Youth Sleuth Inc. & the Case of the Fallen Superheroes

Author's Forward: I know what many of you are probably wondering... How could there be another case involving the Youth Sleuth Inc., Detective Agency if in the last installments (Hypnosis in the News, Sleeper Cell and To Dream Perchance to Sleep) it had been determined that their entire existence was the product of one young man's subconscious imaginings, a dream? Indeed, the detectives that Rick had dreamed up were of his own creation to be sure, but that doesn't mean that the Agency did not exist in real time, in another place. In fact, somewhere in the dark recesses of Rick's mind, he must have recalled hearing about Miami's Youth Sleuth Inc Detective firm, probably in the news, after the agency had solved a series of actual burglaries and home invasion cases that really had local authorities stumped. Of course, the detectives at “the real Youth Sleuth Inc.,” were not the same young men dreamed up by Rick. No, they were a little younger, a bit less seasoned. This up and coming foursome of supersleuths were about to take on the most challenging case of their lives to date – The Case of the Fallen Superheroes. (This is an 11 chapter hypno-saga; the first six chapters appear here). The photo I based the four principal characters on is shown below. Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE
A REAL INTRODUCTION

HEADLINE: LOCAL DADE P.I.'S BUST UNIV. SWIM TEAM COACH
IN GAMBLING RING

From left to right:
Kyle Wagner; Drew Witwicki, Caleb Donahue & Jake Donahue

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Getting their pictures in the Herald was becoming a fairly regular honor for the young men at Youth Sleuth Inc., though the one-piece royal blue swimming suits they had on at the time were unlike any other outfit they had been previously photographed in.

-”I can't believe we let that photographer dude pose us like this, what were we thinking?! We look so gay!” the group's youngest and most vocal member slapped the paper down on his desk. Jake Donahue was also the firm's front-runner in public relations, always insisting the group maintain a certain level of image and brand quality. This pic in the paper did not meet the bar in terms of Jake's PR quality control standards.

-”It's done dude, besides, you're not the one whose dick is fully outlined!” Drew reddened embarrassingly at the admission. It was true - through his Lycra swimsuit one could easily make out the trace outline of Drew's manhood.

-”My point exactly. You see why we have to approve all publicity stuffs?” Jake was insistent, but he was also right. “We look like a quad of four gay superheroes or something!” He laughed, but it was a forced laugh.

-”Funny you should mention superheroes Jakey...” Jake's older brother Caleb suddenly interjected. Compared to Jake, Caleb was much more even-mannered, calm, good to have around in a crisis. His somewhat monotone voice always worked for helping others control themselves in situations of peril or threat.

-”Why, what? Does Superman need our help again?!” Jake joked. Caleb ignored him as he usually did when he got on one of his rants about something trivial like this picture in the newspaper.

-”No, the Sigma-Kappa Frat House is having it's annual Halloween party this weekend and the theme is superheroes. No admittance unless you are in an actual superhero costume.” Caleb started to explain but of course, his less patient, younger brother cut him off.

-”So? What's this got to do with us? We're done with the University, our check is in the mail as they say.”

-”Yes and no. Yes, their check is in the mail, no we're not quite done with the university. Because of our photos being in the paper, we were contacted this morning by a one Gertrude Sullivan, of Topeka Kansas. Her son is in that particular frat.”

-'And she wants us to babysit him at the Halloween party!” Jake joked while munching on some cashews. No one else in the room laughed.

-”No... She's noticed changes in her son Jonah that have her... well, alarmed. She wants us to check him out, make sure everything is ok. And the Halloween party this weekend is the perfect time and place to do just that.” Caleb instructed.

-”So that's what we're getting now? Babysitting cases?! Pfff! This is because of this picture! You see?! No one's taking us seriously and we're seeing it already!” Jake was no longer joking, he was in fact bordering on aggravated panic.

-”Relax Jake, you don't have to take the assignment. I figure two of us is good enough. Kyle? Feel like goin' to a frat party?!” Caleb winked.

-”Be just like the old daze bro! Sure, but I need to wrangle me up a costume. Who should I be?” Kyle was suddenly consumed with the thought.

-”How about Aquaman – you can wear that swimsuit!” Jake tossed the newspaper up in the air in utter frustration. “Listen do me a favor, both of you, don't blow your cover and don't get photographed without your masks!”

-”He's right, we should be masked. So Superman and Aquaman are out.” Caleb agreed partially with what his brother was saying. They could be recognized if they appeared without head cover and that would defeat the entire purpose of them being there.

-”Ok, I think I know who I want to be!” Kyle seemed almost excited at the thought.

-”Who? Captain Caveman?” Jake rolled his eyes and went back to looking through some of the papers on his desk, mostly bills.

-”Close dude. Captain America.” Kyle decided. Now he just had to track down a Captain America costume before Saturday night. He was on it and online instantly.

-”So if you're going Marvel... I'll go DC!” Caleb extolled enthusiastically. “Who should I go as...?”

-”UCH, WHO CARES, DUDES?” Jake gave his angst one final try; still, no one paid him any heed. Drew stared at him for a bit, wondering why he always got so aggravated over things that were “done” already. He shook his head and turned back to the discussion between Caleb and Kyle.

-”I think I'm going to go as The Flash.” Caleb decided, knowing instantly he was going to have issues tracking one of those costumes down.

Drew suddenly broke in with a thought. “Caleb, you mentioned this kid's mom noticing disturbing changes in her son, did she give you any specifics?”

-”Finally, someone asks an intelligent question!” Jake mumbled under his breath but loud enough for all to hear.

-”Yeah. Um, she thinks her son is um... well to quote her, “gone queer” and might be in some kind of queer cult.”

Jake burst out laughing, unable to contain his reaction.

-”You're kidding me, right? DUDE! Some Midwestern cow-lady calls afraid that her son's gone queer and you guys are going to stake out the frat, looking for evidence that he's what, a fruit cup? Then what? You're gonna tell his Bible-thumping mama back home on the farm that her son's a flower? Bro, and you ACCEPTED this case? Are you on drugs?!”

-”There's a bit more to it than that Jake. She thinks her son has gotten in with the wrong people, possibly with drugs.”

-”So what? College kids don't do drugs? Listen dude, this is not a case for Youth Sleuth Detective Agency!” Jake had launched into full protest mode now. Caleb had to step up to the plate since it was his decision ultimately to accept this case.

-”Bro', you're the Junior member here, remember? The three of us founded this firm three years ago, you've been here for 13 months, so chill, ok? I trust my instincts. When I spoke to this cow-lady as you call her, there was something about her tone... there's no harm in snooping around and seeing what we can find out! Plus, she Fed-exed us a check for $1000.00 to cover our initial outlay of expenses.”

-”Must be a rich cow-lady!” Drew joked.

Caleb had finalized it then, putting his younger brother in his place quite succinctly. Jake did not respond. If his brother was able to get a $1000 check for what would likely be 1 night's worth of work, then all the power to him.

-”Hey Drew, you wanna come along? You could be Joker!” Kyle offered temptingly, while chuckling.

-”Ha, and you must be joking!” Drew nodded his head in the negative. No way was he going to be dressing up in tights and going to some crazy-assed frat party. He'd let his two partners have all the fun.

 

CHAPTER TWO
JONAH SULLIVAN, NEMESIS LOG

When the social chairs of our frat announced that we were going to have a superhero themed Halloween party this year, I immediately jumped on the volunteer-bandwagon, joining the official planning committee. Truth is, I probably wouldn't even have gone to the party had it not been superhero themed. Ok, yeah, I have a bit of a superhero fetish, but who can blame me? The skin tight, body-hugging Lycra/spandex that left absolutely nothing to the imagination? The spandex leotards, some with built-in muscle mass, others, showing off the wearer's natural physique in ways unlike any other material on Earth could? I mean, come on! You'd have to be nuts not to find it attractive in a kinky-ish sorta way.

My name is Jonah C. Sullivan. I'm a first-year economics major and I'm gay, though still mostly in the closet. I know, I know.... be proud of who you are. I am proud, just not into shouting it from the rooftops yet. I'm from the Midwest, from a small farming community outside of Topeka, Kansas. You don't find many queers there I'm afraid.

I hatched my plan swiftly. If we were going to have a frat-house filled with Batmans, Robins and assorted superheroes, I decided, unilaterally at first, that we were also going to have a hypnotist present as part of the evening's entertainment. The social chairs loved the idea when I pitched it to them. I was so pleased when they agreed with me, how cool would it be if those dressed like their favorite superheroes actually believed they had become that superhero for the night? I was put on the task immediately. More importantly, I was put on the task alone, as I was secretly hoping. I interviewed three local (and one not so local) hypnotists, determined to find one that would help me with my REAL post-party plans.

For my plan to work, I needed the hypnotist to leave a 'back-door' open in the minds of the guys he'd be working with. That back door would be the one I'd plan on using the following day. Three of the four hypnotists I interviewed took some degree of issue with this, despite my telling them that it was all part of a larger fraternity prank. But the fourth hypnotist, a guy by the name of Don D'Mesmer had no problem with the request, even seemed curious. And so, the wheels in motion, my plan began.

There was one inescapable problem with my plan and there seemed to be no way to circumvent it. I really had no way of knowing which of the brothers were most hypnotizable, so I couldn't control who wound up being selected for the hypnotist's routine. Also, since it was an “open party” there really would be no telling who would be in attendance and who then, would be designated D'Mesmer's “chosen ones”. D'Mesmer had told me that he only uses the most suggestible, super-subjects and that he could only filter them out after doing a series of in-person tests which were part of the beginning of his routine.

I just had to keep my fingers crossed. I had about five or six guys in my head that I was hoping would be 'super-subjects' but I likewise had another five or six guys in my head that I was seriously hoping would not be, frankly, because they didn't physically appeal to me, that's all. The rest were wild-cards essentially.

The buzz traveled around campus pretty quickly, not only about our frat's Superhero-themed Halloween party but the fact that we had hired a hypnotist to help out with the evening's thematic. People were jazzed and we were expecting a huge turnout. An open party that anyone could attend, the only rule being that one's admittance was contingent on one wearing an actual superhero costume. No homemade heroes or stupid things like showing up with a broom and saying, “I'm Broom-Man.” The hero had to be a recognizable DC or Marvel superhero character.

There were six guys and six girls selected from the whole group as the evening's subjects and boy, what an evening it was! I was grateful that there were no duplicates as with the female subjects selected. There were two Wonderwomen and two Batgirls on stage along with a Spiderwoman and Supergirl.

On the men's side, the side that concerned me most obviously, there was a Superman, a Robin, an Aquaman, a Spiderman, a Flash and a Captain America! I did not know who the last three guys were since they were masked, but Robin was Wes Lyons, a fellow recent inductee to the frat; Aquaman was the campus' Football star-hunk, Brad Jordan and Superman was Bryan Dorsey, another third year Football guy who looked absolutely perfect dressed as The Man of Steel, correction – the hypnotized Man of Steel. All the guys on stage looked so deliciously tempting that I could barely wait for the next day's festivities to ensue.

So, let's fast-forward a bit. Today is November 1st. A Sunday. A sleepy Sunday if you go by the six Superhero-clad hunks standing in my livingroom, their heads, all of them, conked out on their chests, just as they had been last night when D'Mesmo wasn't actively using them in one of his skits. I loved the way it looked last night and so now, I've replicated it, only here, the six hunks were standing in a perfect line, touching, their stiffened bodies side-by-side and at ramrod attention.

Of course, I didn't have them come here dressed in their superhero gear. I'm not completely cruel. I live almost two miles off-campus. Nah, I had them show up in intervals of 15 minutes and so they did, more or less. They started showing up to my place after noon, one by one, their costumes in hand, believing they were taking them to be 'fixed' or 'returned'. With each of them coming to my door with this confused look on their face, wondering why I, Jonah Sullivan, was there to greet them, I knew the day was going to be hypnotically stellar! I just wanted to squeeze their confused not yet hypnotized faces, they were all so cute in their states of absolute confusion, priceless!

I spoke the trigger, hypnotizing each of them right there in my apartment hallway, watching each of them go from fully conscious to zombie in seconds. I had them all enter my modest abode like this, fully under. Once in, I had them each change back into their superhero costumes from the night before. I organized and hid their piles of discarded clothing, deciding on the spur that when I sent them all home at the end of the day, I'd do a sock and underwear swap on all of 'em. Just thinking of them getting back to their dorm rooms and not recognizing the underwear or socks they had on, was enough to get my super-villain juices supercharged and ready.

Waiting for them all to arrive was undoubtedly, the hardest. I felt like I was going to bust my nut, particularly after a few of them had arrived and were basically asleep on my couch, fully-clad in their superhero gear, waiting. I did not want to start without all six of them assembled and thankfully by 1:30, everyone was in attendance and we could finally begin.

Allow me to introduce you then to my harem of hypnotized superheroes. Since they're all assembled here, lined up against the wall, waiting to do my bidding, I might as well work my way down the line from left to right... why not?

Spiderman asleep on his feet in the far left, covered in head to toe Lycra-leotard; I found out last night that he was actually Randy Samson, one of the frat brothers that was particularly hard on me during my initiation. What an asswipe! Seeing him take off his mask last night and realizing I would have him in my clutches the following day, I don't know how I slept! Randy, it turns out, was a great subject. The hypnotist had a lot of fun with “Spidey” last night – he turned him into a tree and stuck his feet to the floor; turned him into a wind-up doll and made him think his Spidey-senses were turning him on – when Randy started to show the slightest twitching in his personals, the hypnotist grabbed him by the shoulders, turned his back to the audience and instructed him to think about 'an old lady cleaning her dirty dentures.' He then turned back to the audience and smiled, saying something like, “there, he should be back to normal in no time!” Everyone erupted in laughter. It was all hot but mere foreplay for what I had in mind for today. Randy Samson! In my livingroom! Standing here like a zombie. A Spiderman zombie! I couldn't wait to permanently trap him in my web of hypnotic domination...

Standing next to Randy was Wes Lyons, dressed as Robin and actually quite convincing in the part. His hair was naturally dark and had the same basic style as the Boy Wonder's, and he had the relative size, being the smallest of the six assembled. He was muscled, but at no more than 5'8” and 135 or 140 pounds, he also looked the youngest. Wes had dimples on either side of his face that were so pronounced he didn't even need to be smiling to see them. The hypnotist did some stupid stuff with Wes the night before: He made him think “Batman was dead” and that he, Robin had accidentally killed him – this sent Wes into a neurotic panic and then to collapse to his knees in tears yelling, “WHY?! WHY?! The hypnotist also made Wes think that a mop was Catwoman and that she (it) had cast a love-spell on him. This resulted in Robin making out with the mop and following it around the stage like a love-sick puppy as the hypnotist walked with it like a flag-bearer at some official meet or ceremony. D'Mesmer even had Wes talking in some Alien dialect while in his Robin-persona.

Next to Robin, stood Captain America, shield and all! It was a great costume that came muscled though its wearer, Kyle Wagner didn't seem to look as though he needed it. I didn't know who Kyle was or even how he came to be at the party last night but for right now, that wasn't important.

Kyle was a good looking blond haired blue eyed Adonis, the kind that made everyone's head turn? I'm pretty sure I haven't seen him around campus so far this semester because I would have definitely remembered him. The guy was about 6'1” and told me he tipped the scales at 245 pounds! 245 pounds of Captain America standing right before me... what would I have him do? Last night the hypnotist had Captain America think he was Wonderwoman, he made him forget every word in the English language leaving only one that would replace all others – the word he chose – hypnotize. So throughout the evening the hypnotist would ask Captain America a question, and he'd answer in a sentence or two, essentially repeating the word hypnotize over and over and over again like a robot stuck in some kind of linguistic systems loop. It was hot and a riot at the same time! Like some kind of hypno-mantra of some kind that he was reciting cluelessly. As the audience laughed at his responses, he just looked back at us, wondering what our problem was and why we were laughing at him.

-”What's your name Captain America?”

-”Hypnotize hypnotize.” Kyle answered back casually. ....Classic shit!

Next to him, another blond, dressed appropriately so in an Aquaman costume. Who knew they even made Aquaman costumes? There were actually three Aquaman's at last night's party. This was vintage Aquaman and its wearer was another cutie by the name of Brad Jordan; aside from his slightly smaller nose and slightly darker blond hair than Kyle, the two could have easily been brothers. Brad was actually atop my wish/hit list and I was thrilled to see Aquaman standing up there last night, asleep on his feet, obeying all of the hypnotist's commands to a “T”. The hypnotist made Aquaman dance ballet with Captain America; he made them slow dance too, towards the end of the spiel and only for a moment. He woke them up in mid-step and both repulsed away from each other as if totally unnerved and shocked to find themselves in the arms of another man!

What I found most hot though was how the hypnotist, when he wasn't using one of the guys, had them just shut down, sleeping on their feet, heads stuck to their chests. If they had been robots, you'd say they had been powered down. When he needed them again, he'd simply go up to them from behind, squeeze their shoulder and speak or whisper into their ears.

Standing next to Aquaman, another interesting choice – Bryan Dorsey, a.k.a. Superman. Bryan had an interesting bod, and was kinda average in terms of his facial features with slick black hair, cut short and with slightly larger than average ears. That made him look a little geeky, but he was on the football team and was friends with all the 'big guys' on campus. The hypnotist had a lot of fun with Superman during his routine, creating something called hypno-krypto-nitey-night – a new type of kryptonite that would hypnotize Superman (and Supergirl) a little more each time it was shown, until at the end of the evening, Superman and Supergirl were just standing there, a pair of blank-faced hypnotized zombies! It was funny as shit but also, hot. Bryan's final dose of the hypno-krypto basically did just that. And he couldn't have looked cuter - more capitulated, more hypnotized, if he had been trying.

And finally, rounding off the group of six, standing next to Bryan was Caleb Donahue, dark brown hair, pale white skin, blue eyes. He was also about six feet three inches tall and had a good body, somewhat on the thinner side. His superhero costume of choice was unfortunately, The Flash. And I say unfortunately because his cowl covered up much of his cute face, not to mention, his close-cut chestnut hair. I had no idea who this guy was either though his name... his name did sound familiar. I couldn't place it.

It was so cool watching the hypnotist suggest to the Flash that he was gradually slowing down... turning him virtually to stone with his words! When he finally did freeze, Caleb had one foot up in the air and it took a lot for him to hold his body in that pose for long. He was one hot looking statue though and I wanted him to stay that way, frozen, forever.

As part of the hypnotist's grand finale (and I'm proud to say, I came up with this idea and passed it onto him), he turned all of the male superheroes into rigid beams of metal, and with the help of a couple of assistants, myself included, we lifted the guys up, one by one onto a slightly elevated platform that sat at the ready. We basically stacked them like a pile of textbooks; their rigid bodies lying one on top of the other. It was so hot picking them up and putting them to rest on top of their buddies hardened bodies – ass on dick! In case you were wondering, Spidey was at the bottom, followed by Superman, Captain America, Aquaman, Flash and then finally Robin. My favorite part of that last scene was that I got to grab hold of each of these guys' ankles; as I grabbed Robin's ankles, one of his patented green archer boots fell from his foot so that when he was placed atop the pile of five hypnotized guys, he looked all the more vulnerable. Nothing sweeter than a superhero who is missing articles of clothing, even if it was only a single boot.

I took one final look at the lineup of six standing before me; one more look before I'd instigate my fun-filled fantasy superhero-hypno matinée

-”I want you all to listen to me! You are deeply hypnotized and will remain so; in a moment I'm going to say the three letters, RPG. When I do, you will find that you ARE the superheroes in the costumes you have on. You will become them, in every way, except for you Superman, you cannot fly.” I had to impose this restriction. (I didn't need Bryan throwing himself into the part by throwing himself out of my third story apartment window in some futile escape attempt)!

-”Beyond this, you will all know that I am the villain, Master Hypno. I possess the ability to hypnotize and take over minds, and one by one I'm going to pick you off. You will not be able to resist being hypnotized by me, in part, because you will still be hypnotized, but you will not be aware of that.

I then took the Flash, a.k.a. Caleb by the hand to my bedroom and had him listen to a very special music track I had designed just for this afternoon. I had him lie down and listen to it using my headphones.. Once he was settled in seconds later, I left the room to return to the others.

-”Your final instructions...” I began, as if I had never left the main room: “You cannot leave this apartment and for now, I am invisible; none of you can see me or know that I am here, but you will hear me when I give you commands and you will follow them.”

-”RPG!” I said just as simply as that.

-”Holy nightmares on Elm street, where are we?” Robin was first to speak. Wes was now fully back in his Robin persona... the suggestions took, as easily as they had last night!

-”My Spidey senses are tingling!” Spiderman was holding his head, still foggy. I couldn't help but be drawn to his crotch given the effect of last night's 'tingling' suggestion on the webcrawler. (From what I could tell – nothing... yet, please stand by)!

Aquaman, Superman and Captain America were in similar groggy, half-waking states. None of them seemed to be paying any heed to me, which was good, because I really had to straighten out my own crotch something bad. Even watching these superheroes emerge from one layer of the hypnotic cocoon I had woven around them was turning me on.

-”How did we get here?” Aquaman asked the group, sounded pretty spaced out, still.

-”I don't remember a thing!” Superman declared, sounding a bit alarmed and looking around more intently as the thought occurred to him.

Captain America said it first. “Do you think we were drugged or... hypnotized?”

I smiled to myself and scurried out of the room back to Caleb, who by now, was just lying on my bed, eyes open, even deeper than he was when I had left him, now far deeper than he had been last night. As per the CD's subliminal instructions, Caleb's body was as rigid as it had been the night previous when he had been sandwiched between Aquaman and Robin in the book-stacking routine.

I used my most authoritative, masterful voice. Ok, it sounded contrived, but this was my fantasy, and as far as Caleb or any of my other assembled man-servants knew, I was Master Hypno, not Jonah Sullivan trying to sound larger than life.

-”Caleb, you can move now, but only to remove your cowl.” I instructed the red and yellow clad plank of wood. His hands reanimated, coming unglued from his thighs where they had been plastered, and he undid the Velcro on the back of his head piece, removing it as instructed. His chestnut colored hair was a bit sweaty and damp.

I went for his boots next, yanking each off only to find Caleb's large feet still covered by a pair of white sweat socks. I made quick work of those socks, stuffing both down my pants and into my direct contact with my cock. Caleb would not be getting his socks back today I decided or if he did, he'd just happen to find a little present in them. Either way... I remained open to the possibilities. I ran my hand gently up and down both of his soles, noting that his large soles were a little rough to the touch. Caleb showed no reaction whatsoever to my touching him. I even squeezed his left foot, hard, almost pinching the sensitive skin of his foot's center, and still nothing. I could have given the guy an injection at that point and he wouldn't know it!

-”Now Flash, your mission is simple. You will be returned to your superhero friends outside, but you will remain completely in my power! I am your master. Your mission is to one by one, convince them to come check out THIS ROOM. Once they are in here, we're going to hypnotize them. Now at the count of three, you will stand, go back to your friends and carry out my orders. You will start with Captain America! GO!”

Seeing Caleb's blank face register all of this was hot enough, but hearing him say “Yes master” to me, as he sat up like robot, was priceless. I followed him out into the living room to see how he would choose to carry out my orders. I pointed to the door with one hand while adjusting my now throbbing cock with the other. Why was I still dressed? If I could be invisible, I should be naked I reasoned.. I'd let my next victim/inductee assist the Flash with that task of getting me undressed.

-”Superman! Robin! Boy am I glad to see you guys!” Caleb stated excitedly, wholly submerged in his Flash role.

The Boy Wonder was first to notice it.

-”Flash? What happened to your boots?!” Robin asked pointing at Caleb's bare feet.

That was the first time Caleb/Flash realized he was barefoot. I could tell he didn't know how to answer.

-”Gadzooks! They must have dislodged from my feet when I ran here! Maybe the Captain might be able to help me find them!” Keeping to his Flash character and persona, he bolted toward his friend and colleague, grabbed Kyle at the waist and pushed him speedily toward my bedroom.

I turned my attention back to the rest of them assembled.

-”The rest of you, listen up! Spiderman-Hypno!” Randy's head suddenly slumped to his chest. Robin noticed it first.

-”Hey guys, look at Spiderman!” Wes pointed in amazement.

-”Robin-Hypno, Superman-Hypno, Aquaman-Hypno!” I voiced authoritatively and the remaining three superheroes joined Spidey in the land of nod.

-”I want the four of you to sit down on this couch. Put your feet up on the coffee table here and wait for me to return. As you sit here you will continue to go deeper and deeper into hypnosis. Wanting to obey... needing to obey...”

I pushed the coffee table closer to the couch, particularly for Wes, aka Robin, whose legs I knew could never stretch out that far. When the four were seated comfortably, their feet up, I decided I'd go check on my other two heroes, Flash and Captain America, waiting for me in my bedroom.

I entered and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Caleb really was an excellent subject! Somehow he had found a way to get Captain America, aka Kyle to put the headphones on and lie down on my bed! Talk about being super-fast, huh? He even pressed play on the computer! When I said to Flash that we were going to hypnotize the others, I was speaking suggestively, not literally. Caleb's subconscious took it literally though. And Kyle, for his part, looked like he was totally out of it, after only minutes, his red, white and blue superhero clad body was tight and rigid. Those subliminals really do work on the subconscious!

-”Flash, remove Captain America's boots!” I pointed at the Captain's feet.

-”Yes master.” Caleb responded emptily. He moved slowly, as if in a dream himself, but he got the task done, which was all that mattered. Like Caleb, Kyle was also wearing a pair of white tube-socks under his superhero boots.

Now was as good a time as any to figure out who these two were, so I asked, with both of them so deeply under my control, I needed to know.

-”Caleb, why were you at the party last night? Who invited you?”

-”No one invited us. We crashed it. We went 'cause your mom wanted us to investigate you. We're private investigators, Kyle and me.”

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

-”Kyle, is what Caleb saying true?” I confirmed.

-”Yes sir. All true, sir.” Kyle was a bit surprised being addressed in his real name. He was Captain America after all and that's what everyone called him.

 

CHAPTER THREE:
MONDAY MORNING

-”Yo Drew! Did you get this email? Is it a gag or something?” Jake flung a printed out email with a photo copied below it on Drew's desk.

-”I haven't checked my emails yet, geez dude, it's Monday morning, 9 o'clock. Chill the frig out! Are Caleb and Kyle in yet? I wanna hear all about their superhero frat party.”

-”Nah, neither is in yet. Dude, look at that photo closely Drew. Trust me. Look at the photo.”

Drew picked up the email and was a little repulsed by what he first saw. Two sets of ball, belonging to none other than Captain America and Flash, standing side by side, pants down, showing off all their packaging.

-”It's gotta be a gag... um, right?!” Jake reasoned, holding his head as it began to throb.

-”Sure looks like our guys. Man, what were they thinking sending this to you?” Drew wondered in astonishment.

-”I don't think they sent it. I didn't recognize the email address it came from so I checked it out and it was already canceled Whoever sent this to us, wants us to know they have Caleb and Kyle.”

Drew wasn't that certain.

-”Jake, aren't you jumping to conclusions? I mean, for all we know this is Caleb trying to screw with you. Maybe this is some Halloween prank or joke, you know?”

-”Doesn't feel like my bro. Something is off in that pic. I mean. First of all, look, it's day time! The party was at night, right?!” Jake was adamant and felt justified in his suspicions seeing his older brother and Kyle in their costumes, during the day.

-”Hey, you're right.” Drew admitted, noticing some sunlight in the corner of the shot. “What does that mean?”

-”I'm willing to bet neither of them made it home Saturday night. I haven't heard from them since before the party.... how about you?” Jake asked Drew.

-”Nah. I spoke to Kyle before he and Caleb left but not since then.” Drew reported. “You don't think this photo was photoshopped do you?” Drew asked his partner, looking at the photo ever more closely.

-”Drew, I may not live with my older brother any more but I know his um.... packaging. That's him! We're basically built exactly the same.”

-”K, too much information Jakie! Hey, look at their eyes through their masks, they look, almost mad.”

-”That's not mad Drew. They look like a couple of zombies. I wouldn't be surprised if whoever has them has them drugged or something crazy. How else would he get them to drop their pants and just stand there like a couple of idiots while he snapped this photo?”

-”Ok look, let's calm down. I'll make some calls to the Frat House. See what I can find out. Why don't you call Kyle's dad, see if he's checked in at home since Saturday night.”

-”I'm on it.” Jake was almost out the door when Drew called after him, “Yo Jake, don't freak the guy out. Just ask for Kyle and ask him when the last time was he saw or spoke with him, ok?”

-”You got it!” Jake saluted back. Geez, did he hate being spoon fed by these guys, but he had to play the game by their rules, this was their business after all.

**

-”Uh, Jake, find out anything?” Drew asked looking a little concerned.

-”Kyle's dad hasn't heard from him since Saturday afternoon. You? What did you learn?”

Drew held up the photo to Jake. “Take a look at their eyes Jake... would you say they look hypnotized?” Drew asked.

-”Yeah, I guess they could...why?”

-”The frat had a hypnotist at the party and according to one of the brothers I was speaking to, both The Flash and Captain America were hypnotized and used in the guy's bit.”

Jake didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

-”You gotta be kidding?! They actually let themselves get hypnotized, those dufuses?! What were they fuckin' thinking?!” He had to sit down at the thought. Could his older brother be this dumb?

-”Four other frat brothers haven't been seen since yesterday, Sunday afternoon.” Drew reported. “....All of them, were part of the hypnotist's stage act.”

-”Then that's should be where we start. We find out who the hypnotist was and who hired him.” Jake reasoned out loud

-”I've got the hypnotist's name and address. I'm going to pay him a visit.” Drew announced. “That leaves you to talk to the frat brothers and find out who hired him. Also once you're there find out what you can about Jonah Sullivan. Probably won't tie in with anything but just the same. The guys were investigating whether that kid was gay, right? And now they turn up showing off their birthday suits? There could be something there.”

Drew had no idea how close to the nail head he had just hit it.

 

CHAPTER FOUR
CRISIS IN CAPITAL CITY

-”My Spidey senses are telling me that the Flash and Captain aren't coming back.” Spiderman sounded worried.

-”This Master Hypno criminal is picking us off one by one.” Robin acknowledged. “There seems to be nothing we can do to stop him!”

-”What we need is to find a way to resist his hypnotic spells.” Aquaman chimed in.

Superman was unusually quiet.

-”Superman, you don't seem to be impervious to Master Hypno's mind control either. Do you have any ideas?!” Aquaman asked.

-”It's possible. If I could freeze him with my super chill breath before he hypnotizes me...”

-”If only Batman were here!” Robin's worry was very real. Batman was after all one of Master Hypno's first victims.

-”We'll get him back Robin.” Superman said reassuringly, tapping his young colleague on his shoulder.

Batman entered the room.

-”Batman!? You're ok?” Robin stood and went running toward his friend and colleague. Batman continued walking past him, holding up the amulet of hypno-krypto in front of the Man of Steel's eyes. The effect was immediate. Superman was under its spell.

Aquaman and Spiderman moved to intercept the Caped Crusader. Aquaman grabbing hold of Batman's right wrist, the one dangling the crystal, while Spiderman, the other. Robin was worried. “Don't hurt him, that's Batman.” He reminded them.

-”Yeah but look what he did to Superman!” Spiderman pointed at Superman who was now walking, arms out-stretched towards the bedroom. He was powerless to resist.

-”We gotta go after Superman!” Robin charged after him, following him, desperately. You stay here with Batman!

Spiderman and Aquaman continued to hold Batman.

-”Come on, wake up Batman! Wake up!” Aquaman shook Batman, his colleague, hoping to snap him out of it. Batman simply raised the amulet in Aquaman's direction, making sure to swing it back and forth, watching Aquaman's unsuspecting, aqua-marine eyes follow it, back and forth.

-”No Aquaman, fight it, fight it! Come on Batman, you gotta wake up!” Spiderman pleaded with the caped crusader of Gotham, to no avail.

Aquaman was already entranced, his grip on Batman's arm considerably weaker from only moments earlier.

-”Spiderman hypno!” Batman entoned. The webcrawler now completely lost his grip on Batman's arm, his head on his chest. Aquaman's eyes were still locked on the dangling amulet in Batman's hand. He was free.

Batman pushed Spiderman downward onto the couch then directed the hypnotized Aquaman to lie on top of him. He then walked out, having got what he came for – the Man of Steel.

In Master Hypno's secret lair, Superman stood at attention, alongside the Boywonder who lay on a table with ear phones on his ears. Batman had just entered and took his place alongside the Man of Steel. He froze in position until a few minutes later when it became obvious that Robin's audio indoctrination was complete. That's when the frozen Caped Crusader suddenly reanimated, making his way to the table where his ward, lay paralyzed. Batman began to undress him methodically from bottom to top.

Once Robin was fully disrobed he removed his own lower part of costume and positioned himself atop Robin so that his already hard penis was pressing down against the Boy Wonder's developing hard on. He came on him seconds later. It didn't take long, particularly as he could feel Robin's rod stiffening beneath his, in fact, that is what caused it. He dismounted the Boy Wonder as quickly as he had mounted him leaving behind a good portion of his bat-juices in Robin's pubes.

Batman approached Superman next. His erection was visible through his spandex red underpants and he decided it would be Superman's turn to use the Boy Wonder's naked body as a cum fountain. Superman turned toward his younger colleague, pulled his lower leotard down and came all over Robin's erect cock and surrounding area. His aim was super, like everything else about him. Batman was himself masturbating seeing his friend, Clarke Kent jerking himself off on his other good friend and apprentice, Dick Grayson. It sent a perverse chill through the Batman who was just so caught up in the scene he came in his costume.

With Superman, Robin, Aquaman and Spiderman now totally nude and facing each other in a tightly bound circle, the still fully clothed Batman looked on, somewhat pleased.

Ok, confession time: It was I, me, moi, none other than Jonah C. Sullivan, dressed as the Batman. That was my costume from Saturday night and I managed to rent it for the entire week, rather than just for the single night. I loved the fact that I could switch between the villain, “Master-Hypno” and fellow superhero, The Batman, ultimately determining how my hypnotized victims saw and interacted with me during our superhero role play When I was “Batman” I was just as hypnotized and enslaved as they were, and I enjoyed the back and forth in roles the costume allowed for.

In case you're wondering I could have just as easily programmed them to see me as Wilma Flintstone if I so chose, but by becoming one of them, I got to temporarily experience what they were. It was hot!

Oh, and if you've been wondering what I did with those two private dicks, the ones my goofy mother apparently hired to check me out... I returned them. Ha! Seriously, I sent them back to their partners with a very special mission I'm really hoping they'll be able to carry out...

“Captain America, Flash. It is time for you both to leave. Do you remember your primary missions?”

They stood side by side, now back in their street clothes. Well, most of their street clothes. I took both pairs of their socks, since I had no idea if and when I'd see either of them again. I was hoping they'd fulfill their missions swiftly and efficiently, but there were some risks to what I was doing with them.

-”Yes master.” They both responded. I needed to be sure they remembered.

-”Caleb, tell me what you must do.”

Without flinching, without even blinking, Caleb droned, “I will hypnotize Drew.”

-”And you Kyle, what is your primary mission?”

-”I will hypnotize Jake.” His voice was as monotone as a dial tone, just the way I liked it. Also, since their costumes were owned, I decided to keep them. As far as they would remember, they sent them back when they were done with them. Besides, they'd get them back when they returned here with their two hapless friends and colleagues.

 

CHAPTER FIVE
The Blind and The Obsequious Assemble

-”So let me get this straight. You're telling me that Jonah Sullivan was the one who organized the hypnotist for the Halloween party?” Jake Donahue questioned the Frat's President, Mark Spears, a chalky-skinned light blond with freckled skin.

-”He pitched us on the idea and so we let him run with it.” the tall twenty-year old recalled. “Do you think Jonah had something to do with this?” He asked, wondering where Jake was going with his questioning.

-”I don't think so.” Jake lied. He was sure this Jonah Sullivan had something to do with his partners' disappearances. “If and when you see Jonah have him give me a call.” Jake handed Mark several business cards and was on his way back to the agency. There was nothing more for him to uncover at the Frat House. Having spoken to three brothers independently and having received three identical stories, he was convinced he had the whole story and knew what he and Drew now had to do.

**

Drew got out of his parked car and approached the address he had been given for Don D'Mesmer, the hypnotist who performed at Saturday night's Frat party. 43-B Cochran Avenue, suite 100. He rang the buzzer in the building's entryway and was buzzed up in a matter of seconds.

He ascended the staircase a little slower than he might normally. The thought of meeting with a hypnotist that might in fact be responsible for the disappearance of two his colleagues and friends, well, it unnerved the normally cool-skinned Drew. He pushed aside the thought that kept creeping into his mind – that by showing up here, unannounced, he might very well end up as this hypnotist's next victim.

He had never been hypnotized before and had no idea what to expect from this meeting. He decided, on the last few steps upward, that he would play it cool, not telling the hypnotist that he was a private investigator. He'd use a ploy of some sort and within seconds he had come up with his on-the-spot plan.

-”Mr. D'Mesmer?” He asked as the young hypnotist greeted him at the doorway.

-”Yes? Can I help you?” He asked.

-”Um, yeah. I'm a student at the University and I saw your show Saturday night at Sigma-Kappa House. I was wondering if I could talk to you about hiring you for our Thanksgiving party. I'm with Gamma Epsilon.”

-”Why don't you come in and have a seat Mr.?”

-”Uh, Drew, Drew Bailey.” Drew used a phony last name just in case D'Mesmer had seen his face in the paper days earlier.

Drew took a seat opposite where Don D'Mesmer had sat down.

-”So Mr. Bailey, why don't you tell me what you had in mind...”

**

Jake couldn't believe his eyes. He returned to the office, intent on comparing field notes with Drew and instead he came face to face with his older brother Caleb. Seconds later, he noticed that Kyle was at his desk, on the computer.

-”What the hell? When did you guys get in?” He asked relieved and partially suspicious.

Caleb looked at his younger brother oddly. “What are you my keeper? We slept in, came in about a half an hour ago. What's the big deal?” Caleb asked Jake, whose head by now was spinning with questions.

-”We thought you were.... I mean, we didn't hear from you... are you guys alright?” Jake was beside himself. He was even tempted to hug Caleb, thankful that he was here and alright.

-”Bro' what did you have for breakfast, crazy pills?” Caleb kept walking towards his office.

-”Hold it Cale... what about Jonah Sullivan? And the hypnotist? And what were you thinking letting yourself get hypnotized when you were on duty? I mean that's worse than getting drunk on the job you sick fuck!” Jake was only partially joking.

Caleb did not like being referred to as a sick fuck by his younger brother. Nor did he appreciate having to start his work-day answering to him.

-”Jake, talk to Kyle about it. I've got some phone calls to make. As for us volunteering to be hypnotized that night... sadly, we didn't volunteer. We just went along with the guy's spiel and the next thing we knew we were coming to on stage. We didn't plan to be hypnotized, it just happened.”

Caleb entered his office and shut the door, practically in his brother's face. Jake then did an about-face and walked straight into Kyle's office, shutting the door behind him as he did.

-”Kyle, we need to talk.” He began, more than a little curious to get Kyle's take on the Halloween Frat party, the one he now wished he had been in attendance of, if for nothing more than to look out for his older brother and colleague, both of whom now appeared fine and no worse for wear.

**

Drew's hazel eyes were fixed on the rectangular crystal now twirling before him, his awareness limited to the ninety or so degrees of the swaying mineral and the voice that was guiding him down deeper and deeper into the depths of his subconscious mind..

-”That's right Drew, just continue to follow it with your eyes, getting more and more sleepy with each full swing. Notice how it glistens and gleams... locking your eyes... so peaceful, and restful, so utterly in a state of blissful relaxation.”

The young blond's muscle tension had all but dissipated as he sat slouched over in his chair continuing to gawk at the prism of light reflecting off the crystal as it swayed gently from side to side, relaxing him more and more with each pass. His eyes were now half-closed but his gaze remained ever-committed to the crystal.

-”So deeply relaxed Drew... you just want to sleep... to sleep... to sleeeeep...” The hypnotist gently stroked Drew's left cheek as he said the word sleep, his fingers going in an up to down motion, almost willing the 23-year old's eyes to close down in the same gentle motion. He was almost there.

Drew had been totally caught off guard by all of this. First, he told D'Mesmo a lie that he was at the party on Saturday night and then D'Mesmo says he knew, and shows Drew a photo of him, dressed in a Wolverine costume, standing alongside Kyle and Caleb. According to D'Mesmo, Drew did go under, but he remained asleep for most of the evening's fun. Drew could have sworn he spent the evening with his girlfriend Jill, and had absolutely no reason to believe the young hypnotist until he showed him the photo.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing, nor should he have because D'Mesmo had indeed had the picture photoshopped. Still, as he looked at the photo of himself standing there with the Flash and Captain America, something inside told him, this may in fact have happened.

That's all D'Mesmo needed, was to create sufficient pre-induction confusion. The tactic worked on Drew magnificently because less than ten seconds after seeing the photo he had almost mindlessly agreed to let D'Mesmo hypnotize him, to force his memories to the surface. It was all downhill from there.

Drew's sleepy eyes were seconds away from slipping shut when his cel phone rang and jarred him very suddenly awake.

-”What the...?” He instinctively pushed the crystal amulet away from his face, got to his feet and scrambled for his cel phone, in his jean pocket. He didn't even bother to see who was calling.

-”Uh, yeah?” Drew spoke into the phone, by far, not his usual type of greeting. It was Jake.

-”Yo Drew, get your butt back to the office man. Caleb and Kyle are back and everything is cool. Looks like you and me may have jumped to conclusions man!” Jake sounded happy and chill.

Drew was still shaking off the cobwebs and trying to process what had just happened. His reaction to the news that his two colleagues were safe and sound was thus delayed and way understated given his previous level of concern. “Oh, ok.” And he hung up the phone, turning to D'Mesmo who was still holding the amulet pretty much where he had before.

-”What just happened? Were you trying to hypnotize me?” Drew asked accusingly, though it was starting to come back to him. The fact that D'Mesmo had shown him that picture... was he at that party? But Caleb and Kyle were back and safe and sound, so... what the hell was going on?

D'Mesmo didn't answer the confused young man. Instead he took a perverse pleasure in watching him, still slightly in a fog, trying to piece it all together.

-”Why don't you sit back down Drew and we'll talk about it?”

Almost against his will, Drew found his legs moving back in the direction of the chair he had jumped out of, in a panic, moments earlier. He was still somewhat dazed.

-”Now, I was hypnotizing you to help you remember...” He held up the amulet before Drew's eyes. This time Drew sprung to his feet twice as fast as before, in total protest.

-”No way man! No! I ain't letting you hypnotize me. Look, thanks for your time Mesmer whatever, but I, er.. I gotta jet!”

Drew escaped out of the office so fast he might have been the one in the Flash costume. Kyle and Caleb may be fine he thought to himself, but he wasn't. He needed to know from them, if they remembered him being at that party with them. He rushed back to the office, even blowing a couple of red lights in the process he was so nervous!

**

-”Very good Jake. You did well.” Kyle was massaging his partner's temples as Jake continued staring off into the black and white spiral on the screen.

Jake had just gotten off the phone with Drew and had dutifully given him the all's clear.

-”You just keep looking at that screen Jakie... find the center of the hypno-spiral, let it take you down deeper and deeper with each passing second.” Kyle was amazed how relatively easy it was to take down this normally high-strung, high-energy young man. An offer to massage his temples (after Jake complained of the headache he had) combined with the spiral program and all its subliminals, designed not only to entrap the victim but to reinforce hypnotic scripts for the newly minted hypnotists. Kyle knew virtually nothing about hypnotism but through subliminal programming he was able to repeat certain key phrases, at certain times, using a certain inflection and rhythm in his voice. These had all been programmed into Kyle and Caleb through their subliminal brainwashing.

And so, with each passing second, Jake Donahue went deeper and deeper into an abyss, repeatedly registering key words like “Obey”, “Slave”, and “Hypnotize”, every now and then simply saying one of them out loud, as if processing its power and implication.

Caleb slowly opened the door to Kyle's and Drew's office, peeking in until getting the all clear from his partner Kyle.

-”Wow. How the mighty have fallen, huh Kyle?” Caleb joked, not knowing why he found it so amazing that Kyle was able to get his kid brother into a trance. A few days ago he might even have been a bit protective of the kid, wanting to make sure no one took advantage of him, today was another day.

-”Shhh! Listen to me Jake, for now, you hear only my voice, obey only my voice!” Kyle instructed devilishly. He was also enjoying seeing Jake in such a receptively submissive state. And the blank face screen-glued zombie, slurred back a less than audible response that sounded like, “o- b your v..sh”

-”This is incredible. So he can't hear me now?” Caleb asked like a pupil learning something new. He was excited to try out his newfound skill on their colleague, Drew, intent on doing just that when Drew checked in.

-”Nope. He'll only respond to my voice at this point.” Kyle folded his arms, in some form of expression of pride, as if to say to Caleb, 'he's all mine!'

-”Hey Jakie, you're big fuckin' whining baby!” Caleb practically yelled in his brother's direction. Jake gave no indication of having heard any of it. He was far too engrossed and wrapped up in the words and phrases flashing on the screen in and out of the spiral's foreground. “Hypnosis is cool”, “I love being hypnotized”, “I love to obey.”

-”This is so neat. Did you have him call Drew yet?” Caleb asked.

-”Yup. He should be in anytime. I suggest you use your office...?” He nodded in the direction of Jake whose face it seemed, was growing more and more empty by the second. Jake was responding to a series of words, this time, “Blank face” Blank Mind” and “Rigid Body” that were flashing on and off like a strobe switch.

-”Cool, hey, check out zombie-dude over there!” He pointed at his brother in jest. “I can't wait to do the same to Drew!”

As if on cue, the outer door to their office opened and the still somewhat confused Drew Witwicki stumbled in, no worse or wear, but still, anxious to conference with his partners.

He stormed into his and Kyle's office to find all three of his partners assembled there.

-”Guys, am I glad to see you!” He huffed.

Caleb hushed Drew out of the office before he could realize just how wrapped up Jake was with his computer screen. Kyle gave him a wink on the way out and the two made their way to his office.

-”What's goin' on Caleb? Are you guys alright? I mean when Jakie and I found out about that hypnotist...” Caleb cut him off.

-”Oh yeah, that was nothing, just some harmless fun. We get to the party and found that Jonah kid five minutes later making out with this gorgeous Supergirl blond chick with tits out to here and it was like... our mission was over before it even started. So we decided to stay and have some fun.”

Drew was relieved but still a bit concerned.

-”So I wasn't there with you?” He asked oddly and out of nowhere.

Caleb gave him an awkward look. “What are you talking about dude? It was just me and Kyle... I thought you were with Jill?”

-”The hypnotist the frat hired, I met with him this morning and he... he showed me a picture of me as Wolverine with you guys at the party and the next thing I know he's like trying to hypnotize me or something... It was all very weird.”

-”Sounds it bro'. Maybe he just got you mixed up with someone else at the party. There were a couple of Wolverines there...”

-”Maybe.”

-”Hey check this out Drew. I found it on Youtube. Ever since I was hypnotized Saturday night, I've been wanting to learn as much as I can about hypnosis.” Caleb turned his laptop computer screen towards his friend Drew; the spiral program having already begun. Drew was a bit less than enthusiastic, not wanting to look at it for too long for fear of actually going under.

-”Yeah that's cool Caleb, I think there's more to this mystery.. I mean, why would... why would...” Drew had to turn the laptop back towards Caleb, the spiral was distracting him something terrible and making him lose his train of thought. “Why would that hypnotist want to hypnotize me? And what about the four missing Frat brothers? Whatever happened to them?”

-”Four missing frat brothers?” Caleb asked, turning the laptop back toward Drew.

-”Yeah, they're still missing unless Jake found out otherwise. They were the four other guys that were on stage with you, getting hypnotized... hyp-no-tize... hypno-tize” Drew was simply repeating the one word that seemed to be pulsing in and out of existence at the center core of the black and white whole that was pulling his attention toward it, sucking him in.

-”Just focus on the center Drew... focus on the center...” Caleb changed his voice to a more monotonous, soothing one. Drew was already caught, he just needed to be directed where to put his focus and mental energy.

-”hyp-no-tize” he repeated back thickly, wondering in the back of his ever clouded mind why Caleb, his friend and partner was trying to hypnotize him.

-”Relax your eyes Drew... just let go... let go and relaaax... and get ready to be... hypnotized.” Caleb instructed as he dimmed the lights in his office and turned the screen so that it was now in perfect alignment with Drew's locked gaze.

-”That's right Drew... so relaxed... your eyes... focus your eyes on the center of the screen and just let go and relax...”

Drew's head was spinning, but it felt so good to focus all of his energy on relaxing, on getting hypnotized... and at least he trusted Caleb more than that D'Mesmo creep.

**

CHAPTER SIX
The Not So Hostile Takeover

PRESS RELEASE

*For immediate release*

(Nov. 4, 200_) It is with great honor and excitement that the young men of Miami Dade's Private Investigative firm, Youth Sleuth Inc., wish to announce that we have acquired a new partner-member. He is a first-year University student, originally from a small town in Kansas. He has proven to be potentially helpful to us by way of being a campus-liaison Effective immediately, we would like to publicly welcome Jonah Chadwick Sullivan to the company which we are also renaming, in recognition of our fifth member joining us, The Youth Sleuth-5 Inc.

*
It's all worked out better than I could have ever planned. Imagine me, Jonah C. Sullivan, leader of the newly-formed Youth Sleuth 5? Well, they don't know I'm leader yet. But with my continued programming, they'll know everything I want them to know and when. I can't tell you how thrilled I was to find out that Kyle and Caleb had performed their required missions in superhero like time and with superhero like precision. I decided that I'd have all four of them over, so that we could have a conference, as future partners and colleagues.

They came here already hypnotized. All of them. But at least they showed up as a single unit and not in intervals this time.

Aquaman, Robin and Superman had been dismissed. Only Randy Solomon, aka Spiderman remained, though nothing remained of his Spiderman costume or his previously masochistic persona. He was standing in his birthday day suit, at the door, having been turned into a coat rack, in case any of the guys were wearing a jacket or a blazer. Turns out, Drew and Jake were.. I had them each hang their jackets on my coat rack... told them it was just an ordinary coat rack, then welcomed them in further to my home. I invited them all to sit down on the couch and was even gentleman enough to offer them all a beverage of choice. Neither took me up on it though. They just sat there. All four of them. Waiting to obey... needing to obey.

To satisfy that need I had them all take off their shirts and pants while I went to get myself some water. It was suddenly 300 degrees in my apartment and I was dying of thirst.

We wound up playing round after round of strip poker till way past midnight, laughing, drinking, bonding, all the while, the four guys remained deeply in my power, doing whatever I instructed them to do whenever I wanted it. For instance, when I lost a particularly costly hand with a Flush that was just a single card higher than my highest club, I had Kyle, (the winner of the hand), go down on his cute buddy Drew. When Caleb was down to his underwear and had just avoided losing them (by the skin of his pants, or, an Ace as I recall) to one his brother's remaining socks, he was acting so cocky, I just had to make him pull his underwear down and expose himself to the others. And of course, he did, without even thinking about it, which is what made it all the hotter.

All four proved to be beyond remarkable subjects and more importantly, I was being welcomed into their friendship circle by forcible intrusion, though none of them had the slightest clue. It was all so hot, so kinky so corrupt... Hey, I was the Super-Villain, remember?

By mid-morning, they were all going to work in the same clothes they had shown up to my place with, unshowered and somewhat disheveled, but intent on making me their newest partner. The day after that, the press release was put out and the firms old logo et AL were out, the new one, Youth Sleuth Five, was in. And I was number 5. But not for long. It was now only Friday... less than a week after my frat's most memorable Halloween Superhero party.

I had convinced Randy Solomon to move in with me and share my bedroom. To his hypno-enslaved mind it was a gracious invitation compared to being asked to stand frozen as a coat rack for hours at a time, though I decided, for parties, Randy would be very useful to have around in that particular capacity. I hated when people put their jackets on my bed.

So Randy was moving in tomorrow officially, but he was still here with me, Friday night as I prepared for my partners' arrival. From what I gathered, Caleb and his brother Jake, or Jacob would probably be arriving first since they had gone home to shower and change. Drew and Kyle had locked up the office about fifteen minutes after the brothers left and were going to stop off at the bakery and pick up some kind of desert on their way over here.

It was all so civilized, wasn't it? Well, I'm nothing if not an gracious master... ha ha ha!

When the doorbell rang at 6:33 PM, I just sat there for a second, preparing to test out my new in-house butler slash door-response system.

-”Randy, the DOOR.” I said evenly, even nicely. There was no reason to be impolite to such an obedient piece of machinery as Randy.

“Yes Master Jonah.” He responded back, very calmly, very relaxed, and he proceeded to walk to the door in nothing more than a white apron tied around his waist. His entire backside was exposed for my personal viewing pleasure. The guy had a killer bubble butt and I just loved watching his ball sack from behind and between his legs shimmy back and forth through his apron as he walked somewhat zombie like to the door.

The guys would not notice or care that Randy was there in the buff, I had seen to that. It was actually Drew and Kyle, not the Donahue brothers, as I had expected. Either way, Caleb and Jacob would be here imminently, but until then, I motioned Randy to close the door as Drew and Kyle came into the living room, Drew holding out a pastry box in my direction.

-”We picked up some biscotti and some Chocolate Strudel.” Drew reported to me, as if waiting on my personal praise. I could tell Kyle might have been as well. Might have had something to do with the whole master-slave game we had been playing in their subconscious minds... part of that slave persona was trickling through to the conscious surface and actually making the guys more subservient to me, even when they weren't under hypnosis. I decided right then and there, I wanted them both under.

-”Captain America Hypno! Spiderman Hypno!” Kyle's and Drew's heads dropped in unison onto their shirt-clad chests. So did Randy Solomon's since Spiderman Hypno was also his trance cue. The reason? A shortage of costumes I'm afraid. For tonight's meeting Drew would be wearing Randy's Spiderman costume and Jake would be wearing my Batman costume which was due back tomorrow. Last chance to use it, right?

That left me with no costume, but really, I didn't need one. I could transform myself into Godzilla and they'd believe it and see it, as I directed and described. In a way, that's what I was doing with them, directing them, my actors, to do exactly as I said and they were doing it, without question or thought, as if the script was written that way!

-”Kyle, your Captain America costume is on my bed. Change into it immediately!” I ordered, feeling the power.

-”Yes master.” Kyle stood up and walked stiffly toward my bedroom. If I didn't feel the power before, hearing someone as model-esque as Kyle, refer to me as 'master' was enough to give anyone slight delusions of grandeur; I was no different I'm afraid. Shoot me, I'm human!

I circled behind Drew, who was obviously still sitting on the couch with his head on his chest. I was standing behind him now, rubbing his bare shoulders intimately, softly, blowing on his blond almost-shoulder length hair and neck as I did, watching a patch of goose pimples form in reaction. It was also so... sensual, so innocent and yet so inescapably romantic.

I don't know how long I was lost in these G-rated activities with Drew, but before long, Captain America emerged from my bedroom, looking as hunky as he did that first night he showed up at the Frat House dressed as such.. He was the only one there dressed as Captain America and it was a darn good costume, expensive too I guessed.

-”Ok Drew, I want you to stand up and walk over to my bedroom. You will find a Spiderman costume there on my bed, waiting for you. You will change into it now...” As I said the word 'now', Drew's head lifted, and he rose almost in slow motion, off my couch and shuffled off to where Kyle was standing as America's Captain of Justice.

The doorbell rang. Drew continued walking mindlessly into my room, completely unconcerned with anything that didn't involve him changing into his Spiderman costume. Randy, for his part, still stood there, asleep on his feet, head resting peaceably on his chest. It was Kyle as Captain America that reacted to the doorbell.

-”Ah, someone is here to see you master!” He reported the obvious.

-”Thanks Cap. Yo, Randy, fully alert, still under my power, focused on my voice. Answer the door Randy!”

-”I hear and I obey master!” Randy, like Drew moments ago and Kyle earlier, reanimated on command, answering the door and letting the brothers' Donahue into my very mini-foyer. The brothers had really 'spiffied-up' for what I had dubbed a dinner business pow-wow; in fact, it almost looked as though they were going out on dates! If I didn't know any better? Then it dawned on me. They were dressed for a business dinner! Still, they looked cute, like two brothers waiting on two sisters they had come to pick up as their dates.

Randy closed the door behind them, not too much liking the draft it was causing on his naked body.. Caleb and Jake didn't even see him, much less realize that there was someone naked in the room. They did however notice Kyle in his Captain America costume.

-”Kyle, you fool, why are you in your Captain America costume man?” Caleb asked light-heartedly, figuring some kind of joke was automatically forthcoming.

-”Flash hypno! Batman hypno!” I wasted no time in putting the brothers Donahue under. The brothers Donahue were instantly asleep on their feet, chins resting comfortably inches from their nipples. I decided I wanted them in their Lycra and spandex leotards immediately – there was no time to waste. I, nay, the world needed its Superheroes and I, Jonah C. Sullivan was going to give them just that.

We were going to have our meeting, our first official meeting as “The Youth Sleuth-5 Inc.”, at the Hall of Justice (or as most could call it, my dining room table), and I was going to chair it, commandeer its complete direction, make decisions pertaining to everything – my superhero partners would be reporting to me I ultimately decided on all matters relating to MY newly acquired detective agency. By getting them used to this set-up as hypnotized superheroes I reasoned, I'd have a much easier time of slipping into this role in the real-world, rousing little suspicion, even in their conscious perceptions of my sudden newfound leadership in the group. It should wind up feeling quite natural for them, having me, their youngest and newest member, as their leader.

**

-”All those in favor of Jonah's suggestion that none of us wear underwear or socks to work, say aye!” Caleb, the group's former leader, was now acting as my administrative assistant and group secretary.

Drew, Kyle and Jake all heartily inserted their “aye's” at the appropriate time, and Caleb, aka, The FLASH, announced, 'the aye's have it, motion past..' Caleb turned to me and gave me a wink. He knew I had the firm's best interests at heart. Actually, they were my own best interests to be sure. I just figured it would be easier to get to the guy's packaging during the day if none of them wore underwear As far as the sock thing went, they all had sexy, manly feet but having them come to work sockless was easy enough to check on a daily basis. So it was a way for me to make sure they were still responding to my post-hypnotic commands. If one of them showed up to work wearing socks, I'd know that I would have to work with that individual further.

We got through some real business too – like a new case Drew had been trying to bring to light with the others. Apparently, in going to talk to D'Mesmo, that hypnotist I hired, he was tricked into getting hypnotized, and it almost worked?! It was almost too good to be true I thought to myself. What if that D'Mesmo guy has a thing for guys under hypnosis, like me? Best way to find out? Send Drew back to him, asking to be hypnotized.

My four hypnotized, superhero clad colleagues and I discussed it, voted on it and decided that Drew and Jake would go back to see him on Monday, equipped with a hidden spy camera and wire.

There were a few other things too that Jake brought up – billing stuff mostly and I was more than content to let Batman, aka Jake handle all that dry stuff.

Right now, it was time to get wet and wild! Not surprisingly, we didn't have to put that one to a vote.

Meeting adjourned!

Drew seconded the motion and I motioned him and Kyle to either side of me. They both rose and approached, Captain America to my left, Spiderman to my right.

-”Undress me slaves, but do it slowly and worship my body as you do!”

Of course, I couldn't leave out my DC contingent:

“Batman, you and Flash will watch, just sit back, relax and watch my body go from clothed to naked. As it does you will find yourselves getting very hot and turned on. You love to see your Hypno-Master naked.”

As for Randy, well, he remained content to just stand there in the foyer, in his cute little apron, awaiting my words, whatever they might be, with bated, albeit hypnotized breath.

To be continued?
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