“Wasn’t I supposed to be doing something?” Gold Guardian asked, looking up from the boot he’d been licking clean.

The owner of the boot and the foot inside it, a large chubby rat in tight dark blue spandex, looked down at him, smiling warmly. “And what makes you say that?” Musk Master said.

The kneeling tiger superhero paused a moment, his fuzzy mind trying to find the right words to describe the feeling.

“I don’t know, Sir.” The muscular hero in figure-hugging gold and white spandex eventually said. “It’s just a nagging sensation that I shouldn’t be worshipping your boots, but doing something more important and… when did he get here?”

Gold Guardian had suddenly realized there was someone else there with them. Someone he recognized.

It was Laser Lion, a fellow superhero he had worked with on several occasions. The big stocky feline, in his easily recognizable yellow and red costume, seemed to be in a daze, kneeling at the rat’s side and leaning against him, head on his leg, taking deep breaths.

“Oh, he hasn’t been here too long.” Musk Master explained. “He turned up here to try and rescue you. But I quickly got him to relax.” The rat villain laughed. “It’s cute that you were so wrapped up in obeying me and worshipping my boots, you didn’t even notice him until now.”

“Rescue…” Gold Guardian mumbled. Hearing that word set off a cascade of jumbled and confusing thoughts tumbling through his head.

“It won’t be much longer before he’s completely under my control, just like you.” Musk Master was saying, patting the glassy-eyed lion on the head.

“Under control…” The tiger hero repeated the words, sure that they should mean something to him.

He was under control? Was that why Laser Lion thought he was in need of rescue? But he was here with Musk Master, in his rightful place, serving and obeying the supervillain…

Supervillain. Musk Master was a supervillain. And he was Gold Guardian, one of the world’s greatest superheroes. Surely, he should be opposed to the rat, not serving him? It made sense, but some part of him still wasn’t sure, and wanted to just let go of all free thought and get back to serving his dear Master.

But the nagging thought that he was supposed to be doing something, something important, just wouldn’t let go. Did it have something to do with the whole thing of him being a hero?

“Am I…” Gold Guardian said, uncertainly. “Am I supposed to be stopping you?” He was frowning with concentration, forming that thought in his jumbled mind had taken a lot of effort.

Musk Master glared at him. “Oh dear.” The rat said with a sigh. “I guess someone isn’t quite as subdued as I thought. You’re still fighting my control, or at least, some part of you.”

Fighting him? Fight his Master? That seemed wrong, but some deep part of him was definitely saying it was right, and he needed to resist…

“Well, it’s easy to fix.” Musk Master said. He took the tiger’s chin in one paw and raised his head up so that they were looking each other in the eye. “Just trust me for a moment and take a few deep breaths.”

The tiger hero supposed he could do that. What would be the harm?

He breathed in deep, noticing a strange sweet smell in the air, something oddly familiar. He took another breath. And then another. Each time, he felt more relaxed, all his worries and concerns seeming to melt away. Quickly followed by all his other thoughts, his mind becoming emptier and emptier with each inhalation of that delightful odour.

“There, that’s better.” Said Musk Master, when he noticed the vacant, glassy-eyed expression spread across Gold Guardian’s face. “Enjoy the smell. You may or may not remember it from when you first got here, intent on bringing me in. A few breaths of it was enough to relax you. A few breaths more and you were under my control.”

The rat villain let out a laugh. “What a foolish superhero you were, Gold Guardian. And you, Laser Lion. Rushing in here with no idea what I might be capable of. No idea that my body produces a hypnotic, mind controlling scent that gradually brainwashes all those who breathe it in.”

He patted the tiger on the head, and then stroked Laser Lion’s mane. “So, just keep breathing deep, my pet superheroes. Let my wonderful musk thoroughly wash those tiny pathetic brains of yours, melt away all your free will, and make you permanently my super-slaves.”

Both heroes mumbled a slurred ‘Yes…”

“Excellent!” Musk Master chuckled. “And while that’s happening, the two of you can get to worshipping my boots. They still need cleaning. Get to work, being sure to carry on with the deep breaths.”

“Yes, Master…” The two enthralled superheroes said in unison, both moving to obey, taking a boot each to lick.

The rat supervillain watched them, grinning happily. This had been a good day. Two superheroes in his power to do with as he pleased.

And the days ahead would be even better. These two would be able to introduce him to so many other heroes. And they would all be breathing in his scent before they started realizing anything was wrong.

The crotch of his outfit started to tent as his cock grew hard at the thought of all the annoying do-gooders that would soon be bowing down and serving him.

But that was the future. Today, he had to decide which of his new slaves was going to take care of his erection by sucking him off, and which would be roughly fucking the other as he was sucked off.

Whatever he decided, Musk Master was certain that a good day was about to get even better…