    “I’m sorry for intruding at this late hour,” Lois cried as she flung herself into the arms of Strange. “Superman just broke up with me!”

    Hugo held his comfortingly despite the evil smile he had on his face. When Lois finally cried herself out, his face changed to the soothing expression that all of his patients saw. “It will be okay,” He said gently. “You are a strong woman and you don’t need a ‘superman’ to make you feel validated.

    Between one sentence and the other, he snapped his fingers causing Lois to fall into an instant trance. His slow and difficult methods to invade Superman’s mind had almost made him forget how easy it was to control ordinary humans. “Your sadness of your breakup will turn to anger and you will only think about revenge on Superman for hurting you. Over time, you will hate your ex-boyfriend and think of ways to make him pay for hurting you.”

    Bringing her back to reality, Hugo patted her shoulder. “Are you going to be okay? Do you feel like you need to take your life or hurt yourself?”

    Lois’ brown eyes hardened as she looked thoughtfully in the distance. She wiped the tears from her eyes as she shook her head. “I’ll be alright. I am starting to feel a little better now. Thank you for being here for me.”

    Hugo smiled as he opened his front door again. “We’ll see you at your next appointment then, Lois.”

    Lois flashed a dazzling smile at her close friend. “I wouldn’t miss it for all the world, Hugo.”

    As the door shut behind her, Hugo chuckled softly to himself. That was almost too easy.

    Superman landed on Hugo Strange’s balcony at exactly 4 o’clock. The hero had such a wonderful day despite breaking up with the woman he loved for 5 years. He had not seen Lois all day since she called in sick. Thankfully she did not know that Clark Kent was really Superman so he could still have a friendship with her.

    The relaxation he felt since the break up melded with the soothing penthouse of Professor Hugo Strange. He softly sighed as he felt his body surrendering to the sights, smells, and sounds of this warm and soothing apartment.

    Hugo greeted him warmly and shook his hand as he was invited inside. The pulsing warmness of his friend’s hand slowly spread up his arm and to the rest of his body. He followed the professor into the office where he laid down on the couch without even thinking as the mesmerising flames captures his eyes.

    Settling himself in the chair next to the couch, Hugo took out his pad and pen as he smiled at the relaxed hero. “When we left off yesterday, we were talking about your relationship with Lois Lane.”

    Superman forced himself to stop looking at the flames as he took a deep breath in unaware that Poison Ivy’s pheromones were invading and assaulting his body and mind. He looked at his new best friend and noticed a towel covering up something on the end table. “I broke up with Lois last night,” He said softly.

    Hugo blinked in surprise as he adjusted his glasses. “What made you decide to take this action,” He asked the soon to be helpless hero.

    The hero shrugged as he turned his attention back to the flames in the fireplace. “It seemed like the right thing to do. You were right that if I could not trust her with my secrets that there could never really be a real relationship.”

    “What happened when you told her?”

    “She was really angry and started throwing things at me, Hugo,” Superman said sadly. “I thought I knew her, but I didn’t expect her to react this way. It really hurt me, but I also realized that she only loved me for my powers and celebrity. I don’t think she ever loved me for me.”

    “That can be a hard thing to deal with, Clark,” Hugo said soothingly. “How did you feel afterwards?”

    Superman smiled slightly as he watched the dancing flames. “It felt good after the breakup. I never felt so relaxed in a very long time. I think part of the my stress attacks was because of being with her.”

    “That can be part of the reason, but I do not feel that it is the entire reason for your stress attacks,” Hugo said softly. “I believe that your lack of release both sexually and being in control all the time is the main reason why you are stressed all the time.”

    Hugo stood to his feet and looked down at the helpless hero as he explained. “I have thought long and hard about your problem and may have come up with a treatment to help you release the huge amount of stress that you have bottled up.

    “Now it may seem to be a bit unorthodox, however, I think that it will help you deal better with your responsibilities as both Clark Kent and Superman. I would never suggest such a treatment, if I did not think that it would help you, my friend.”

    Superman looked at his closest friend and smiled. “I trust you with my life, Hugo. I am sure that whatever you suggest would be a great help.”

    Hugo lifted the towel off the end table to reveal a dog collar with a ‘S’ shield plaque hanging from the middle.

    The Man of Steel eye’s popped open in shock. He stared at the collar like it was a viper. “You want me to wear that?” He asked incredulously.

    The Professor smiled as he sat back down. “This will help you give up control that you have to have as Superman and learn to relax as a submissive. Being in control all the time will lead to an early grave and how can you help anyone if that happens? This is a safe environment and I only suggest this because I think it will help you.”

    Superman could not believe what his ears where hearing. He wanted to trust the professor, but at the same time, he could never become a submissive to anyone. The conflicting emotions pounded inside him as he tried to clear his mind from the blanket of relaxation that cloaked him since he came inside the room.

    “Why don’t you perform your relaxation techniques so that you can think about this with a clear mind?” Hugo suggested gently.

    The hero nodded mutely as his eyes were drawn back to the flames. Taking deep breaths in and out, he felt himself drift down to that place of relaxation that he could only achieve in this safe place. His body seemed to melt away as his mind opened up in that safe and special place where he could let his guard and defenses down.

    He was completely unaware of the hand on his shoulder as the room faded away and every care in the world was slowly stripped from him. When he eventually reached the place where he could finally let everything go, his mind was able to think clearly.

    Superman trusted Hugo Strange and knew that if his friend would suggest such an unorthodox treatment, it was because he honestly thought it would help. The suggestion suddenly made perfect sense to him as he drifted in the world of carefree relaxation. This treatment would help him let go of his stress and anxiety and that would ultimately help the people of earth as he fought to protect them.

    After what seemed like an eternity, he felt himself slowly drift back to reality. Becoming aware of his own body and the room that he was in, Superman slowly opened his eyes and looked at the dancing flames that seemed to tell him that everything would be alright.

    Hugo sat in his chair watching him as the hero turned his head to look at those gentle grey eyes. Superman looked at the collar no longer fearing what is represented, but at the possibilities of letting go his stress.

    “How do you feel Superman?” His friend asked gently.

    The Man of Steel sighed as he surrendered that last of his defenses. “If you think this will help me, then I agree to take part of this treatment.”

    “You’ve made the right decision, Clark.” Hugo said soothingly.

    The Professor stood to his feet and took the collar in his hands. Walking over the the hero, Superman felt the collar being placed around his thick neck. With an audible sigh, Superman never in his life felt as helpless as he did now. The iron hold of control that he usually wielded melted away as he turned from a dominant and powerful hero to a submissive muscle man.

    “Let it go, Clark,” Strange said softly as he watched him behind those soft grey eyes.

    Superman did let everything go as the collar seemed to magically erase his apprehension and think of only serving the man who placed the collar on his neck. His body also reacted as his confidence that he normally wielded faded away and his body seemed to slouch even more than when he pretended to be Clark Kent.

    The Man of Steel looked down in helpless surprise as he felt a thrill of pleasure of letting his control go. His impressive bulge in his red briefs, grew larger until it showed the outline of his hard and pulsing cock. For the first time in his life, his genitles was no longer under the control of his supermind and seemed to reveal in his helplessness.

    “Do not be embarrassed,” Hugo said soothingly. “It is a common reaction to this kind of treatment. The repression that you have felt all these years is being undone and this is a natural reaction.”

    Superman had to admit to himself that this reaction felt good to him and the thought of being submissive to another man gave him pleasure that he never felt before. Without even thinking, he climbed off the couch and stood facing the man who was trying to help him. His muscled body seemed huge in comparison to the professor, but there was no mistaken who was in charge. The mighty Superman has been collared by a normal human.

    He slowly performed the one act that many villains had dreamed about for years. Superman slowly sank to his knees in submission to Professor Hugo Strange. He expected to see triumph in Hugo’s eyes or even some kind of excitement at his submission, but all he saw was the gentle kindness that he always showed toward the once powerful hero.

    Hugo placed his hand on his shoulder, “How do you feel, Clark?”

    “It feels strange but strangely natural,” Superman said as he bowed his head to his better. “How may I serve you, Master?” He asked in a weak voice.

    The Man of Steel knew that he should not have done this, but the feelings of becoming a complete submissive was overwhelming and the pleasure of his throbbing hard on seemed to mute any objections that he normally would have in this kind of situation. This felt as natural to him as flying through the air and deep inside he knew he as long as he wore the collar, Superman would always submit.

    Hugo looked at him for a few minutes and then took the collar off of the hero. Sighing with regret, as he felt his superhuman control coming back to him, Superman blinked as if he was suddenly aware of his actions.

    Standing to his feet and covering his crotch, he stared in horror at the collar that conquered him. With a rush of air, the hero was off as he ran out of the room towards the balcony. He barely was aware of the professor watching him as he took off in the air and flew as fast as he could away from what had just happened.

    Chapter 6

    Hugo Strange smiled as he watched Superman rush from his penthouse apartment. There were a dozen times that his outward facade had cracked during this session. His preparation and slow control of the alien’s mind had made the Man of Steel submit to him. With a few more sessions, there would be no turning back for the hero.

    Looking at his watch, he hurried as he put the collar back in the safe behind a painting that hung above his desk. It might have seemed like an ordinary collar, but it was created by Mad Hatter to enhance the mental control he had over Superman. The more Superman wore the collar the easier it would be to control the meddling hero. Inside the safe were the pheromones that Ivy had created just for this project. They may have lacked the potency that her normal pheromones had, but Strange wanted a slight touch rather than the powerful punch that she normally used against her victims.

    The special powder that he used in his patient’s drink was a creation of his own. After studying Mad Hatter’s research and talking with the lunatic himself, he was able to use Jervis’ theories to make his own creation. It opened his victim’s mind to suggestion which was much more useful than destroying all free will like Mad Hatter was fond of. In this special project, he wanted Superman to think all of his actions and reactions was his own.

    Strange had just closed the safe when he heard a knock at his door. He put a gentle smile on his face as he went to the door and opened it revealing Lois Lane. “It’s nice to see you again, Lois,” he said softly as he let the reporter into his home.

    He led Lois into his office and smiled to himself. Her mind was much easier to manipulate that her former boyfriend. Her role in Superman’s defeat was a minor one, but just as important. Once the alien was stripped of everything that is dear to him, his new life would be truly ready to begin.

    Handing Lois his special drink, He watched as the unsuspecting woman once again sealed her fate. His employer would be pleased with his progress.

    Superman circled the world over a dozen times before he finally stopped hovering in the air above the mountains of Tibet. He looked down at his crotch which has returned to its soft state. His mind sped even faster than his supersonic flight around the world as he relived his submission wearing that collar around his neck.

    Why did he submit like that? Never in his life did he feel so helpless kneeling on the floor and calling Hugo master. At that point, he felt that Hugo could have demanded anything from him and he would have gladly performed the task.

    All of his life, he thought he was special because of his powers, but at that specific moment of his submission, the mighty Man of Steel felt like the Man of Kleenex. That feeling scared him more than being exposed to kryptonite.

    What made this entire experience worse for him was the reaction of his penis. All of his life he kept mental control over his sexual urges. He was taught by his parents that sex was something to be cherished through marriage and that self pleasure was something he must never do. Unlike human men, the hero was able to keep his cock soft through the sheer power of his mind and he had not had an erection since he was 12 years old.

    Yet during his brief submission to Hugo, his cock suddenly wrested itself from his control and hardened in delight of submitting to another man. The fact he got hard when he knelt in front of Hugo raised questions that he did not want to even think about. Perhaps it was just a freak occurrence? The alternative was too much for Superman to contemplate.

    Yet as he pushed those forbidden thoughts from his mind, Superman could not forget the sexual thrill he felt when he submitted to Hugo. Those thoughts haunted the back of his mind as he finally regained his composure and flew back to his apartment on the other side of the world.

    It took only seconds for the Man of Steel to land on his balcony and enter into his apartment. He threw himself on his bed and buried his face into his pillow. Should he go back to face Hugo after his reaction to his therapy? Although there was no doubt that Hugo was his friend and only wanted to help him, Superman was afraid of what it may unlock inside of him. That forbidden thought once again crossed his mind and just as fast the hero banished to the back of his mind.

    Superman realized that he was in a no win situation. If he stopped going to Hugo to deal with his stress attacks, he would have no way to combat his stress. If he had another attack while fending off a villainous attack, then people’s lives could be at stake. At the same time, he feared what might be revealed about him if he continued his therapy.

    Being uncertain was something that was new to the most powerful being on the planet. He climbed out of his bed and took off his uniform as these thoughts paraded around in his brain. Completely unaware that he had been tampered with, the naked hero walked to the bathroom and took a long and hot shower.

    Soaping his powerful muscles, Superman weighed the pros and cons of continuing his sessions with Hugo. He went back and forth for a solution to his problems even as he got out of the shower and dried himself off.

    Once again, he climbed into bed completely naked and drifted off to an uneasy sleep filled of dreams of him submitting to Hugo Strange with a massive erection as he surrendered himself to his closest friend.

    Martha and Jonathan Kent sat at their dinner table enjoying a wonderful meal that Martha had taken hours to prepare. Although technically retired, they still worked as they did their entire lives. Even old age would not stop them from running their small farm.

    Even though they sat in silence, it was a silence full of love for the 40 years that they have been married. They could not imagine a better life even in retirement. They had a son that they were immensely proud of and often wished that Clark would visit them more often. They knew that he was often on the go between his job at the Daily Planet and his heroic feats as Superman.

    Forks dropped to the table as the front and back door of the house burst open and troops invaded their home with their weapons pointed at the elderly couple.

    “What is the meaning of this?” Jonathan asked as he raised his hands in immediate surrender.

    The troops looked like they were in the armed forces with the exception of the patch on their left arm with the Lexcorp logo.

    Martha paled as she also raised her hands in the air. Standing as close to her husband as possible, she remained silent as the house was soon crowded with Lexcorp soldiers.

    “You need to keep quiet and come with us!” The commander barked as his men formed a ring around the frightened couple. “Lex Luthor wished to see you both right away!”

    Unable to resist short of being shot to death, Jonathan and Martha were escorted outside by the armed troops to where a transport was waiting in the middle of their fields. As they climbed on board, Jonathan could only hope that Superman would find and rescue them before they could be used against their only son.

    “What do you mean you are dropping your investigation on Luthor?” Clark asked in shock as he stood in front of Lois’ desk.

    Lois rolled her eyes in annoyance as she shook her head. “There is no story,” She snapped irritably. “I was wrong to think that Luthor had anything to do with Scot Steven’s victory in the election. There was not enough evidence to back up my theories.”

    Clark could not believe his eyes. In the five years that he worked with her, he had never seen her quit at anything. “There is never enough evidence when it comes to Luthor, but that does not mean that he didn’t have anything to do with Mr. Steven’s election victory.”

    His former girlfriend sighed as she threw the folder with her research at the reporter. “If you want to pursue this be my guest, but I am done and moving on. My god, You are obsessed with the man!”

    Catching the folder before the contents flew everywhere, Clark adjusted his glasses. “What are you talking about?”

    “The only words that ever come out of your mouth is Lex Luthor and Superman. I can’t decide if you hate them or are in love with them, Clark.”

    Clark could not believe the words coming out of Lois’ mouth. It was like she was a different person.

    “Just get out of my office, Clark.” Lois snapped. “I have work to do and don’t need you gawking at me like the country bumkin you are.”

    The report left frowning at his former girlfriend’s strange behavior. He silently shrugged it off as a her time of the month. He had bigger problems right now than dealing with her bitchiness.

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