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There was only darkness surrounding him as he finally opened his eyes, a horrible pain striking his head as he slowly regained consciousness. Just where the fuck was he, actually? His head felt so heavy, and he found he couldn’t move it too much. His eyes gradually adjusted to the dim darkness, and he looked around himself to see some sort of windowless room with blank, metal walls. He was laying on his back on some sort of thin mattress, the kind you’d find in a prison cell, complete with that familiar feeling of an uncomfortable spring digging into his back. As he slowly began regaining all of his senses, he realized his legs were spread, also immobile, and strapped down, his consciousness returned to him in a horrible snap as he realized exactly the situation he was in.
He was trapped, fully strapped down to this shitty bed, his chest, arms, legs, even head fastened by thick, black cords of some sort, but that wasn’t the worst of it. At some point during his period of unconsciousness his costume had been torn open, Flambae was mortified to feel the cold, damp air where his crotch was now fully exposed and on display for whoever to see. Okay, fuck this actually, time to get the hell out now. Flambae shuddered with the effort to burst into flame but, like an engine struggling to start, all he got for his effort was a plume of dark smoke coughed up from his lungs. Realizing something was very wrong with his powers and he was without his flames left him reeling in horror.
“Don’t worry, I’ve only just disabled your powers temporarily with those inhibitor cords.” Caught up in his surprise and dread, he didn’t notice that he wasn’t alone. Sitting to the side of him on a simple plastic chair, was Mecha Man. He was out of costume but Flambae knew it was him, tracking him down to this dingy apartment with the purpose of getting revenge. He thought everything had been going smoothly until he was totally caught off guard in a surprise attack, how the Hell did Mecha dick get his hands on tranquilizers strong enough to knock Flambae out? It was hard to imagine this plain, freckled normie as the huge metallic bastard that had cut his fingers off and humiliated him that night in the mall. Especially when he was annoyingly only wearing a dark blue hoodie and boxers with no pants on. This shit was seriously starting to piss him off. What kind of sick pervert was this guy actually?
Upon seeing his confused, agitated expression, the other man couldn’t help but make an amused chuckle.
“Flambae, you look so cute right now, I wish I had a camera.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Flambae demanded to know, straining against the straps to test their strength. Despite his efforts, they didn’t budge in the slightest. The other man leaned back in his plastic chair, stuffing his hands in his hoodie’s pocket, pursing his lips as he tilted his head to the side.
“Isn’t it obvious, stupid? I kidnapped you, and now you’re here.” He… kidnapped him?
He feels an explosion of anger at Mecha Man’s infuriatingly calm demeanor despite the absurdity of his words and actions. Flambae thrashes against the thick cords binding him down to the bed letting out a guttural yell at how incomprehensible the whole situation was to him.
“Let me the fuck go!” He screamed, the feeling of his exposed genitals getting more and more apparent every second. “You're trying to humiliate me some more, huh? What the fuck is wrong with you, you’re the one who ruined my life, why are you-”
“Humiliate you?” He tilted his head, before shaking it. “No no no, that’s not what this is.” His face was perfectly neutral, it was almost easy to forget he just admitted to kidnapping him. Almost. Mecha Man leaned over him, looking down on his splayed form, smiling calmly. “I’m going to hypnotize you into being my slave. I’ve been working on this tech just for you, it’s going to be fun.”
Flambae stared at him as if he was stupid.
“Are you stupid?” He blatantly asked, narrowing his eyes at his captor. “Do you not hear how insane you sound? Hypnotism isn’t real, and when I get out of here I’m going to beat your fucking ass for doing this to me!” Mecha Man sighed, shaking his head as he continued to look down on Flambae like he was a misbehaving child.
“So arrogant, I can’t wait to get started.” He then regained his regular unaffected expression, removing his hands from his hoodie and cracking his knuckles. “You don’t have to believe in it, but this is what’s happening.” That’s when Flambae noticed the odd looking gloves he was wearing. They looked like a more form fitting version of his mech’s gauntlets with finely tuned joints and digits.
Mecha Man rose from his chair, taking a moment to stretch before lowering himself to the floor alongside Flambae, kneeling next to Flambae’s restrained form on the mattress. While Flambae had initially been very tense and alert, maybe even fearful not that he would ever admit it, that tension faded as soon as Mecha Man started simply tapping on his forehead. Small, steady taps directly to the middle of his forehead. Tap… tap… tap…
“What… the fuck are you doing?” He muttered. “This is annoying, this isn’t hypnotism.”
“Well you see, with every tap, my tech gloves are sending signals into your cute little skull.” Tap… tap… “Each tap sends electromagnetic waves washing over your mind, each one making the next one stronger.” Tap… tap… tap…
“Quit fucking messing with me and just let me go!” Flambae shouts into the air. The strap around his neck limited his movement making it so he was unable to turn his head to avoid what Mecha Man was doing to him.
“I’m not joking, Flambae, can’t you feel it? Your bad feelings from this situation are fading, you’re starting to calm down, the tapping isn’t bothering you anymore. It’s starting to feel good, right? Tap, tap, tap.” He continued tapping him, and Flambae couldn’t help but feel that this was still incredibly stupid. Of course he was no longer anxious, because there’s no way his hypnotism plan would work. No way… at all…
“Just relax, it’ll feel better if you just listen to me. What’s your name?”
Flambae lets out an irritated noise and opens his mouth to tell Mecha Man to fuck off, leave him alone, what does he want? His name? Yeah, right-
“It’s Chad,” he answers truthfully, without meaning to, gritting his teeth in anger.
“Good boy. Focus on your forehead, would you, Chad?” Mecha Man asked, his voice taking on a more soothing tone. “Because all of your nerves and anger are being drawn towards it with each tap, isn’t that right?”
“N-No…” He struggled to get out. There was no way he was being hypnotized, this ridiculous situation and his forehead being annoyingly tapped was just messing with him a little. “I’m not being hypnotized…”
“You’re making this so much harder for yourself.” Mecha Man sighed, continuing to tap his forehead. “It’s getting harder to fight it, though, as your body’s getting heavier. Can you feel it? Your body’s dead weight, all you are is directly in your forehead.” With every tap, Chad felt more and more used to the feeling of his restraints and the bedding underneath him. He could barely feel the straps anymore, the thought of his exposed genitals no longer a thought in his mind. What… was happening?
“Take a deep breath, in and out…” Chad did as he asked, whether or not he wanted to. “There we go, nice and slow. Poor thing, you’re so tired. Your body’s so heavy and my taps feel so good as they wash over you.”
Chad found himself unable to muster any strength. When did his eyes go half lidded, unable to properly open but unable to close. This… had to be a coincidence. There was no way this was actually-
“Doesn’t that feel nice, Chad? The pleasure coming from these taps? Feels so good now that your body’s lost. It’s given up and admitted defeat, so you should get a reward.” He chuckled, withholding his finger for a bit. Chad could feel the spot that he had been tapping. It felt like the only part of him that was real as Mecha Man’s expression turned a little smug.
“The next time I tap your head, you’re going to climax… but not with your dick, your dick is useless now. No, you’re going to feel a pleasure one-hundred… no, two-hundred times more intense than any sex you’ve had, and you’re going to have a girl’s orgasm.” No… that was impossible. Chad felt the horror steadily rising within him, what the fuck was going on? “I’ve already severed your body from your mind, all that there is is right here.” He hovered his finger a mere inch from his forehead. “Are you ready, Chad? For the best feeling ever?”
No… no, this was fucking impossible. There was no way he could possibly make him-
“Fall.”
The instant his finger made contact, the effect took hold. Every inch of him was electrified, set on fire. He could feel his body spasming as those electromagnetic waves ran all over the surface of his brain. He was cumming, he was cumming but his physical dick was dry. It wasn’t even hard.
There was no way in Hell this was possible! Chad knew that, and yet the blissful, electric feeling was undeniable. A loud groan involuntarily left his lips as his eyes rolled up. He’d never had an orgasm this strong in his life, and there was no way this Mecha dick bastard should have caused it!
By the time it had finally calmed down, Chad was left a panting mess, and the other man was more than happy with the results.
“Your brain, your nipples, and your brand new womb are connected.” He resumed his tapping with one hand, eliciting a tired whine, as his other hand went to Chad’s chest. Circling one nipple with the index finger of his tech glove before moving to the other, Chad could feel it. The nerves that had gathered in his brain extending and spindling down to- fuck, his nipples were so sensitive now. The way Mecha Man traced around them through his costume, it was getting more insanity-inducing by the second. More parts of his body were being returned to him, and it started with his chest, getting hotter by the second.
Satisfied with Chad’s breathy moans, he moved his second finger from his chest down to his stomach. Just below his belly button, he started tapping his abdomen in tandem with his forehead. But there was nothing there, there was nothing-
Something within him was throbbing, he felt a deep rooted pleasure building within him. He could feel it.
“Your brand new womb, feel how hungry it is, how much it wants to be played with.” He doesn’t… he doesn’t have a fucking womb. Oh, but as Mecha Man tapped on it, he could feel it within him. The way it clenched and hummed-
“And cum.”
Once again, he was hit with that intense orgasm, making his body contract and spasm against the restraints. Tears started to bud at his eyes as he groaned, feeling his nipples as well as that spot in his abdomen burn with desire. Fuck, they felt so good, his brain was frying as he tried to buck his hips, but was unable to do so.
“Good boy, Chad.” Mecha Man cooed, releasing the man’s long hair from his ponytail and gently petting his dark hair back from his forehead as the man below him panted, desperately trying to get air back into his lungs after cumming so hard. “There’s no limit to these, you know. You can climax forever and ever-”
“S-Stop it…” Chad finally broke down, pleading with the other man, finding the will for his mouth to move despite everything. He shuddered in pleasure, his eyes finally meeting the others. “I’m… I’m going to die.”
“I know it feels that way, sweetheart, but don’t worry.” He assured him. “I won’t let you die.” Goddamnit, why did that feel like a threat? And then, the assault began. Every time Mecha Man touched him, rubbing his nipples or massaging his abdomen, he found himself violently climaxing. His dick wasn’t part of the equation anymore, as it rested flaccid between his legs. No, all he was feeling was what the other man allowed him to feel.
Numerous orgasms later, and a lot of protesting, and Chad was finally broken down into a sobbing mess.
“Stoooop…” He begged, tears streaming down his face and even snot starting to bubble up. Quite a pathetic sight for such an egocentric supervillain, but Robert still found him to be rather cute.
“Stop?” He tilted his head, chin in his hand as if considering this. “Well, if you’re going to be a baby about it, fine.” Chad perked up at this. He was really going to stop? “If you can count to ten, I’ll let you go.”
“T-That’s it?” He croaked, his voice a bit hoarse from his pleasured screams. Mecha Man nodded, that same placid smile on his face. “You’re not lying?”
“Have I lied once this entire time?” He asked. No… he had been frighteningly honest, actually. “You do know how to count, right? You’re not actually an idiot, after all.”
“Yes, I can fucking count!” He protested angrily, before beginning. “O-One…. Two…” However, it wouldn’t be that easy. Not when Mecha Man resumed tapping his forehead, playing with his nipples, and messing with his newly formed psychosomatic womb. Fuck, it all felt so good, the waves of pleasure crashing into his mental process. “Three…” A languid moan cut off his counting as he had another minor climax. Fuck, he was cumming left and right.
“Having trouble?” Mecha Man asked, glancing down at him where he was currently crouched next to Chad’s supine form, as both his gloved hands rubbed Chad’s nipples between his fingers. “Having trouble counting when your head is spinning? When your body is craving more orgasms?”
“I’m cum-counting!” He had to catch himself, struggling to get a hold of himself. The room was spinning though he was still strapped down to the mattress on the floor. “Four, five, si-ix!” He came again from his nipples, getting an anguished scream out of him. “S-s-s-seven….. Seven…”
“It’s a lot harder when you’re going to orgasm at 9 and faint at 10, isn’t it?” W-What? Chad could barely understand his words anymore.
“Eight!” He cried out. Even if he couldn’t understand Mecha Man’s words, his body sure did. It was tight in anticipation, right on the edge of another-
“NNi-Uughng-!” The anticipation burst like a bubble, ravaging his mind and body as an orgasm much stronger than the others crashed into him.
And at 10, he was out like a light, his eyes rolled back and his mouth agape.
Robert snorted, amused at the show he just got, before he started to undo the other man’s restraints. He wouldn’t be needing them anymore.
“The inside of your head’s all nice and mushy, your brain has leaked out of your ears and you can’t think or understand anything.” Chad’s body was still twitching from all the orgasms as Robert whispered in his ear. “You’re sinking deeper into pleasure… 3, 2, 1. We’re in the deepest part of your mind now, Chad, and my words are penetrating it. You love that, don’t you? You’re my slave, after all, it feels so good when my words become your thoughts.” Robert let himself chuckle a bit. He loved this part, when he finally won against one of these asshole supervillain types with stubborn personalities and got to mold them to his liking.
“Now then, you’re going to surrender everything to me, aren’t you, Chad?” He said, reaching over to stroke his hair, he used his thumb to pull the top of Chad’s right eyelid up so he could see the whites of his eyes knowing he was well and truly out of it. “Your master’s real name is Robert and I own your body, your mind, and your heart. You can’t even use your cock anymore, you don’t need it.” His fingers started playing with the unconscious villain’s tongue, stroking it and pulling it between his index and middle fingers.
“Let out the real you, Chad, you’re my cute little puppy going into heat. You’re so proud, but you don’t need all that. It feels so much better to lose to me, so say it, will you? Say that you’re my good boy.” He waited for his answer, those magical words, but as his mouth finally opened, the words he ended up actually saying…
“I… don’t … lose.”
Huh?
Robert blinked at this last bit of defiance, genuinely caught off guard. This was… his deepest subconscious, and he was still this stubborn? Even in a deep trance, he still found the will to resist?
…
How fun!
“Wake up, Chad!” He barked, his nonchalant demeanor breaking for a moment. Chad snapped awake, clearly disoriented, but he didn’t have a single moment to rest as Robert swung one leg over, straddling his lap. They were now face to face, inches apart as he went to play with his nipples again.
“One, two, three, four-” He started to count this time, seeing the panic in Chad’s eyes.
“What the fuck are you doing?! Don’t!” He protested with renewed anger, but it was too late. The pleasure was building and building.
“Don’t? But you love these numbers!” Robert insisted. “And you love your cute, big tits being played with. You want to cum, but you can’t cum until I say so.” Even though he was no longer strapped down to the mattress and Robert was very light, Chad couldn’t move. He couldn’t throw the other man off and run. He was at the mercy of his hands and his words. “Five, six.” here it came, “seven, eight- STOP!”
Robert immediately pulled his hands off his nipples, leaving Chad at the edge again. Eyes wide and unseeing, shakily panting, he needed it. He needed it but there was nothing he could do.
“Chad,” Robert’s voice melted into his ears. “In front of you is a door. Behind this door is where you can find the climax you seek. You open this door, and you see a big, winding spiral staircase. So you go down… down… down…” He was falling. Deeply hypnotized, he was going deeper and deeper to get this climax he was so close to.
Down… down… deeper into his trance. Robert could see it in his face, how there was nothing behind his eyes anymore. There was no more panic, no more anger and discomfort…
“You can no longer wake up on your own.” He gave his forehead a little tap. “You’re so deep, we’ve broken past your last defenses… Now then, I think you know what’s wrong, Chad. I’m giving you all these mind breaking orgasms, but they’re just in your head… Your cock’s as good as dead, and I gave you this hungry womb with nothing to feed it.” He tapped Chad’s stomach, but not with his fingers.
No, sandwiched between them was Robert’s dick. Hot and hard against Chad’s stomach, and his psychosomatic womb could feel it.
“Your womb’s twitching… it wants my cum to impregnate it. The last bits of resistance and pain are tied to this. You want to obey me, but I haven’t given you what you so desperately need yet.” He backed up off his lap, standing between his legs as he went to lube himself up.
“Now then, since we figured out what you need, are you going to beg me to put it in?” Chad was so deeply hypnotized… but he was still Flambae.
“N-no…fffuck you …. I… I don’t want something like that…” He managed to mumble out, only to feel the tip of Robert’s dick press up against his exposed asshole.
“Why are you so mean to yourself, Chad?” He teased him. “This thick, hard cock will feel great inside your pussy, battering up against your womb.” He ground against his hole without putting it in. “All the way to your deepest spot, filling you up and making you complete…” Fuck, his womb was aching. His head was spinning and he needed to cum… he needed to cum.
“Your body wants me, and why shouldn’t it? I’m your master, you love your owner, Chad. You can trust me, you don’t have to be so afraid anymore…” Robert reached up, cupping his cheek in his hand as his smile seemed so warm… so trustworthy. “Accept my words, sweetheart… and you’ll be free. You’re only holding yourself back from what you really need.” He moved his hand from his cheek to his forehead, tapping it once again… and he could feel that pleasure in his womb.
He’ll be free…
This was all pointless, wasn’t it?
“G-Give me your cock…” Chad finally broke. “Please.”
With a satisfied smile, Robert thrust his length into him, filling him up in one go. A feeling unlike anything he’d experienced so far. Yes he came, making the most degrading squeals and moans a person could make, but he couldn’t help but feel… happy. He lost, he lost and it was the best feeling he’d ever experienced. Better than burning a whole shitty building to the ground, better than letting his fire consume him as he flew through the air, he was finally free.
“Ahh…. ahahah, it’s in!” He squealed, his face contorting in pure manic pleasure as Robert held onto his body, starting to mercilessly fuck him.
“See how I’m hitting your womb?” Robert asked him. “It’s constantly climaxing, begging for my cum. Aren’t you happy, sweetheart?”
“I’m cumming!” He screamed, feeling those pleasurable spasms wrack his body, barely getting a second of downtime before they hit him again. “F-Fuck… I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die!” He cried out, a broken smile on his face. “M-My womb… please get me pregnant!” His big, useless dick flopped around as he was rammed, but something more was coming.
“The next time you cum, you’re going to be reborn.” Robert promised him. “You’ll never be able to resist me again, you’ll be craving me at every turn, a slave to me and a slave to your own pleasure. You’ll be my cute little pet, Chad, now are you ready?”
He was ready… he needed this.
“Eight,” he could feel it, the anticipation was killing him. “Nine, nine nine!” He was cumming, and not only that, but he could feel Robert, his master, filling him up too, his womb getting the cum it so desperately needed. He could feel it, everything he knew fading away and everything he needed to know being cemented.
“And ten.”
Chad’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his mouth open in a silent moan as his brain blurs out, malfunctions, all higher thought process mashed to a pulp as he’s fucked more roughly and thoroughly than he’s ever felt in his entire life. He’s a pathetic sight, pinned down into a severe mating press with a stupid, vacuous smile spread across his face. He’s whining and moaning for something, more, anything while his master has him folded nearly in half. His knees are up next to his ears, he moves his hands to hold the backs of his thighs keeping his trembling legs splayed wide and open while he’s being fucked back and forth, his womb being forced to loosen up more and more… He’s wailing, cumming what little brains he has left out, feeling his fat tits bouncing along with his useless dick and he’s never felt happier.