The second he walked into the gym, I knew I wasn't going to like it. Typically, Tim was a focused dude, head down in a tablet, mind going a million miles an hour, smartest guy I know, but I have literally seen him run into a wall he was so preoccupied with other shit.
So when he walks in, nothing in his hands, smiling at me, I know this will be some bullshit.
"Hey Conner," he said pleasantly, "Do you…"
"No," I said, going back to lifting.
His smile vanished.
"Whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no," I said, pushing the weights over my head, my arms shaking from the exertion.
He stood there, watched as I did two more reps, and then let the bar fall back onto the rack. I sat up, wiping the sweat from my face.
"How is that heavy to you?" he asked, looking at the weights.
I held up my wrist, showing a small bracelet with a red stone, "Kal gave it to me."
He looked at it, "Red sun generator?"
I nodded, "When I'm exerting myself, my TTK kicks on subconsciously, so unless I want to try lifting battleships, I can't build muscle. I brought it up to Kal, who said he uses one to work out normally, burn calories, and build muscles like a normal person." I patted my abs, "Gotta keep my girlish figure."
His eyes fell to my torso and then quickly back to my face, "Well, it's working," he cleared his throat, "So I have a mission for you."
I began to unload the plates off the bench, "What kind of mission?"
"Bodyguard, high profile."
"How high?"
"Public figure with millions of eyes on them, most of them girls."
I sat on the bench and toweled myself off, "Go on."
"There is a new metahuman targeting them, they came to me and asked for help, and I looked it over. I think we should help."
"They came to us? Why?"
"Because we still have a reputation as the Teen Titans, and they wanted a younger take on the matter."
"Who is it?"
"You'd be traveling with them backstage, all access."
"Who is it?"
"You're going to be surrounded by screaming girls who will all see you."
"Tim, who is it?"
"Justin Mendez."
"No," I said, standing up.
"Conner," he said as I walked past him.
"Not a chance."
"Conner!" he snapped, and I stopped, turning to look at him, "I'm serious."
"So am I!" I said, "You want me to guard some teeny bopper asshole?"
"I want you to protect an innocent human being hunted by a metahuman."
This was some bullshit.
"Get Logan to do it!"
"Logan isn't bulletproof. Conner, I'm serious; this needs to get done."
Sighing, I shifted from one leg to another, "Why don't you do it?"
"Sure, I'll do it. While I am doing that, I need you to search all metahuman archives for any mention of this guy; I need you to cross-reference one grainy image taken from a security cam and find out who in the world it is and why they are hunting him. Cool?"
I hated when he was right.
"Fine," I sighed, "I'll do it, but I still think this is a waste of time."
He gave me the address of the hotel where this kid was staying and told me they were expecting me.
He had the top floor at the Ritz Carlton over on Stockon, I tried to take a date there once, and they booked out at almost 600 bucks a night…so I can't imagine what a whole fucking floor costs. I save the world for a living and can't afford a room, but this fucking kid shakes his ass and sings poorly, I might add, and gets a whole floor. Yeah, there is nothing wrong with the world.
Since I have no idea where in the hotel he is, I touch down in front and walk in through the main doors. I can hear the tourists whispering and more than a few camera clicks as I walk by; a crowd of girls is held back by security, who see me land and then scream my name.
I turn to them and smile, and one of them calls out, "Can you get Justin for us?"
I bite back a growl and walk into the hotel.
The front desk guy checks my Titans ID in case I am just a random male stripper dressed as Superboy and then calls up to pop star's floor to let them know I am here. I wait as people who have way more money than I do gawk at me as they walk past the lobby.
Finally, the elevator doors open, and this massive beast of a guy walks out in a black tour jacket. He looks as if Mammoth had a little brother, and by little, I mean 6'5" and just as wide. He walks over and looks me up and down, "You're supposed to protect him?"
Well, that's a friendly hello.
"You part of his security?" I ask, and he nods. "Cool," I reach over and grab the front of his jacket and lift him all the way off the ground, "And I'm Superboy; you might have heard of me, clone of Superman, half Kryptonian?" The guy nods vigorously as he looks down at the ground. "I fight literal gods and monsters, not 12-year girls who like bad music. So, unless you can tell me how you planned on dealing with an insane metahuman, I'll go; until then…" I dropped him, and he fell on his ass, "Why don't you take me up?"
He got up fast and looked like he wanted to punch me.
"I wouldn't do that," I warned him, "You'll break your hand before I ever feel it."
He swallowed his anger and smoothed the front of his jacket, "This way."
Smart boy.
We got in the elevator, and he swiped a keycard, and we started to move up. The silence was hilarious to me as we went up, this guy was salty as hell, but he also knew I could bench press a dump truck, so had to bite his tongue and deal with it.
Sometimes being me was fun.
We walked into the top floor, a series of connected suites, all bigger than Ma and Pa's whole house back in Smallville.
"He's back in the gym," he said, pointing to another set of closed doors.
"Thanks," I said, walking through the huge room, trying not to be disgusted by how much money was wasted on this brat.
I opened the doors and cursed under my breath as I saw the setup. This gym was as good, if not better, than the one back at the Tower. The only difference was the meta machines Victor had set up for those of us with super strength.
This whole gym, and there was only one person in it, what a fucking waste.
I walked past rows and rows of machines and approached him on the bench press. I'd seen him before, everyone had, but up close, he looked different. In his videos, he looked like a cocky punk who was enjoying his fame a little too much with a face that looked like it would be fun to punch. I'll admit I watched a couple of his videos, his music was OK, but his attitude was shit.
But in person…
The first thing was he was a lot bigger in person; on a TV screen, he looked like a little shit, but looking down at him putting up three plates, it was clear he was in a lot better shape than he let on. The second thing was that his pictures didn't do him any justice, he saw me and smiled, and I was taken by how ridiculously good-looking he was.
"Hey, you're Superboy!" he said, sitting up.
Oh yeah, the third thing was either he had a pet fucking python in his gym shorts, or this kid was part horse.
"Hi," I said, extending my hand, "I hear you had a problem."
He shook it and pulled me into a bro hug, one shoulder bump, and I was surrounded by his smell. I was used to sweat, but this kid reeked…but in a good way? I realized I was smelling him and pulled back, shaking my head to clear my thoughts.
"Yeah, man," he said, grabbing a towel and wiping himself down, "It's nuts; some crazy teleporter tried to kill me during practice."
Tim had shown me the footage; some guy with a black hood and cloak teleported out of the shadows and took a wide swing with a blade. It was dumb luck that Justin here wasn't killed; when security ran on stage, the guy teleported away with no trace.
"Well, I was sent to make sure he doesn't succeed."
He smiled, and wow, his teeth were perfect…
"Sweet man, I'd challenge you to work out, but it wouldn't be fair with all your superpowers…"
"I work out!" I said quickly and cleared my throat, calm the fuck down, Conner.
"Yeah, but I mean, you can lift this whole gym; where's the fun in that?"
Before I could stop myself, I raised my wrist, "I use this to turn off my powers," showing him the red sun bracelet, "So I can get an actual workout in."
As soon as I said it, I was shocked. Why the fuck did I tell him that?
"Oh well then, you wanna see if you can keep up?" he asked with a grin that I would have found cocky a few minutes ago but seeing it up close…it was…cute?
I slipped my jacket off, "Oh, you're on pop star."
"You wanna start on bench press, or you need to work up to it?"
"I can do anything you can, bud," I said confidently.
"OK then," Justin said, gesturing to the bench press, "You want to take some plates off?"
Oh, fuck this kid; I can put up anything he could.
"It's a good warm-up weight," I said, lying on the bench.
He laughed and stood over the head of the bench, "OK, old man, let's see what you got."
I wanted to tell him technically, he was older than me, but I kept my mouth shut and reached up for the bar. Took a deep breath and put it up…shit…this is what this kid puts up alone? Isn't he scared of losing it and dropping the bar? I mean shit…I could handle it, but I don't think I would take more than a set of 8 before my arms started to shake.
"Come on, man," he said, moving over me, "Two more…"
I grunt as I went to push it up; when I looked up…
He was freeballing, and I could see right up the leg of his shorts…I saw the head of his cock, and I felt a wave of weakness hit me as I felt my entire body react. The bar tipped to one side, and he reached down and grabbed it, pulling back up slowly. I was trying to help, but I couldn't stop looking at his fucking member…it was like I was fucking entranced.
He returned it to the rack and stepped back, breaking my gaze. As soon as I couldn't see it, I snapped out of it, but I had a bad idea what was happening.
"What was that?" he asked, laughing, "You almost ate it!"
I nodded and sat up, "I worked out this morning; I might be more fatigued than I thought."
Complete lie, but the truth was so much worse.
One of the things no one knew about me was that I had an eidetic memory. It was one of the few things I had inherited from Lex's DNA, so I remembered everything that was said around me. So, I could recall everything ever said while I was in earshot, including when I was in the tube. Lex was talking to one of the scientists asking what known weaknesses they had discovered. Kryptonians had that they could engineer out of me. The doc explained that the physical ones were locked in, red sun radiation, kryptonite, no defense against magic, you know, the standard stuff.
But then he said they had found an odd behavior encoded in Kal's latent DNA that had to be from ancient Krypton. He explained that Kryptonians originally chose leaders based on their aggressiveness and potency as a man. When Lex asked him to explain, the guy explained that Kryptonians used to choose their leader based on their cock size. It created a race of horse dicked men, but more than that, it created an instinctual submissiveness to a larger cock. Of course, they grew out of it, but the code was in there, the same as a human's flight or fight instinct.
Lex asked if there was a way to remove and it, and the doc said not a chance; it was ingrained in what made a Kryptonian what they were. If they messed with it, my entire power set could crumble. So Lex, being the nonlinear thinker he was, told the doc to solve the problem in a novel way and make sure I had the biggest dick. If I ever had to go up against Clark, it would give me an advantage he could never beat. The first time I met Clark, he was standoffish and almost rude…and it took a long time to understand why.
He was intimidated.
Turns out Kryptonians were like uber dudes when it came to checking other dudes. You know what I mean, where you take a glance in the locker room at your bud to check what they are packing? Well, Clark does that constantly with his x-ray vision unconsciously because his subconscious is making sure he has the biggest cock. When he saw mine, he felt the first pang of submission since he had landed on Earth. The closest I had come to feeling the same was with Tim.
I don't know what it was about skinny skater kids, but Tim Drake looked like he had a cock that was the size of a fucking arm. When we first met, I hadn't noticed, but as soon as I did…well, let's say I ended up doing a lot of what he says without questioning it. The fact I was guarding this punk was proof of that.
I had never thought about finding someone else, though. I had more than enough down there to make sure I was on top all the time…but this kid…this fucking kid…
Soft, it was clear he was bigger than me; the only thing that stopped me from obsessing about it was that I could convince myself that I might be bigger when we were hard. Consciously I knew that was bullshit, but I had to keep saying it to myself to stop my mind from spinning out of control.
He laughed as we traded places, "Sure thing Jan, anything you say," he said, reaching up and grabbing the bar. He didn't wait for me to help him. He pushed it off easily and began to throw out a few reps, breathing hard the whole time, his face red with exertion but handling the weight way better than I had. My hands hovered around the bar in case he needed a spot, but by his eighth rep, it was clear he wouldn't need one.
He put the bar back and then sat up, wiping the sweat off his forehead, "Now that's how you do it!"
I had to admit it was impressive, but I wasn't going to be shown up by some punk, "Move," I said, lying down and reaching up. He moved to spot me, and I said, "I got it!" quickly, and he paused and stepped back. I pushed the bar up and began my first rep, feeling much better without seeing his cock over my head.
Four reps and I was slowing; six and I could feel the strain. How was this kid putting this kind of weight up so easily? At seven, I groaned, eight, and the bar stalled…my arms shook as I struggled to get it into the bar…
"Shit…" I grunted, feeling the bar start to move down.
"I gotcha!" he said, moving over me and grabbing the bar. I tried to look away, forcefully tried to close my eyes…but it was no use…I stared up, and there it was…that cock dangling over me…
"Come on, man," he said, straining, "Push!"
I did as he said and pushed the bar up. He squatted down to get a better grip, and it got closer…my mouth opened as I felt my tongue start to extend outwards…oh god, not this…not with this punk…
He groaned and raised the bar, racking it before falling back. As soon as he moved, I was back and sat up in a blur. Did that happen?
"Dude!" he said, coming back around, "You suck!"
I felt my face redden, and he pushed me back onto the bench; he straddled my chest and looked down at me with a huge smile, "So I win."
My face was red as I looked up at him. I was about to tell him to get the fuck off me when I felt it…pressing down on my chest…and my mind froze.
"Big, bad superhero can't keep up with little ol' me?" he said, flexing his biceps as he bounced on my chest. I could feel the weight of his cock impact my pecs each time, and I felt myself starting to lose focus, my mouth falling open as he teased me…my full attention on that piece of meat…
"What's wrong, Superboy? Can't admit when you're beat?"
I just nodded, his words echoing around in my head…
He leaned over me, "Say I'm the shit."
"You're the shit," I repeated, my voice sounding like a robot.
"Say I'm your better!"
"You're my better," the words stung as parts of my mind took the words very seriously…
He paused, his face over mine, "You're gonna be the best guard dog ever!"
He leaned in, kissed the tip of my nose, and laughed, climbing off of me and grabbing a towel, "OK, I need to do my cardio before rehearsal; too tired?"
"I'm coming," I said, getting up slowly, making sure his back was turned before I reached down and adjusted my own cock. I was hard as a rock and pretty sure I was leaking badly. I tucked it down the side of my jeans and followed him…this would be a long job.
He climbed onto a treadmill and upped the incline, "You don't have to do this," he said as he began to jog, "I know you worked out earlier."
His grin told me he was calling me a pussy, and I felt myself react, "I'm fine, New Kid on the Block," I climbed up on the one next to him, "Anything you can do, I can just as well."
"Except bench press," he said under his breath as I started to jog. This wasn't bad, I wasn't used to running all that much, but I still had great endurance. I upped the incline to match his and looked forward to the bank of mirrors ahead of us.
He hadn't put a shirt on, so I could see his definition. I had to admit the kid was in better shape than his videos let on. If I knew he was this built…I shook my head; where the fuck were these thoughts coming from? I mean, sure, the kid was hot, but that was objectively speaking, it wasn't like I was into him…
I looked back at the mirror. He was staring at me, smiling, his body covered in sweat as he just jogged along like he and gravity were passing acquaintances. He literally bounced as he jogged, obviously watching if I could keep up.
I dug in and sped up; I was not letting this kid get me again…I was fucking Superboy. I would show him that I was not anyone's bitc…
I glanced down and saw the front of his shorts just bulging out, his cock swaying back and forth like a goddamn python. I saw it strain the thin nylon, the head of the beast clearly visible, and my mind instantly fogged up…
"FUCK!" I screamed as I stumbled and was thrown back against the wall by the treadmill's speed. That fucking hurt! My head was swimming as I sat there; I heard him calling my name as the room tilted sideways…why did I turn my powers off?
His face was in mine, "You OK?"
His sweat dripped off him, and the smell was everywhere…my head spun and, not from hitting the wall…
"Superboy?" his face got closer, "Do you need something?"
I nodded slowly, leaning forward…I closed my eyes…
The door burst open, and the security goon I had put in his place charged in, "What was that?"
I pulled back, slamming my head against the wall again.
"I think he's hurt; get a doctor!"
I reached down and turned off the bracelet and began healing instantly.
"I'm OK," I said, not glancing over at Justin. I got up, making sure not to wobble; I had made enough of a scene today, "Nothing to worry about."
"We're gonna be late for rehearsal," the goon reminded Justin, "We need to start moving."
"You sure you're OK?" Justin asked me.
I nodded, "I'll be right behind you."
They walked out as I grabbed my jacket…shit, this would be harder than I thought.
I walked back into the hotel suite, looking around for Justin. The security goon was sitting there, looking at his phone. I walked over to him, "Where is he?"
He jerked a thumb to a door, "Changing."
I approached the door, and he grabbed my elbow, "He's changing, dawg; he don't need no help."
I reached down and grabbed his thumb and pulled it back; he screamed as he went to his knees, "Look, dawg, he is under attack by a teleporter. He can't be alone. Do you understand?"
He nodded frantically, trying not to cry.
"I get you don't like me being here. Trust me, I don't like it either, but your attitude is going to change. You got it?"
"I got it, man!" he practically shrieked.
I let go of his thumb, and he fell to the ground, clutching it tenderly.
"Get some ice on that before it swells up," I said, opening the door and walking in. I closed the door behind me and looked around. I heard the shower running in the adjoining bathroom. His shorts were tossed on the bed with his socks and sneakers. I walked towards the bed, looking at the bathroom to make sure he was still in the shower.
I reached down and picked them up, that scent, that smell that was around him, kept hitting my nose, and I had to know, what was it? I brought them up to my face and inhaled deeply…
I felt my eyes roll back into my head as his funk hit me; why did he smell so good? I could feel the dampness on my nose and realized it was his ball sweat and felt my cock throb in realization. I pressed it down harder and just lived in that moment as that smell engulfed me…my hand trailed downwards, rubbing my hardness through my jeans…
What was I doing? I wanted to stop, but it was unlike anything I had ever smelled. I was screaming at myself to stop, but all I did was inhale deeper, losing myself in that smell…losing myself…
"I had a guy from Dubai offer me half a million dollars to do that."
I threw the shorts down, and Justin was in a towel, dripping wet and smiling at me.
"Don't let me stop you," he said, walking past me, "I just need to get dressed before Mutt comes in and drags me to rehearsal."
"I was…" I began to explain and then realized I had no words.
"Hey man," he said, grabbing a shirt and a pair of jeans, "I'm not here to ick your yum. Your secret is safe with me." He winked as he dropped his towel. I wanted to look away but couldn't move as I saw his cock dangling there…
He pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, "We all get into different shit; you wanna sniff my shorts? Go for it; I don't care." He tucked the monster into the pouch, and I felt a little control come back, "It's a turn-on knowing Superboy is a perv."
"I'm not a perv…" I said quickly, and he just looked at me and smiled.
"Sure Jan, I gotcha."
I wanted to argue, but I literally had no ground to stand on. I mean, I was sniffing his fucking shorts.
He pulled his jeans on, leaving just the waistband of this underwear showing, "So did Mutt try to stop you from coming in?"
"Who?"
He grabbed his sneakers, "Mutt, security guy, size of a small mountain?"
"Oh yeah, I put him in his place."
He slipped a shirt on and cocked his head, "And what is his place?"
"Under me."
He smiled and then jumped at me, arms out. I caught him, and we fell back onto his bed. He held my hands down and sat on my waist, "And now you're under me…"
I tried to get up, but there was that smell again, and I could feel his cock through the jeans and underwear rubbing up against me…and all the strength in my arms faded. He easily held me down as he sat there, "You gonna keep me safe, Superboy?"
I nodded, feeling myself get lost in his face.
"Do anything to protect me?"
Another nod.
His face got close to mine, "Be my guard dog?"
Nod as his lips moved down to mine…
"Psych!" he said, sitting up, laughing.
My strength returned, and I pushed him off me, sitting up, "Weren't you gonna be late?"
He got up and messed my hair up, "Calm down, boy, we'll get there."
I pulled back, smoothing my hair out.
Knock on the door and then, "You ready, Justin?"
He pointed at the door, "Mutt." And then to the door shouted, "Yeah, I'm coming!"
"Come on boy, come on…wanna go for a ride!"
I got up and scowled at him, making him laugh even harder, "This is going to be fun!"
Fun for who? Cause I was having no fucking fun.
We made our way to the stadium where Justin was performing tonight. I sat in the back of a tricked-out SUV with bulletproof windows, telling me they didn't take his security lightly. Normally I would have flown above the car, but with a teleporter, the safest place I could be was next to Justin.
Which was the last place I wanted to be.
"Excited?" he asked me.
He was sitting way too close to me, considering how much room was back here, but I was the one who made a big deal about being close to him, so now I was stuck.
"For what?"
"The concert! Everything!" he bubbled, "You've never seen one of my concerts, have you?"
"I've never been to any concerts," I admitted, unsure why I was telling his kid anything.
"Seriously?" he said, practically climbing on top of me, "Oh, you are in for a treat!" he said, laughing, which was infectious. I found myself cracking a smile, "Uh oh," he teased, "Was that a smile? Are guard dogs allowed to smile? Will they take your license away?"
I nudged him off of me, "Why do you keep calling me a guard dog?"
He leaned in close to me, "I've never had a dog before and always wanted one…come on, Superboy, don't you want to be my guard dog?"
The sick part was I almost said yes…what was this kid doing to me?
"We're here," Mutt, whose name was starting to make sense now, called from the front of the car.
We pulled up to the Chase Center, a massive complex on the city's east side. I know it has a capacity of almost 20 thousand screaming people when packed and has over 900,000 square feet of places for a teleporter to hide in because Tim rattled it off in his briefing, thinking I wasn't paying attention. Justin's name blazed across the front on the massive LED screen declaring his three-night run was already sold out. A 12-foot image of his shirtless chest lorded over the place, making it look like a shrine to him.
That picture did him no favors.
Now that I had seen him up close and personal, I could say none of his pictures captured how attractive this little fuck was. I hated to say it, but he was much cuter than I had been prepared for. I mean, I wasn't into guys or anything, but I could tell if a guy was good-looking or not, and Justin… was fucking good-looking.
We got out of the car and went in through a back way; this was the artist's entry, the places no fan ever saw. Those girls back at the hotel would kill someone to be where I was right now, and I wanted to be anywhere but here.
Justin's people got him to his dressing room while I looked around, not liking how open this area was. This whole place was open areas and shadows. It would be hard to stop a normal guy with a gun, much less a meta. I walked towards the dressing room, and Mutt looked like he was about to stop me. I smiled, "How's the thumb?"
He was still holding an ice pack on it. He moved aside, and I walked in.
I stopped cold, "Why the fuck are you naked again?"
Luckily, he was faced away from me so I couldn't be paralyzed by his cock, but he was naked again, pulling on some leather pants, so all I could see was that firm ass.
"This is a full rehearsal," he said, pulling them all the way up, "That means costume checks too." He turned around, and I had to force my mouth to stay clothed. The black leather pants hugged his lower half so tightly it looked like he had been poured into them. His cock slid down the right leg, stretching the material to its straining point; there was no way he was wearing any underwear under that.
"How do I look?" he asked, holding his arms out.
I couldn't look away from his cock…it was…fucking shit…
He glanced down and then looked back at me, "What? Do I look ugly?"
I shook my head; he looked anything but ugly.
"Say something!" he laughed.
"You look amazing," fell out of my mouth before I could even think about it.
His face lit up, and he dumped at me, hugging me, "Superboy, best guard dog ever!"
I resisted the urge to hug him back as his body pressed against mine. I swear I could feel his cock pressing against my leg and felt my own start to swell…
I pushed him back, "Don't you have to get ready?"
He stood there, only in his leather pants, no shirt, "I am ready! This is what I'm wearing."
Yeah, the screaming girls were starting to make sense now.
"They're ready for you," came from the other side of the door.
"You gonna watch?" he asked.
"I'm not letting you out of my sight."
He reached up and messed my hair again, "Good boy."
I hated that I didn't stop him.
We walked out and were taken down a long hallway that led to the stage. Justin walked out like he owned the place, and I just stood off, looking at the million empty seats staring back at us. I could never walk out there and sing, all those eyes, just a mass of people staring…
I shuddered at the thought as Justin put a headset mic on and started doing his sound checks. As I watched, Mutt walked over with a tablet, "This is connected to the security feeds," he said, handing it to me, "So you can see what's going on."
I nodded, "Thanks, man," and looked down at the array of monitors, most showing backstage and upfront; three had the stage on them. I expanded one of those and watched Justin start to sing…see, this was the punk I knew. He was cute but not fucking as overwhelmingly good-looking as I had experienced up close. I looked at the stage myself, yep, insanely gorgeous, back to the monitor…just a kid.
That wasn't right.
Before I could think about it, I saw a flash of something moving on one of the cameras up high on the catwalk. I moved to the closest camera and saw it again…someone was up there…
Dropping the tablet, I started moving towards Justin, my eyes skyward…
Justin looked over at me, confused, but I wasn't stopping; I saw a flash of movement from above and took off…
My legs left the stage as I flew; the world slowed down as I sped up as fast as possible. There were always questions online about who was faster, Superman or Flash. People loved to speculate and went on about how Superman could do this and Flash could do that…well I am here to tell you the truth, the absolute end of that argument.
Flash can run circles around any Kryptonian in his sleep, almost literally. Flashes access the speed force and alter the literal fabric of time, me and Clark…we go really, really fast. I am hurtling at Justin at just under 300 miles per hour. I am focusing my mind so the world doesn't just blur by, but it's not much. My TK field is extended outwards, the second it touches Justin, it completely encircles him and pulls him close, so I don't so much as hit him as I cocoon him.
I've done this trick with Tim before; it allows me to keep top speed without worrying about breaking the person I am grabbing. The trick is covering every inch of the person's body with my field, technically holding every inch of them in my telekinetic hand.
It's a great maneuver but not one I do with guys a lot…because while it is a great way to grab someone, it has…side effects?
You see, while I am holding them in my telekinetic hand, it also means I can feel everything I am holding…everything. It's not like I want to, but my field encompasses them entirely, right to the skin. So, when I do this with a guy, I am holding everything.
EVERYTHING.
So as I barrel into Justin and grab him, my field wraps itself around him and pulls him close…and I can feel it grip around his cock tightly.
I'm trying to focus because as I keep flying, I see a burst of shadows behind us as a man with a black cloak and hood appears out of a pool of shadows and stabs where Justin was seconds ago, screaming "Die demon!"
If I was thinking properly, I would have dropped Justin, spun around, and grabbed this asshole…
But I couldn't let go of his cock.
I realized that my mind was locked on to his meat, lovingly gripping it, feeling it up the best it could. I flew up and out of the arena, holding Justin to my chest as I burst through one of the reinforced skylights. We hovered there in the San Fransisco sky for a moment; his eyes were wide with shock as my TK slowly massaged his hardening cock. I tried to stop it, but my TK was mostly controlled by my subconscious…and my subconscious was Kryptonian. It had become obsessed with the superior cock it had found.
Tim had prepared me for this, there was a panic room set up a block away, and once sealed in, we would be cut off from the outside, effectively cutting the teleporter's ability to find us. Before Justin could talk, I blurred towards the room; Tim had set it up inside an industrial park's construction site, well away from anyone seeing it.
"Computer," I called out as I flew, "Open panic room, access code Wendy the Werewolf Stalker."
I heard a chirp in my ear, "Panic room open."
As I flew into the construction site, I saw the steel door pop open, and I flew right past it into the tiny room. Thankfully I could stop on a dime, and we came to a halt as the door sealed behind us. I forced my field to retract, the very last part of it still gripping Justin's now hard cock until the last moment.
We lay there, him under me; as we caught our breath, I knew I could feel his hard cock pulse against my leg. "You're crushing me," he said after a second.
I climbed off him and leaned back against the wall. There was barely enough room for the two of us; this wasn't as much a panic room as it was a panic closet.
He sat back against the opposite wall, trying to calm himself down, "Was that him again? I saw him as we flew by!"
I nodded, "Yeah, he was up in the catwalks and then teleported down, I should have tackled his ass, but I needed you out of the way first."
He gave me a nervous smile, "Well, thanks, you were awesome."
"Just doing my job," I said, trying to sound as casual as possible.
"I mean, wow…he was really trying to kill me," he said excitedly, "Shit…I mean, I knew it, but I didn't think…" he was pretty worked up.
"The main thing is you're safe, and now he knows you have me guarding you; he'd be stupid to try again."
"Man…how can you be so calm?" he was practically bouncing, "That was insane!"
I shrugged, "Kinda a normal day for me," I said, leaning back against the wall, "Now we wait for an all-clear."
I closed my eyes, truth be told the adrenaline rush was wearing off, and I felt a crash coming. It was dark and cool in here, the perfect time for a nap. I felt myself relax and heard Justin moving around; he couldn't open the door, so he wasn't in any danger…so I ignored it.
Until I heard the all too familiar sound of flesh on flesh. I opened my eyes and felt my brain seize up…
He was sitting there, leather pants around his ankles, stroking his cock with both hands. My mouth fell open as I watched him work his fucking log, both hands moving in unison up and down his swollen shaft. As before, my mind locked up as my brain went into a fuckfog…the entire world faded away, and all I could see was that cock.
He glanced up, saw me watching, and smiled, "Sorry, this is what I do when I'm nervous."
I just nodded, unable to form words.
"You like watching?" he asked playfully, another nod even as I screamed to myself to stop. He laughed, "Oh, Superboy is a pervert…you like watching me jerk off? Huh, Superboy?"
Nod, and I felt a trickle of drool slip down my chin; my heart raced picked up.
"Yeah, you do like this, don't you?" he said, kicking his sneakers off and shedding his pants entirely.
"I do…" I said faintly, sounding like I was in a dream.
He got to his knees and began to pump his hips forward, fucking his hands as his enormous head burst out of his grip over and over, smearing his fingers with precum. The smell filled the small space, and I felt my world tilt under me again as I inhaled…
"Tell me how much you like this," he demanded in a low, husky voice.
"I love this," I intoned, "I love your cock…"
His smile became predatory, "Yeah you do," he said inching closer, "You gonna be my good guard dog?" I nodded, and he moved forward again, "Say it, tell me how much of a good boy you are going to be."
I could hear myself begging myself not to answer, to shut up, that I wasn't a fag, that I wasn't into guys…shut your fucking mouth Conner… don't say it…
But that cock, that fucking cock…
"I can be a good boy," I said pleading, "I'm a very good boy…"
He moved closer, now kneeling before me, "How good?"
All I could see was the dripping head of his tool, right in front of my face, hovering there…so fucking close.
"So good," I answered immediately, "Please let me be a good boy…"
My internal sobs were deafening.
"OK then," he said, moving one inch closer, "Prove it…"
Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't do it.
"Come on, puppy…one lick…" he said.
My tongue began to extend…
"That's it…"
"CONNER, STOP!" I screamed to myself.
I leaned in…
"Almost…"
The second my tongue touched the wet tip, I was lost. If the smell had me spun, the taste was orgasmic. I moaned as I went from one lick to licking to covering the peach-sized head with my mouth. He chuckled as I began to shove more and more of his cock into my mouth, my tongue worshipping his head as the superior cock it was. More mental dominos started to fall in my head as ancient Kryptonian impulses awakened in me. I could feel myself submitting to him completely, the protests in my mind became faint as I reached up and held his shaft with one hand, so I could force more of it down my throat.
"Good dog," he said, putting his hands on the sides of my head, "Such a good dog…"
His praise sent shockwaves through my body and mind; pure pleasure flooded my thoughts as I lavished even more attention on his cock. My thoughts became jumbled as I began to forget everything before this cock. My memory began ragged as all I could remember was that I was here for that cock, to worship his cock…to be his dog…
"Oh Superboy," he cooed, grabbing my ears, "You're really good at this…"
He pulled me down onto him as he thrust forward, the head of his cock lodging in my throat. I gagged but didn't stop, I needed to show him I was a good boy, I was the best boy…I was his good dog. Choking, I tried to force more of it into my mouth, my jaw aching at his girth.
"Come on, boy," he goaded me, "Get that cock, get that cock, boy…"
I gagged again as he pushed even more of it down my aching throat. I could feel my neck expand as his head pushed down…
"You're gonna be my fuckdog, aren't you? My faithful fuckdog…let me use you whenever you want, right boy?"
I whimpered in response as I felt my vision start to darken.
"You're gonna be the best dog ever…" he promised as he began to fuck my throat, savagely slamming his cock further and further down until all I could do was lay there helpless and let him use me. "Fucking take my cock Superboy…take it all." I felt my powers waver as he pounded my face, it felt like they were wavering…but I was too far gone to even care.
My hands fell to my side as my eyes rolled back in my head…I could feel my dick practically vibrate in my jeans; submitting to him, doing as he said, was akin to the best sex I had ever had…I was so close to cumming from just him using me…
"Close," he grunted, his thrust sped up.
Everything was growing dim as he choked me with that elephant cock…I had never been so happy in my life…
"Gonna blow down your throat…" he screamed as cum flooded my mouth, filling my stomach. The fact he was cumming made my own cock explode, staining my jeans everywhere. My orgasm sent my mind spinning, and I felt my consciousness slipped away.
As I fell to the floor, I could hear him chuckle, "Good boy…"
And then nothing.