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The hero flew in through the kitchen window, it was the only one that masked his entrance from civilian eye. His cape dusted the window pane as his feet gently touched the polished lime green floor. He sauntered to his bedroom, assuming his girlfriend was home, and casually let his cape fall to the floor.
Then from behind, a pair of hands caressed the hero’s shoulders, and he leaned back to be more accepting of his girlfriend’s embrace. This was the hero’s welcome he was waiting for, a perfect condo, a hot submissive lady to service him, and a fawning public heralding his ever coming and going. The fingers played with his chin, playfully scratched his cheek, and tugged at his hair. He had to focus on powering down so he could feel these fingers, weakening himself to an almost human level to feel these touches. His mental and physical senses so dampened, he had no idea the hands were not those of his girlfriend, nor were they female.
The hero barely heard the clock as the collar went around his neck, Why was she putting a collar on him, and then it pinched in the back of his neck, hard!
Was i just injected with a needle?
Then he felt something leave the tip, where he was pinched, something squirming in the back of his neck, trying to burrow its way inside him.
Then the euphoria hit, our hero lost feeling in his legs, but didn’t fall. He only focused on that injection in his neck, something pushing its way into his neck, and then the collar vibrated.
The hero bent his head down, and with a wet slap, the first step was done.
Let me carry you, a voice whispered in his ear, and the hero relaxed, falling back into these curious arms. Cause now he noticed, as they reached under him, they were much more masculine than what he was accustomed to, this wasn’t his girlfriend. This was a man, and as a hint of alarm ran through him, the voice whispered again..
Focus on the collar, and relax hero, all is well.
The collar vibrated against his adams apple, and our hero swallowed hard, letting the numbness entrap him further. His mind was still clear, even with the slow waves of befuddled arousal, he could still talk, and threaten.
You villain, you fiend! When i get out of here……
But you wont get out of here, the villain replied. The hero was so light in his arms, it was easy for him to position himself in front of his slumping captive, and finally kiss him on the mouth.
Shocked by his first kiss from a man, a villain, he couldn’t move his body to resist, but what was even worse, he fought hard with his lips to keep the villain on him, kissing him more, harder.
As the villain kissed his prey into submission, the collar injected our hero again, but this time, the hero never felt. Only a second surge of arousal as he focused on his villain’s lips.
The villain broke the embrace, and with superior strength of his own, lifted the hero, and carried him to the bed.
He dropped the hero with disdain, smiling down at him, knowing he was in complete control now, but he would enjoy watching the hero resist as the collar, and his tenderness, cemented his control.
The hero’s head bounced off the pillow, and for a brief spell, he was able to focus past the arousal. Slowly, his hands reached for the collar, and valiantly, he tried to rip it off. He was almost moving in slow motion, taking a half minute just to get both hands on the collar, but still no good, he was weak, and it held.
Even if you willed yourself to full strength, the collar would block it. It has severed the link between your will and abilities. You can focus all you want, but your powers are mine to control. Soon, i will have complete control, just lay back, and let the collar process you.
But heroes never give up, and this one continued pulling at the collar, slowly kicking and flailing in his bed. The villain watched, and laughed, letting his eyes wander down to the hero’s crotch as it hardened and tented in his briefs.
Never, you’ll never win. If you think i will turn to crime, or steal for you, you underestimate my resolve. A sharp jab from the collar injected him again, and this time, the hero lost it, convulsing on his bed, the processing ravaging his body.
Crime, money? You think i want these things from you? No hero, all i want is for you to get on your knees, crawl over here, and kiss me.
Yes Master, the hero replied. The he gritted his teeth, shocked and ashamed at what he just said, but as he was internally admonishing himself for this brief submissiveness, he began crawling towards the villain on his hands and knees.
The hero’s anger fading away with each step, and foot closer he came to Master Villain, even in his mind, the terms, definitions, morals and urging were changing, being rewritten and reprogrammed as his cock dripped from his briefs to the bed.
The hero stood up straight on his knees, and looked into the villain’s eyes. For a moment, they changed, the color of the villain’s eyes changing so rapidly, he could only watch, trying to recall each color as he became lost in the count, more confused.
The villain caught him by the back of the neck as the collar injected him for the last time, and as his cock pressed against Master Villain’s he felt the desire to feel his lips once more.
Please Master, kiss me.
With both hands, the villain ran his fingers through our hero’s lovely black hair, grabbing, holding the sides of his reprogrammed head, and eagerly kissed him.
The hero needed no further prompting, and was able to lift his arms up to touch his new Master, as he thought how good it was to feel Master’s tenderness.
This time, when the villain let him go, the hero just stayed there unable to speak, to move, nor to simply fall back and lay down in the bed.
Master removed the hero’s costume, pulling it apart from the head down, pulling everything down to just a little bit after the hero’s crotch.
The costume snapped back, pinching him in the cock and balls, and the hero found he liked the tightness pressing against that area.
Rub yourself on me hero.
Yes Master, he slurred, wrapping both arms around Master Villain, he let his cock rub against his cloths and body.
When i leave, the collar will turn invisible, it will never be removed. You work for me now. Push your cock against me harder, im not fragile hero, unlike you.
I obey Master. His cock grinded the villain so hard and fast it was almost like a blur, but he kept at it.
I will return for you often with assignments, and for this. You will dump your girlfriend, and get a new costume that will cover your face. After each successful mission you complete for me, you can get hard and cum in it.
Now take my cloths off slave, and cum in me.
Yes Master, I obey.
The former hero ripped his Master’s cloths off, and tenderly entered him, so lubed from his own heroic precum, he enter the villain with ease.
Good hero, cum in me, and give me your powers.
Yes Master! Must cum for Master, must cum in Master!
With the last bit of power, the hero pushed down on the villain’s back as he cum’d hard. In that moment the collar sealed around his neck, and he fell to his side as his subjugation was complete. His softening cock leaving Master’s body, and our hero slept as the collar continued to program him into the Master’s service.
The villain brushed himself off, looked down at his sleeping slave, and then went looking for a change of cloths, debating whether he should stick around for when the hero woke up.
Zack Randall as superman in “The Pernicious Parasite”
The best in the year 2013
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