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BLACK TIGER – HYPNOTRAPPED!
Part Three By Ebonart
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Black Tiger is the star of two novellas on Smashwords
- Torment:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1163827
- Spellbound:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1354017
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Keeping his eyes tightly shut, Black Tiger walked forward. Using his scent, he located Andrei and put his gloved hands on the young man’s shoulders. He shook Andrei gently, but the man made no response.
“Andrei! Dude! Can you hear me!” Black Tiger said. He punctuated each word with another shake, but Andrei stayed silent.
“He’s my puppet, Black Tiger. He’s being reprogrammed, just like you will be. Eventually. You cannot keep your guard up forever,” Hypnos hissed over the comm link.
Black Tiger stood in the center of the cell, head down, eyes closed, until he sensed Andrei moving. The next second, he felt the young man’s body heat a hair from his skin, the breath of the man in his nostrils, and then a touch on his shoulders. Andrei’s strong hands massaged his broad shoulders, and neck, then ran down the front of Black Tiger’s costume.
“What is this, Hypnos?” Black Tiger snarled. No answer.
Andrei bent close and Black Tiger jerked back in surprise as he felt Andrei’s lips brush his own. The man’s mouth was soft and gentle on his, his lips like satin. He tried to step back away but found he could not move. He tried to scream at Hypnos, but he could not do that, either. All he could do was stand still and endure Andrei’s hot, eager kisses.
They were… not bad. Andrei was a handsome man, and he obviously knew how to kiss.
After a long minute, Black Tiger parted his lips, and the young gangster’s kisses became more insistent, more passionate. The man’s hands roamed over his broad chest, tracing the muscles outlined by his matte-black bodysuit. Fingers followed the dark umber striping that ran across his straight shoulders, and then down his sides.
Black Tiger stood with his legs slightly apart, Andrei clinging to him, kissing him and moving his sleek hard body against his own lean and powerful muscled form.
“Want you,” Black Tiger heard Andrei breathe against his lips. The man’s tongue slipped into his unresisting mouth. Black Tiger kept his eyes tightly closed, but he could tell that the lighting in the cell was much brighter now, pulsing with the spiral pattern, sharp and penetrating. The rhythm of it matched Andrei’s quick shallow breathing.
“Andrei. Dude. Stop this. Please,” Black Tiger murmured against the young gangster’s hot mouth working on his. Hands moved from his chest, down across his rock-hard abs, to his groin. Fingers slowly brushed over the smooth mound there, his black neoleather bodysuit cradling his junk in a protective embrace.
“I want that big superhero cock, Black Tiger,” Andrei breathed.
Black Tiger stirred and, without meaning to, he pushed his hips forward, moving his groin against Andrei’s strong hand.
“I knew you wanted this,” Andrei said with a smile. “Hot little fuck-boy.”
Black Tiger felt his cock stiffen and press against his costume, and he gritted his teeth. No. No… He clenched his fists. And he still pushed his groin against the man’s hand. The flashing through his eyelids was beginning to get to him. Too later he realized the pattern of flashes was also important, also carried a hypnotic signal telling him to obey. He was… losing. Feeling himself give in. He took a deep breath, and then he obeyed. He undid the hidden seam in his bodysuit that let him use the bathroom without completely disrobing and let Andrei’s strong fingers draw out his hard nine-inch length.
He moved to stroke himself, but Andrei pushed his hand away. “My cock, Black Tiger,” the young gangster said.
Black Tiger opened his eyes to the rotating pink spiraling pattern on the walls, and gasped as he felt Andrei begin to roughly masturbate him. The spiral drew him in as the man’s hand stroked his pulsing cock. He tried to close his eyes, turn away, but he could not. He wanted this. Wanted it so badly. Wanted Andrei’s strong hand on his cock, stroking him, each stroke moving him closer to the edge…
“Ah… stroke my dick, mi hombre,” Black Tiger breathed as his cock hardened fully. His foreskin slipped back from his precum-wet cock-crown as Andrei stroked him with a firm, confident grip. Precum ran down the shaft of his big cock and dripped from his nuts.
“Always figured you were hung as shit, Black Tiger,” Andrei breathed. “Glad to see I was right. You make a lot of precum, you little shit.”
Black Tiger turned his head to the side and moaned softly as the man stroked his cock; it felt so good, and Andrei was… intense. The young man’s hand was firm on his pulsing penis, his lips were hot and eager, and sought out his needy moaning mouth with purpose.
“Ah… ahhhghh…” Black Tiger grunted in his pleasure. He kept his hands to his sides, not helping and not interfering with Andrei’s assault on his svelte young body.
“I’m gonna treat that cock right, pretty-boy,” Andrei said into his ear, then moved to kiss his neck below his black leather half-cowl and mask. He kissed him there, let his mouth stay and kiss and lick the heated skin.
He straightened and smiled. “Now.. it’s time to unmask you, Black Tiger.”
“No, please… “
“You cannot resist. You know you cannot. Now… let me get these ties off…”
Andrei untied the mask and pulled off Black Tiger’s leather half-cowl.
Andrei smiled as the hero tried to stop him and failed. He was handsome, yes, but Andrei hadn’t counted on him being so young looking. His buzz-cut black hair lay close to his scalp, and his unshaven face made him look older but his eyes…
“How old are you?” Andrei said.
“I just… just turned nineteen,” Black Tiger breathed.
Andrei slowly smiled. “You’ve been a thorn in my side since day one, and you’re just a fucking schoolkid. No matter. You won’t be the first schoolkid I’ve killed.”
Black Tiger’s eyes widened. “You… you…”
Andrei smiled. “Yeah. But first I’m going to give the crazy dude in a costume a good show.”
“I approve of your attitude, Mr. Pozdnyak,” came Hypnos’ voice from the ceiling speaker. “Now… suck Black Tiger’s cock. Make him cum.”
