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As Superman continues to wrestle with his submission to Hugo Strange, his closest allies also begin to fall under the mysterious professor’s power.
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Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman – Parts 6 & 7
by Todd Fleming
Series: Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman

Chapter 6

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.

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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.

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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.

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“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.

Chapter 7

Hovering above the penthouse building, Superman still had not decided if he would keep his appointment with Hugo. The emotions boiled inside him until they felt ready to burst. All of his life, he had never had a problem with making choices, but this new sensual experience of helplessness was uncharted territory for the hero.

With a surrendering sigh, Superman gave in to his battling emotions and floated down to land on the balcony. His jaw dropped when he saw the collar sitting on an end table next to the sliding glass door. Staring at the collar like it was made out of kryptonite, the hero felt like he was frozen in time as he thought about running away.

It was by sheer force of will that he stepped towards the collar and the submissive helplessness that it entailed. Hugo was a dear friend and only wanted to help him. He had to think about the people on Earth who needed his protection.

With slightly trembling hands, Superman picked up the collar and fastened it around his thick neck. Once it was secure, he felt his powerful legs buckle slightly as his superhuman control melted away causing his bulging briefs to expand.

The glass door slid open and Hugo stood before him silent but powerful. Superman slid down to his knees as he accepted that he must be submissive to the man who collared him.

“Welcome Superman,” Hugo said with a smile.

Superman looked up at his friend and flinched. His complete surrender left him powerless to resist anything that the Professor had in mind with this session. His rod of steel pulsed within the confines of his tights and briefs as if the anticipation of what could happen for the next hour was the reason for it’s hardness.

Hugo took a leash from the counter and fastened it to the collar around the hero’s neck. Superman’s eyes bulged out at the thought of being walked like a dog, but he accepted this fact silently as he automatically fell down to his hands and knees like he was a puppet to be controlled by his master.

Crawling behind the man who was helping him deal with his stress, Superman never felt so low in his life. Where these reactions came from he had no idea, and when he tried to think of the source, his thoughts seemed to hit a brick wall. All he knew is that this would help him deal with his stress and that was the reason he did not fight this humiliating situation. Adding to the confusion was the way his body reacted as his pleasure centers seemed to come alive like they never had before.

When they got to the familiar office where Superman found the source of his stress relief, all conflicting thoughts melted away. His mind finally completely surrendered as his body had to the therapeutic reasonings of Professor Hugo Strange.

His friend sat in the chair as Superman kneeled at his feet. “Would you like to talk about what happened yesterday?” Hugo asked gently. “You left in such a hurry that you did not even say goodbye.”

Superman looked up at his friend sheepishly. “I did not mean to be rude, master,” He said as his blue eyes met the grey eyes of his handler. Inwardly he groaned as that word escaped from his mouth once more. Why did he call Hugo ‘master’? He thought wildly. It almost felt instinctive as submitting did.

“It’s okay to feel overwhelmed by these new feelings,” Hugo said with a soft smile. He petted Superman’s thick black hair. “This is a new experience for you, and it is normal to feel a bit freaked out by this. How does it feel to be submissive instead of being in control?”

The Man of Steel felt his pulsing tool jump for joy at the soft touch of his master. Once again, he wondered why he instinctively called Hugo his master instead of his friend. Slightly shivering with pleasure, he closed his eyes enjoying the feelings his body was experiencing. “It feels good,” he softly moaned. “All of my stress seems like a distant memory.”

“It is okay to feel this way, Superman,” Hugo said gently as he stroked the hero’s cheek. “There is nothing wrong in submitting to the greater man. It is a part of who you are. You just have to trust someone to let your guard down once you find the right man. I can help you do this.”

Superman frowned as the words hit him hard. Hugo had never called him Superman even when he was in his uniform before today. Even stranger was the assumption by his friend that he was gay. He had always been attractive to women his entire life. He shivered at the soft caress of his friend as he looked up at him. “I’m not gay,” He said as firmly as he could in his present state of mind.

Hugo smiled as his gently lifted the hero’s chin and looked deeply into his eyes. “I never said you were gay, Superman. Only that it is natural for you to submit to another man. All of your life, you had to maintain ultimate control over your powers and yourself so that you could not explore your true nature. In your quest to find a way to relax, we have discovered that the way to let go of that control is to become a submissive to another man. The way your body is reacting, it is obvious that you secretly crave to give up control and be controlled by another man.”

Superman slightly flinched as the words seemed like the truth to him. His throbbing erection seemed to confirm what his master was saying to him. This foreign sensual pleasure that he was experiencing never happened to him before even with all of his love for Lois. All Lois brought him was more stress that he mistook for love. This new feeling was so much greater than anything that Lois ever offered him. The mixture of relaxation and pleasure threatened to consume him.

“Now that we have discovered a way for you to relax,” Hugo continued. “We can look for ways to achieve this when you are at home. I would like to suggest that our next session take place in your home so we can work on this.”

Superman was about to object when Hugo’s finger ran gently across his lips. The soft sensual feeling combined with his other feelings of pleasure muted his objections as he looked up at the man who controlled his fate. “Yes, master,” he said with a smile even as part of his mind screamed in defiance.

Hugo smiled as he patted Superman on the cheek. “Let’s go ahead and perform your relaxation techniques. Look at the flames of the fire and start breathing deeply. In and out.”

The helpless hero did as instructed as he felt himself let go of his mind and entered that place of relaxation unaware of the severe danger that he was in.

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Lois sat at her table shyly looking at the man across from her. It had been ages since she had been on a date with him and after their rocky relationship the last few years, it was a bit awkward for her.

“Thank you for meeting me here tonight, Lex,” She said in her most seductive voice.

Luthor smiled as he sipped his glass of wine. “I am surprised that you wanted to meet me here, Lois. You have been quite slanderous at late.”

Feeling her cheeks heat up, she smiled demurely at the man she once hated. “I was wrong to write those articles about you. Would you find it in your heart to forgive me?”

Looking critically at his date, Luthor looked her right in the eyes. He held her gaze for several minutes before a small smile settled on his face. “Let’s take it slow, and we will see where it takes us.”

Lois smiled back as their food was brought to their table. “You won’t regret this Lex,” She purred as her foot traced his groin area.

“Does Superman know you are here with me?” Lex asked sarcastically.

Anger rose up in Lois as she snarled. “Superman doesn’t own me!” She suddenly realized where she was and performed the calming exercises that Hugo had taught her. “I’m sorry about that,” She said as she gave Lex her most dazzling smile.

Lex arched an eyebrow. “You must have had a falling out with the alien.”

Lois blushed again as she added pepper on her chicken piccata. She should have known that Lex would pick that up quickly. “Let’s just say I realized that I was wrong about Superman. He is no longer in my life, and I am looking for a real man now. Not a muscled freak who doesn’t know how to satisfy a woman.”

“This was a huge falling out,” Lex observed with a smile. He raised his glass of wine. “I think this might be the start of a wonderful new start for us, Lois.”

Lois raised her own glass and their glasses clinked together. “We both now have similar goals, Lex. I think that between the both of us we can achieve that.”

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Martha and Jonathan Kent held hands tightly as they were escorted to a small room with a table and three chairs. Their escort still has the guns pointed at them ready to fire if they tried to resist. The ride from Smallville had been long and scary. Their questions were answered with guns pointed at them. Their prayers that their son would come and rescue them were unanswered.

They were herded into the room and forced to sit in the chairs. Their guards said nothing but kept their guns trained on the elderly couple. Minutes seemed to last hours as they sat silently fearing what will happen next.

The door opened and a bald man came into the room. At first they thought it was Lex Luthor, but the man was a bit shorter and had more bulk than their son’s greatest enemy. He wore glasses and his grey eyes looked at both of them like they were part of a complex puzzle. “Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Kent.” He said gently. “I am Professor Hugo Strange, and I apologize for having to bring you here.”

Jonathan cleared his throat. “Why are we here?” He demanded.

Professor Strange smiled as he gestured to one of the guards. The guard immediately left and returned a few seconds later with a pitcher of water and two glasses. “Please have a glass of water and we will discuss the reason you have been brought to me.”

Jonathan and Martha each took as glass and poured themselves a glass of water. Professor Strange waited until they took a drink before he motioned for the guards to leave them.
When the room was empty, Strange smiled as he guided Superman’s adoptive parents through the breathing exercise. One by one, the aliens allies would be taken away from him leaving him alone in a world that will soon hate him.

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Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman – Parts 4 & 5
by Todd Fleming
Series: Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman

Chapter 4

The next day was much better for Clark as he frequently performed the relaxation exercises that Hugo had taught him. He was not only able to finish his article about Superman’s fight against Metallo, but he managed to work with Lois on her Lex Luthor story.

Sitting across from each other in the Daily Planet conference room, Clark watched Lois going over the research and notes from her investigation.

“There is something fishy going on here. I have a list of all the donations that Scot Stevens received and none of them can be linked to Luthor. With as much support that he gave to Stevens during the campaign, you would think that he would have donated some kind of funds.”

Clark adjusted his glasses as he looked thoughtfully out of the wall length windows that showed the skyline of Metropolis. “Luthor is too smart to make this kind of obvious mistake. I think he wants us to think there is something suspicious about his involvement with Mr. Steven’s campaign. It might be a red herring to keep our attention on the campaign while he attends to something else.”

Lois nodded slowly as she looked down at the hours of work that she had to do to make it this far. “I’ll broaden my search and look for any other activities that Luthor is doing that might be a story.” She said sighing at the sudden size of her project.

Clark was just about to offer to help when his super hearing picked up screaming from the direction of downtown. “I really have to use the bathroom,” He said pretending to do the potty dance. “I’ll be right back!”

Rushing out of the conference room, Clark went to the stairs that led to the roof. Using his super speed, he changed out of his civilian clothes into the familiar red and blue uniform that fit snugly over his muscled body. Storing his clothes in the secret compartment in his cape, he made it to the roof in seconds and was flying in the air to where the screams were coming from.

In the downtown area, people were running and screaming as a giant robot picked up random cars and threw them at random places. Superman hovered in the air looking closely at the robot. It looked like an exact replica of the best selling toy robot from last Christmas. It looked like Toy Man was up to his old tricks.

With a blur of red and blue, Superman intercepted several cars that were being thrown at the fleeing civilians. Gently setting the cars down one by one with in seconds, the hero flew at full
speed and with a single punch knocked off the robotic head.

The robot swung blindly around the hero looking for a way to squash him for interfering. Superman gasped as the stress that he had been dealing with suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. Holding his head, he tried to quickly perform his breathing exercises while making sure that the robot did not destroy anything else.

During one deep breath, Superman suddenly found himself flying back. He desperately tried to regain his balance as the stress once again hit him hard. Bricks and concrete struck him from behind as his powerful body smashed into the First Bank of Metropolis. He could hear screams as he smashed through the wall and landed in the middle of the bank lobby.

Superman got groggily up to his feet and tried to suppress the stress that was crippling him. He looked through the hole in the wall that he created and narrowed his eyes at the headless robot still trying to destroy the city. His heat vision activated and hit the robot directly in the chest where its main circuitry was located. Sparks flew out of the robot’s chest as it jerked twice before tumbling down on the street.

It took all of Superman’s willpower to fly in the air and make sure there was no immediate threat. Seeing that no one was trapped under the rubble, he uncharastically flew from the scene without helping to clean up. The stress that pounded in his head was almost too much for him to fly as he made his way to Hugo Strange’s apartment. He needed to get to the bottom of these stress episodes as soon as possible before there was threat to the city that he could not handle.

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Professor Hugo Strange smiled as he watched the footage of Superman’s fight with Toyman’s robot on the news. The news was being filmed live with Cat Grant covering the footage of the fight. These attacks on the city in the past two weeks has been a part of his plan to break his prey for his client.

As Ms. Grant was commenting on Superman’s sudden flight from the scene, Strange rushed to his office to make sure that all his preparations were complete. He expected Superman to come straight here after suffering a stress attack during the fight. His luck that it would happen at the exact moment that it happened would only help him in his goal.

After making sure everything was perfect, Strange walked out of the office just in time to see Superman land on his balcony. He had to admit that there was not a more perfect specimen in all of the planet. His uniform clung to every muscle, radiating power. To be the one who actually broke and tamed the alien would be the perfect test to see if he was ready to pursue his own personal goal.

The Professor walked from the living room to the balcony door as he smiled at the man who thought he was his friend. “This is quite the unexpected surprise, Superman. What can I do for you?”

Superman frowned as he felt his head throbbing from the stress attack he was dealing with. “I had another stress attack while fighting Toyman, Hugo. I need your help to find source of this stress.”

Strange wanted to laugh at the distress his ‘patient’ was feeling. For all his power, he certainly had no clue. Then again the effort that he had employed to get the alien to this point was beyond anything that the hero had faced before.

“Come in and I will do what I can,” Strange said soothingly as he placed a red kryptonite coated hand on the bulging bicep of his prey.

The Professor escorted The Man of Steel into his study as he admired the muscle magnificence of his prey. He could understand why his client wanted this alien tamed. Even as a straight man, he could not help but to admire the beauty of this muscled behemoth.

Setting Superman on his couch, Strange went to the bar and started preparing the hero’s special drink as his prey started doing his breathing exercises. This time he didn’t even bother to ask. The Man of Steel had been conditioned enough that he accepted the drugged drink with a grateful smile as relaxation settled over his powerful body.

As Strange settled himself on the chair looking directly at the hero laying on the couch, he took out a pad and pen and started to take down notes. “I have been thinking about the kind of stress that you have been experiencing, and I need to ask a few questions that might make you feel uncomfortable. I would not ask them if I did not think that it might be linked to your stress attacks.”

Superman sipped his spiked drink as he lazily watched the flames in the fireplace letting the feeling of ultimate relaxation run through his body. “You can ask me anything that you want, Hugo.” He said warmly.

“How is your sex life?”

The hero blinked as he looked startled at the question. “What does my sex life have to do with these stress attacks?” he asked as his face started to blush.

Strange put on his most soothing and understanding smile as he secretly reveled in watching the hero squirm uncomfortably. “I only ask because this kind of stress attack can be linked to problems in a sexual nature. Men and women have needs that they need to fulfill to lead stress free lives and the lack of sex can cause frustration to turn into stress that can build up over time.”

Superman turned even redder as he looked down at his drink. “I am a virgin,” He mumbled not believing that he was admitting this to anyone.

“It is believed that you and Ms. Lane were having a relationship,” Strange said softly.

“It’s not that simple,” Superman stammered. “I love Lois, but I don’t know if she loves me for being Superman or if she could love me for being Clark Kent. I can’t be with someone in that way until I know that it is with the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Strange could hardly believe the information that he was hearing. The most powerful man in the universe was a sexual virgin? He wanted to laugh at loud at the ammunition that the alien just gave him. His upbringing in Kansas probably had something to do with this bashfulness about talking about sex, and it was exactly what he needed to break the alien. “Do you trust, Ms. Lane?” Hugo asked softly as he watch the uncomfortable hero turn even redder.

“I want to trust her,” He said sheepishly.

“What is holding you back from trusting a woman who you think you love?”

Superman sighed as he looked into the dancing flames. “I don’t know if she loves me for the real me or the hero that she sees fighting crime. I also don’t know if she would keep my secrets or would do her job as a reporter and reveal them to the world.”

Hugo set his pad and pen down as he crossed his legs looking intently at the alien. “If you can’t trust Ms. Lane then there is no way to have a healthy relationship with her. I trust your judgement that you are unsure how she would react since you know her much better that I do. This might be one of the reasons for your stress attacks. Between the stress in trying to trust Ms. Lane combined with your duties as Superman and Clark Kent, you might be trying to handle more than even you could handle. I can see that this has only added to your stress, so let’s do your breathing exercises to help you let go and unwind.”

Hugo stood up and watched as Superman slowly reduced his mind to where his suggestion could be successfully implanted. He placed his kryptonite coated hand on his prey’s shoulders and whispered in his ear, “You will break up with Lois and tell her that you will not be seeing her anymore. Although you will feel bad about the breakup, you will be at this level of relaxation for 24 hours. You will agree to come and see me everyday to talk about your problems.”

The Professor watched as he let the alien stay in this vulnerable state for several more minutes. After slowly pulling his prey’s mind back to reality, he walked over to his desk. “I’m afraid is all the time that I can give you right now. I have another appointment coming at anytime. Would it be okay, if I put you on my schedule so that we both have time to talk and address your problems?”

He watched as Superman nodded with a smile. The level of trust he now had with the alien was probably on the same level as his adoptive parents at this time. The Professor could not wait until the alien realized that he had fallen in his trap. “That would be great, Hugo. I really appreciate you taking the time to talk to me about this.”

“Anything for a friend,” Strange said as he pretended to jot the appointment in his book. “Come back at 4 PM tomorrow and we will pick up where we left off. If for some reason there is an emergency, stop by here day or night.”

The Professor escorted Superman to his balcony where he watched the unsuspecting hero take off in the air. His smile turned into a snarl as his plan slowly unfolded.

Chapter 5

“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.

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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.

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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.

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