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The weasel snickered to himself, letting the tape recorder play its clip of a woman shrieking for help on repeat. Surely in a town as full of heroes as this, one of them would be nearby on some sort of night patrol. They would see Woody's lithe, cloaked form on the bench and ask him what's wrong and then...

Ah, who's footpaws were those, thundering recklessly down the brick path now? A large, muscular figure in blue and grey spandex, abs framed by the tight suit they were wearing. Two round ears poked out from a mask in the same color, indicating it was the resident strong-man grizzly...

As he approached the bench his sprint slowed, looking around for potential adversaries. "Miss, do not fear! The Boulder will keep you safe from harm!" The weasel got a better look as his towering form as he stood in front of him. Woody was no saint, and it was hard to tear his eyes away from the bulging fabric between the ursine's legs. Shaking his head of perverse thoughts for now, he put on his best 'womanly' falsetto.

"Oh, Mr. Boulder, thank goodness you came! I lost my little kitty, Mittens!"

"Well Miss, where could he have gone? Do you think he got up a tree?" He still carried a heroic tone, having fallen for his questionable female voice.

"Well, I don't know really...But I've got a really good picture of him you should look at!" He readied the device in his palm, currently showing a blank, black screen. He turned it over, motioning toward the hero.

"Um, Miss, I think the screen is off."

"Oh, oh no it isn't. Just lean in a little closer!"

The towering grizzly leaned down, his face inches from the phone-sized screen. 'He's definitely close enough now!'

With the press of a button the screen lit up with a multitude of moving colors and lights that quickly turned into a familiar swirling pattern of red and white. The Boulder would have no idea what hit him, his eyes drooping, clearly in a daze in a matter of seconds.

The weasel's eyes lit up. 'Did it actually work?' He got up and walked with the screen, moving behind the grizzly. Indeed, his eyes were glued to the patterns!

"Oh my G-" Woody coughed, dropping his falsetto. "Oh my God, I can't believe it! I've got one! I've really got one!"

He huffed, trying to keep his composure. The spandex clad bear was still hunched over, the screen reflected in his eyes. 'OK, how did that script go again?' He peered closely at the bears face - what he could see of it behind the grey mask, at least.

"L-listen to the sound of my voice." The little ears twitched in his direction.

"You will do as my voice commands...Do you understand?" The bear slowly nodded his head.

Woody chittered with delight. 'I've actually nabbed myself this big lug of a superhero!!'

"I-I am your master now, and that's how you will refer to me. A-and you won't do anything, at all, unless I tell you to. Got it?"

"Yes, master." He was staring idly at his captor , a tired look still plastered on his face. The bear didn't even get to use his superpower!

With a little instruction, the little weasel managed to get himself and the bear into his old, cramped sedan and back to his house. It was an unassuming one in a rather unassuming neighborhood, but even in the dead of night he was worried about someone seeing him walking into his house with a large, strangely dressed bear. He ushered him in through the side door quickly, walking across the house to get to the basement steps.

The basement of his house seemed pretty bare - rows of shelves and a few toolboxes took up a good portion of the floor, but a lot of it was just empty space. He looked behind him to make sure the bear was still standing there. His eyes were now curiously pitch black, likely a side effect from having stared at the hypnosis device for so long. Yet he could see his way down a set of secret steps that revealed themself as Woody pulled aside a wall of tools, leading to a deeper, secret lair.

Well, it wasn't much of a 'lair' so much as a bunker with a few computer monitor set-ups and a few storage closets with a mattress on a boxspring off to the side, but calling it a lair made him feel just a bit more evil. Playing the part, and all that.

He turned around to face the bear in the fluorescent light of the second basement.

The hypnosis device didn't zonk a fur out forever - something like twelve hours if his own, awkward self-inflicted experiments held any truth. But it shouldn't be any trouble to hook the bear up to some screen - it's not like he was going to be fighting it much anyways. He wouldn't even need to use it all that long if he could train the grizzly properly...

He rolled his computer chair over and sat in it, his hand resting on his chin. The Boulder was built like his namesake, the spandex of his suit showcasing muscles from his neck to his thighs. Outside of that, the fur on his arms and legs only partially hid rippling muscles underneath. The Boulder was absolutely massive, and if he hadn't gotten the jump on the hero, he'd probably be beaten to a pulp with his superpower. Speaking of...

"Boulder...T-turn yourself to stone."

Letting out a short grunt, Woody watched in fascination as the fur starting at the bears paw seemed to instantaneously shift into a grey and rocky form instead. The effect rippled, the stone traveling from his knuckles, to his elbows and then his shoulders. He imagined the same thing happening underneath the suit, too. The stone skin travelled up to his head, ending with his ears changing from a fuzzy brown to a smooth and polished grey. Curiously, his eyes seemed to be the only thing that didn't shift.

"Amazing..."

Usually the grizzly would only turn his limbs stone during combat, but if he needed to go on the defense, going all-out was a common tactic. Woody would know of course - the bear had been a superhero in town for nearly a decade, which gave the former fanatic ample time to learn all of his strengths and weaknesses.

He placed one paw on the bears arm. To his surprise it was a bit smoother than he expected, but it was as if the fur was never there in the first place - only a hard, polished marble-like stone. It was almost like he was a gargoyle, although he was still able to move in this form.

"N-now...take off your whole suit...except for your mask."

'Might as well just jump into it, right?' All those hypnosis websites seemed to have the hypnotized person doing weird or sexy stuff to further the bond between them and their master, so the weasel figured he'd do the same and indulge in his own kinks with the nabbed hero.

With no hesitation at all, the Boulder lifted the shoulder straps up and let them fall down his arms, revealing some - quite literally - chiseled pecs and abs. With a little more work, the blue and grey spandex fell to his paws, revealing a fat, 'soft' cock, more girthy than lengthy.

"Turn around, let me see your backside."

The bear complied, and now the weasel felt that unwavering obedience toward him. There was nothing to worry about - 'The only person this idiot is going to respond to is me!'

The weasel now had a full view of his polished, stone rump and back muscles. His stubby tail looked more like an ornamental orb. It was like looking at a living, breathing Michelangelo sculpture...

He walked up to the stone grizzly, pressing himself against his back. He let one hand slide down, feeling up the thick rump. It was odd - there was nothing to pinch, and it was strangely cool to the touch. 'This is neat and all, but...'

"Boulder, turn off the stone. It's more... practical than it is sexy."

He took a step back, walking around to the front of the bear. The fur came back the same way the stone set in - from his finger and toe claws, and then upward. Now he could finally see that plump furry package how it was meant to be seen. And that musclebound build was now on full display...

He let one hand feel up those muscles while another groped at his sheath, feeling it's soft fullness. A slight whimper came out of the bears mouth, but the weasel didn't pay it much mind.

"Boulder, you love when I grope at your body. Got it?"

"Yes..."

He squeezed the bears balls tightly, speaking up so he could hear him. "It's 'Yes, master.'"

"Yes, master."

"Mm, good. You love feeling my hands feel you up, and you love admiring form as well. You will do whatever I tell you to, and you will get aroused whenever you please me. Do you understand?" He said all this while gently fondling and stroking at the bears sheath, trying to coax his prick out.

"...Yes, master." A pause. That wasn't any good. Maybe he should put those commands into action.

He stepped back. A hint of pink poked out of the fuzzy sheath, but he wanted more, and he wanted the bear to truly enjoy his subservience.

He sat down in his computer chair, kicking off his shoes and socks to reveal his paws, sweaty and sore from a long day.

"Lay on your back, right in front of me." He tried to put on his best commanding voice - it would take some getting used to, but it was kinda fun. The grizzly's head laid right by his feet.

"Boulder..." He grinned mischievously. "You're going to be my footrest from now on." Something like a line of worry appeared just above the bears pitch black eyes - Woody ignored it. "You love nothing more than to be beneath your masters feet, is that right?"

He let one foot run over the grizzly's washboard abs as the other approached his face.

"Y-yes, maste-", he was cut off by a footpaw coming down on his face, the weasel rubbing the arch of it right over his nose, letting him get familiar with his scent.

He teased the bears maw with his toes, then commanded - "Suck on them."

With little hesitation he felt a rough tongue feel its away across his toes, curling around each one, slurping up the slightly salty taste of each individual digit.

"Oof, that hits the spot...Give 'em both a good cleaning, would ya?" He motioned his other paw toward the bears face, covering his entire snout with his pair of paws. With the mask on he could only see Boulder's darkened eyes squinting as his tongue slathered over Woody's toes. "You love the taste of my feet, bear. You can't get enough of them, they make you so excited. You get rock hard whenever you're my footrest."

As if on cue, he caught a glimpse of the bear's cock poking out of its sheath, his mind already saddled with Woody's commands to worship his feet. The weasel fished his own member out of his pants, a smaller than average sized dick that he was still proud of. Slowly he slid his paws along its length to the sight of the superhero-turned-footrest before him. The bears right paw had slowly slid to his own crotch and he was fumbling with his own package.

"Ah ah ah, no pleasuring yourself, footrest! Not unless I give you the command." He instantly pulled his paws away, letting out a whimper from beneath the weasels paws.

He pulled one paw off of the grizzly's face, sliding it down his stomach and tracing it with a claw until he reached the half-hard member of the grizzly, pressing downward with his foot.

He pulled his other paw back from that eager tongue, letting him breathe for a moment.

Boulder was breathing heavily from the sudden excitement. Only donning the mask, the bear looked pretty cute. 'I wonder what he would look like if I...' He hooked one big toe under the edge of the mask at his neck, pulling it up just a bit. 'Do I really want to...unmask him?' Knowing the bears true identity wasn't really important right now. Besides, it was much better to leave just a trace of his former self on him as a reminder of how far he'd fallen. Once a hero, now reduced to the weasels own personal footrest...

He let the mask stay on for now. "Tell me footrest, how much do you love my paws?"

The words poured out of the grizzly quickly."I...They make me so excited, master. The way they smell, how they feel in my m-mouth...I can't explain it, but they make me so hard-" He shushed the flustered bear with his paw once more.

"Lick." The bear did so on command, using one hand to press the paw closer to his face, getting as much of the scent in his nose as possible.

"Oh, you're doing such a good job, footrest..." Drops of pre were rolling off the tip of his now hard cock. He licked his lips at the sight before him, the bear busy with both of his paws - the one pressing into his snout, and the one pressing into his cock. He tried not to go to rough on the bears prick, letting up and wiggling his toes across it now and then. The grizzly was at full mast now.

He sped up his own stroking, making sure the grizzly was getting a full maw of feet at the same time. The grizzly went between grunting and whimpering, focused on getting as much pleasure as possible out of the weasels paws. All the while, Woody continued to egg him on with further commands and statements.

"Whenever you see me walk through that door, you'll take your place right here and wait for my feet." "You live to worship the ground I walk on." "You love sniffing my socks and shoes, the scent drives a footrest like you wild." "You take pleasure in pleasing your master."

It wasn't long before he felt the bears fat cock dripping precum, and he took that as a cue to slow down his teasing. "Look at you footrest, really enjoying your position!"

The ursine footslave beneath him mumbled, probably in agreement. He gave the bears dick a break, smothering The Boulder in both of his feet, making sure they were all he could breathe in, all he could smell, all he could taste. "Yeah, you love that, don't you?"

The weasel continued to idly play with his rod, trying to savor the situation he had found himself in. 'I'll be honest, I didn't think a hero would fall for this...Guess I lucked out and the dumbest one landed right at my feet!' The bear huffed, hungrily slobbering, working over each and every inch of the weasels toes and feet with his long tongue, leaving his pawpads slick with saliva. He pumped his cock a little quicker, more pre leaking out of the tip.

He leaned forward, making sure the bears nose was trapped underneath his pawpads. 'Oh, what a sight to behold, how the mighty hero has fallen...' The grizzly's own dick was twitching. 'Perfect, he's already aroused by my own paws...'

The weasels face grew hot as he eyed the bears masked face covered by his feet. His eyes were closed, his world nothing but weasel paws. To have that level of control over someone - 'a superhero, no less...' His strokes grew rapid and his breathing grew more intense as he pumped and stroked, faster and faster until -

He pulled his feet away from the bears face as his cum arced through the air. The Boulder was visibly confused at the sudden loss of weasel paws. Ropes of cum fell right onto the bears face, staining his mask and his fur with his master's jizz. Woody let out a loud, satisfied moan.

'Never has jerking it been so satisfying...'

As the ropes of cum falling over the bear turned into dribbles, he fished his phone out of a pocket and turned the camera on. He had gotten one hero under his spell, but he was going to need to attract more. He centered the camera on the bears face, eyes still pitch black, sporting a dazed look on his face. He snapped a shot of the cum covered bears head and leaned back, letting his new slave continue to tend to his feet.

Yes, he had one hero under his control. But he needed more if he was ever going to accomplish his true goals... Thankfully this idiot was also the biggest brute in the town, and between his strength and Woody's brains, nabbing another one would be no problem.