By the time the Doctor entered the brainwashing chamber, Superman had already been prepared. Heavy black headphones covered the superhero’s ears while a visor had been placed over his eyes. The Man of Steel was now bound upright to a large metal X frame containing Kryptonite alloys just as a added precaution. His muscular legs were stretched apart by the St. Andrews’ Cross. His butt cheeks were also spread wide open and his asshole was ready to be violated.
Numbers 4 and 10 were relieved of their duties so they could return to their chairs for further conditioning. In their place stood Number 1, the brainwashed Batman, obediently to one side of the Doctor and Number 2, the reconditioned Robin, on the other. The Dynamic Duo were not dressed in their traditional costumes, but they were proud to wear their new slave boy uniforms instead. Their heads were shaved down to their scalp, just like the other slave recruits.
As the new Numbers 1 and 2 patiently awaited their instructions, The Doctor checked out the handiwork of his previous assistants to ensure that the powerful Man of Steel was restrained securely to this latest device that would transform him into his faithful and obedient slave. Nothing could be left to chance. Not when he was this close to achieving his ultimate goal. 12 superheroes down, 1 more to go and the male Super Friends would all be his. Enslaving Superman would undoubtedly be his greatest triumph by far.
Once he was certain Superman was mounted properly to the bondage equipment, the diabolical Doctor took a long vibrating butt-plug, wired into the same computer that would re-program his mind, and buried it deep within the straight superhero’s tight virgin ass. Superman unconsciously winced upon its entry but surprisingly offered little resistance. Then Professor Overlord inserted his patient’s pretty impressive cock into a suction hose which was attached to the technologically advanced milking machine that the Professor had invented, also linked to the computer. Next, The Doctor took a pair of electrodes and clamped the first to Superman’s left nipple and the second on his right. Caressing the smooth flesh of the helpless hero pinned to the machinery that he had so carefully designed, the Doctor relished this moment. As the dirty old man salaciously inspected the well-built body of his latest acquisition, the wide empty eyes of The Man of Steel stared vacantly ahead, thinking of nothing. But soon this future slave would react very differently to his impending Master’s touch.
Happy that Superman was tightly bound to the large frame and ready for conditioning, the Doctor now reached up and swung a large rubber tube down from the ceiling, the end of which was formed into the shape of a man’s penis. Molded to the exact specifications of his own cock right down to the last detail, the Master opened the slack-faced slave’s mouth with his fingers and thrusts the tube deep within the gaping orifice. Superman gagged a little at first, then quickly became silent once again.
The Doctor was grinning from ear to ear as he examined the beautiful vision before him. It never ceased to give him a thrill to see one of his victims all trussed up and being prepared for a life of eternal servitude to him. The Master’s swelling member throbbed at the sight of the mighty Man of Steel being forced to take that nearly identical replica of his big cock in his mouth, knowing that soon this sexy superhero’s lips will be wrapped around the real thing. That unlucky number 13 prominently displayed on the dog tag of his collar is about to become the only name this former Superman shall answer to. Once his brainwashing was complete, the newly-christened Number 13 will worship his Master forever and shall only exist to serve his every whim.
It was time to complete Superman’s transformation into Number 13. Activating the equipment, the Master left the chamber, taking his two obedient super-slaves with him. An afternoon of sex with these two fine specimens of manhood lay ahead of him. Indeed, the former Caped Crusader and Boy Wonder were both very eager to prove to their Master just how much they ‘love’ to serve him. And now that they have the opportunity, there is nothing the newly renamed Number 1 and Number 2 wouldn’t do to win his affection. Batman’s butt and Robin’s rear end were in for quite a ramming.
Meanwhile, left alone in the brainwashing chamber, the computer began its irrevocable transformation of the empty headed Superman. His ‘Cock of Steel’ began to throb as the milking unit started to suck his engorged member, while the butt-plug began to thrust in and out of his anus as it pulsated inside his rectum. All at once, the pleasurable currents coming from the tit-clamps made his pinched nipples tingle with excitement as the molded rubber cock also started to slide back and forth in his mouth, automatically causing him to suck on it vigorously.
As our hero began to be sexually stimulated, at that exact same time, the visor over Superman’s wide eyes started to show various photographs of the not-so-good looking, balding, bearded professor. Simultaneously, a somewhat less noticeable yet irresistibly hypnotic spiral appeared onscreen softly swirling in the background underneath the more prominently displayed pictures of the undesirable doctor just to make sure that the otherwise boring slideshow holds the viewer‘s attention. As Superman watched the images of the ugly Overlord pass by, he could hear the recorded voice of the Doctor in his headphones, echoing inside his emptied mind.
“For I am your Master,” the manly, authoritative voice commanded him, “And you are my slave. You exist to serve me. I own you. You are my property. You have no thoughts of your own. Because you are now a slave. And slaves do not think. Slaves only obey. A good slave must always obey his Master. For I am your Master. And you are my slave. You are my property. You have no thoughts of your own. Because you are now a slave. And slaves do not think. Slaves only obey. A good slave must always obey his Master. For I am your Master. And you are my slave… “
Deprived of the basic essentials like food and water, even sleep for many days now, Superman was in a highly suggestible state by this point and he was left with no alternative but to listen and observe. As Superman surrendered himself completely to all of the mesmerizing sights and sounds going on around him, it didn’t take long until his assaulted brain not only absorbed these thoughts, but he actually started to believe them. For, in his mind, he was a slave. And a slave must obey his Master. Soon nothing else mattered.
The mental conditioning program continuously played for more than an hour, maybe two. As the calm, reassuring voice of his evil enslaver repeatedly fed him his instructions, the numerous close-ups of the doctor’s unappealing but nonetheless intriguing face were also constantly changing before his unblinking eyes the entire time, cleverly interspersed with subliminal messages. Words like “Obey”, “Submit”, “Serve”, “Accept”, “Conform”, “Adore”, “Desire” and so on flashed on the screen very briefly over the pictures but just long enough to register in the vacant mind of its spellbound spectator. After awhile, Superman found himself growing more and more infatuated with the man in these photographs. There was a commanding presence about him, something that made Superman want to respect him, want to admire him, want to be near him. His fascination quickly turned to an obsession. The inexplicable attraction he felt for the deplorable Doctor soon became undeniable. Before he knew it, The Man of Steel was completely enthralled by this positively captivating gentleman before him.
After countless repetitions, suddenly the pictures of the dirty old Doctor showing in his visor become more provocative, even pornographic as the slightly overweight, out of shape scientist poses before the camera completely in the nude so that his patient can get a good look at the not-too-well preserved body of the elderly evil man that he shall soon worship like a God. Meanwhile his Master’s instructions subtly changed although the overall message was clearly the same, “For I am your Master. And you are now my slave. A slave must always obey his Master. You need to serve your Master. Serving your Master is your sole purpose in life. You want to please your Master. You exist only for your Master’s pleasure. You love your Master. And you will love your Master’s cock as well. Your cock throbs for Master. For I am your Master. And you are now my slave. A slave must always obey his Master. You need to serve your Master. Serving your Master is your sole purpose in life. You want to please your Master. You exist only for your Master’s pleasure. You love your Master. And you will love your Master’s cock as well. Your cock throbs for Master. For I am your Master. And you are now my slave… “
After listening to the loathsome Doctor’s orders over and over again for at least another hour or so, possibly more, his Master’s words resonate inside the brainwashed Man of Steel’s mind until they become his very own. Not only were these thoughts being drilled into his head, his butt was being pounded into submission as well. His sore and severely stretched hole now could take the whole ten inches of this pulsating butt plug inside his aching but very accommodating ass with ease. Responding very favorably to his bottom training, Superman sighed uncontrollably each time the dildo-like device retracted and cooed with delight whenever it forced its way back in. Once the straightest of superheroes, his lustful moans confirmed that the formerly heterosexual Superman had turned completely gay. He may no longer remember what it feels like to fuck a woman but he’ll certainly will never forget how good it feels to be fucked by a man. And there is only one man that could ever make him feel this good and that was his Master! Only a few days ago, he would have been repulsed just looking at the lurid pictures of this flabby, wrinkled naked old troll appearing in his visor. But now, thanks to the doctor’s sexual reorientation program, he can’t help but be turn-on by what he is watching. The X-Rated film of his Master stroking his hard dick has him totally under his spell, not to mention completely erect.
As the camera zooms in on his Master‘s hard dick, the Doctor‘s orders become even more salacious as they drone on and on, “For I am your Master. And you are now my slave. A slave to your Master’s cock. You love your Master’s cock. You want to worship your Master’s cock. You shall service your Master’s cock. You need to feel your Master‘s cock inside you. You must accept your Master‘s cock up your slave ass. Because you have become my sex-slave. And your main function is to sexually serve your Master. For I am your Master. And you are now my slave. A slave to your Master’s cock. You love your Master’s cock. You want to worship your Master’s cock. You shall service your Master’s cock. You need to feel your Master‘s cock inside you. You must accept your Master‘s cock up your slave ass. Because you have become my sex-slave. And your main function is to sexually serve your Master. For I am your Master. And you are now my slave… ”
The newly created Number 13 accepted and obeyed. For the Doctor was his Master. And he was a slave. A slave to his Master’s cock. That was all that mattered. The stimulation of his super-body continued unabated as the machines continued to suck him, fuck him, feed him cock, cementing his sexual pleasure with his obedience to his Master. For he had become his Master’s gay-sex-slave. And to sexually serve his Master was his main function. This was his Master’s orders. And so he must obey!
The sexual retraining of the once-straight Superman would go on for many, many more hours to come…
To be continued…
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