“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.
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.