I don't know how long I sat there and waited; time had stopped having any meaning a long time ago. When I woke up he was asleep in the corner, looking like the innocent, teenage boy that his fans thought he was. But my throat was still sore and I could taste his cum on my tongue….
I should have been mad, fuck I should have been furious. I should have torn this punk apart for using me like that. And on some level, I was, I just glared at him, wondering if my heat vision was going to flare up and take care of this once and for all…
But there was the rest of me.
The part of me that couldn't look at him and see that angelic face and be drawn to it. The part of me that studied every single inch of his tanned skin, the way his muscles moved when he moved, the bulge in his pants…
I closed my eyes and willed this to go away, to somehow banish these thoughts…but nothing changed. I opened my eyes, and they went back to his sleeping form…wanting to do more than just look.
It felt like an eternity, but a lot of time passed before the door beeped twice and was opened. I squinted at the sunlight coming through and saw the silhouette of Tim standing in the doorway. I felt a stab of panic, wondering if there were cameras in here.
"Someone order a pizza?" he asked with a smile.
I stood up and stretched as Justin shielded his eyes from the sun, "Who's that?"
Tim walked in and extended his hand, "Robin, here let me help you up."
Justin stood and I saw Tim take his whole body in, stopping at the bulge threatening to split those leather jeans. I was instantly angry…but at what? Was I jealous? Of what? What the hell was going on!
"Here," Tim said taking his cape off and putting it around Justin's shoulders, "You must be cold."
Justin took it and leaned into Tim, "Thanks, what happened?"
"What was the last thing you remember?" Tim asked, still letting his eyes roam all over Justin's body.
"Superboy grabbed me and took me back here…"
Shit.
"We just holed up in here," I said talking over Justin, "Nothing happened."
Tim shot a glare at me, "Go on," he said to the pop star.
"We got back here…and I was nervous…"
Shitshitshit.
He was silent and then looked at me, "I passed out?"
"No!" I blurted out before I heard what he said, "I mean yeah, yeah he passed out." Shit, Tim's mask could read heart rate, he was going to know this punk was lying. I focused and listened to it myself.
"Yeah, we got here, I was super nervous, and then…I must have just passed out from the excitement."
His heart didn't skip a beat…wait…he thinks that's what happened?
"Well, you're safe," Tim said leading him out, "That's the only thing that counts."
He didn't remember? He did not recall fucking choking Superboy within an inch of his life with his fucking monster cock? Seriously?
"I swept the stage once the place was cleared, nothing. Did you see anything?" Tim asked me.
He really didn't remember?
"Superboy!" Tim snapped and I came back to now, "Did you see anything about the attacker?"
"Oh…he screamed die demon but that was about it. His knife was curved and had some etchings on it."
"Do you recall what the etchings were?"
I shook my head, "I was flying by, I only got a split second."
"Come on Justin, your guys are downstairs," Tim said, putting an arm around his shoulder, "Let's get you home."
Mutt and a few of Justin's security was waiting for him downstairs, they took him and told me they were heading to the hotel.
"I'll catch up with you," I told them, knowing Tim was going to want to talk.
They took off and Tim shook his head a little and then turned to me, "So nothing?"
"When he teleported, there was like a dark smoke that he came out of…"
"Did it smell?"
I shrugged, "Dude, I was going at full speed, I was gone before he even landed."
Tim nodded but I could tell he was frustrated, "Ok, well they have one last concert tonight, and then they're off to LA. Don't let him out of your sight, that includes the tour bus. We don't know the limits of this guy's abilities yet."
"Tour bus?" I asked, feeling a pit in my stomach.
"Yeah, they head out tonight, we can't leave him unprotected, they said they have a place for you to crash. You'll be ok."
Will I though?
"You good?"
Sighing, I nodded, what was I going to say? The mean pop star raped me last night and part of me is still turned on by it? "Did you scan anything off of him?"
"Justin?" he asked, I nodded. "Nothing out of the ordinary, why, what do you suspect?"
Shit, if I keep asking it is a matter of time before he figures out what happened.
"No, I was just making sure he was ok."
"Awesome, I'll keep researching."
Man, I wish I was smart so Tim could be the one raped.
Even as I thought it, I knew that was a lie, I took off to the hotel, wondering why I was so turned on by the memory of last night.
I flew back to the hotel and made my way back to the suites; Mutt was standing guard at his door. When I walked in, he actually looked relieved, "You saved him, man."
"What did you think I was here for," I said grinning.
He leaned in and gave me a one-shoulder hug, "Honestly? I thought you were just another of his pretty boys, it's nice to know you are more."
I pulled back, "Whose pretty boys? Justin?"
I could see Mutt withdraw back into himself and that stoic demeanor came back, "He's in there if you wanna go in." I nodded and walked past him, other boys? What was I missing?
As soon as I closed the door he jumped at me, pulling me into a hug, "There he is! My special guard dog!"
I let him hug me, trying to deny that I liked being this close to him again. It was like my whole body relaxed and I hadn't even been aware it was tensed up. There it was again, that smell, I felt myself lean into his neck and inhale…
"Yeah, I missed you too," he said softly, running his hand through my hair.
Rearing back, I stood up straight, "Right, so you're ok then?"
He nodded, "Thanks to you! That guy came out of nowhere!"
"Yeah, that's what teleportation is," I joked, walking over and sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Whatever man!" he said excitedly, "That was badass and you know it…so you earned a reward."
I began to shake my head, "Oh no, I'm here to protect you I don't…"
His hands were undoing his jeans and I felt my mouth go dry.
"No, good boys get a treat…you wanna treat Superboy?"
I nodded, watching him unzip his jeans and shucking them off. His boxer briefs were white and clung to his body like they were painted on. I had seen the ads, him wearing just a pair of them with a cocky look…his body did not look like this in the pics.
And they had to have photoshopped out that cock.
"So, they make these just for me," he said, pulling at the waistband, "They are measured and created just to fit me…they are extremely rare." I nodded again, completely enthralled by the image in front of me. "I gave a pair of these to Shanina and they ended up going for 100k at a charity auction."
He slowly peeled them down and held my breath.
"When I am done with them, they are collected and sent back to Calvin Klien, and they are destroyed. So, when I say you can't get these…I mean it." His cock flopped out and I let out a small gasp, it hung there, swinging between his legs as if Big Ben had a pendulum. My entire world focused on it as he stepped out of them.
"I know you like these," he said smiling, walking towards me, "So I wanted to give you a pair, instead of having to steal a pair."
As he got closer, I licked my lips out of pure reflex, "I don't…"
He was right in front of me now, "Shhh…" he said, slipping the briefs over the top of my head, "I know what you want." The waistband slipped over my eyes, and I felt something warm touch my lips…
I groaned and began to lick his cock, unable to stop myself.
"That's it, get it boy…such a good boy…" he said in a baby voice like I was the dog he kept calling me. There was a faint protest in my head as I felt his cock harden under my tongue, it felt like no matter where I licked there was cock, so much cock…I felt my Kryptonian genes burn as my unconscious mind encoded how much bigger he was than me…making me even more submissive.
The head slipped past my lips, and I instantly began to worship it, my tongue rolling around the massive head as his hands grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pushed me onto him. I was disgusted to find myself sucking a cock again, but I could feel pulses of pure ecstasy coursing through my brain as I submitted to him, and I understood better how ancient Kryptonians kept the peace. It felt SO good to please him, my own shock and horror were nothing compared to how off-the-charts good it felt to have him use me.
"Oh god Superdog…you're so good at that…" he moaned, and I felt the praise sear my mind like a white-hot brand, marking my ego with his presence. "Oh yeah, like that," he said as I worked his cock faster, trying my best to bring him pleasure.
He pushed me onto my back, and I felt him straddle my face. His monster slid to the back of my throat, and I gagged, even that bringing me joy as I heard him let out a small, "Fuck yeah," under his breath as his cock nudged at my throat.
"You want that bone boy?" he asked me in that baby tone, "Puppy wants my bone?"
I whimpered as I reached up and grabbed his perfect ass, pushing him deeper into my mouth. I gagged again as his cockhead began to nudge its way down my throat. His small gasp as he felt my mouth give way and he started to snake his cock down my throat made my own cock throb, almost causing me to shoot untouched.
"Oh, come on Superdog, take my cock…let me rape that throat."
His words were so nasty, so unlike his squeaky-clean image that they turned me on even more, I moaned as I felt my throat burn as it did last night as he wedged that shaft deeper and deeper in me. This time I didn't panic, I breathed through my nose, the fact I was learning how to deep-throat his punk hit me like a two-by-four and I realized what I was doing.
For a moment, half a second, I was myself again and could not believe what I was letting him do. My hands on his ass began to pull him off me and his cock slid an inch back…and he let out a strangled cry of pleasure and my brain collapsed under me. It was like being hit by a tidal wave as I was pushed under waves of pleasure, my sexuality being pulled deeper and deeper into the abyss of what was Justin.
He pushed back into my throat, and I could feel my neck bulge from the exertion, he chuckled as he began to pound my face, fucking my mouth with a fury I wouldn't have thought possible.
"Fucking superhero whore," he raged, his cock destroying my airway, causing my world to spin, "Everything thinking you're some mini Superman…you're just a dog, a fucking nasty dog that wants to be used…aren't you Superboy? Huh? Isn't that who you really are?"
There was a tiny scream of no from down in my subconscious, but the rest of my mind accepted what he said without protest. He said I was a pervert dog that wanted to be violated by this teen so that was what I was becoming…
My hands fell to my sides as he really railed my mouth, his balls hitting the bottom of my chin as he slid inch after inch down my throat, using it like some ditzy fan's pussy. That was what my throat was now…his pussy to fuck. And even as those words killed me, the fact I was providing him with pleasure made my own body shudder with joy, my cock leaking through my uniform as I felt myself get closer and closer to cumming…
"You're my fuckdog now Superboy," he said, not pausing as he fucked, "My nasty, perverted fuckdog…you got that?"
I whimpered around his cock as precum flooded my mouth.
"You will serve me…and love it!" he roared as his load spilled out of his cock and down my throat, filling my belly with his cum. My own cock exploded as I shook under him, his orgasm making mine that much sweeter. He felt the last drops of him slide down my throat as he slides his cock out of my mouth, looking down at me…
"Look at you," he said with a cocky grin, "You've never looked more beautiful."
The compliment made me smile and I could feel a dribble of cum slip down my face.
"Get it, boy…clean yourself up!"
I licked desperately at it, savoring the taste of him…as my eyes grew heavy.
"We own this one…" he said as I passed out…
When I woke up it was late afternoon, I sat up on his bed…alone. I looked around confused, not sure how much time had passed. I stood up and felt the dried cum in my costume flake…
"Fuck," I cursed, realizing I had ruined this one. I grabbed the duffel bag I had brought with me and started looking for a clean uniform. Shit, the only thing I had packed was my old uniform, the tight-ass one with the wristbands…I wore this thing once when Bart, out of nowhere said, "Oh wow, I guess Lex didn't believe in circumcision?"
That's how damn tight it was.
But it was this or cum stained jeans…sighing I got undressed and slipped it on. I packed my jacket with it, maybe I could wear that over and it would draw some attention away…
I had to admit, I looked good. The leather jacket gave this spandex nightmare some cred, but I was still too fucking hung for this…oh well. Guess everyone gets to see what makes me super. I walked out and Mutt was there with Justin playing some COD on the 60-inch tv. They both saw what I was wearing and just stared open-mouthed.
"What?" I asked, knowing this damn suit showed every inch of my body, "I got something on my face?"
"I'd ask how it's hanging," Mutt quipped, "But I can see for myself."
I gave him a smile, "Don't hate the player," I grabbed my crotch, "Hate the game."
He rolled his eyes as Justin just stared at me with wide eyes.
"You look amazing," he said, obvious awe in his voice.
Ok so this kid has literally violated my throat twice in 24 hours and he is impressed by an old uniform? What the fuck is going on?
"Is there a place to do laundry?" I asked this is all I have that is clean.
Mutt nodded as he played, "Yeah but we are already packing up, once we get to LA you can throw it in when with ours and get it done."
"Sweet," I said, Justin still staring at me, "Can I talk with you real quick?"
He pointed at himself, and I chuckled, "Yeah you."
He tossed his controller down and walked over, he walked into the room, and I closed the door behind us.
"Ok look," I said turning to him, "We need to talk about this."
He nodded, "Ok."
"I don't know what this is, but we can't keep doing it."
He just looked at me, blinking.
"Ok?"
"Ok, what?"
"We can't keep doing this," I repeated, anger creeping into my voice.
"Doing what?" he asked, real innocence in his voice, "You mean protecting me?"
"What? No, the other stuff."
He cocked his head, "Um, what other stuff?"
Was he for real?
"Come on man, you know what I mean!" I snapped and he flinched.
"Ok," he said in a quiet voice, "I'm sorry, I won't tease you about my underwear again."
My mouth opened and then closed, "You know what I am talking about."
He shook his head, "I'm sorry Superboy…I really don't but if I did something wrong, I am so sorry! I mean you saved my life, and I would never do anything to upset you."
His heart rate was fast, but not erratic, he was telling the truth! What the fuck.
"Wait, do you remember what happened earlier?"
"I gave you my underwear…I mean you liked the other pair…I thought…"
"No, after that."
"I gave them to you and then you laid down and took a nap, and I went and decided to school Mutt. Why?"
Holy shit, he really didn't remember!
Mutt's voice came from the other side of the door, "Justin, we're closing in on that time."
"I'm sorry," he said again, "I really am, I won't bring up my underwear again, I promise."
I just nodded, not understanding what the hell was going on.
"I need to get ready, are we ok?"
"Yeah, yeah…we're cool."
He smiled and gave me a half hug, "Thanks bro, you're the best!"
I hated the way my body reacted to it.
He walked out and I had to take a second…I mean…that shit really happened. I felt my throat and even with my healing, it was sore. I could still taste his cum on my tongue…I hadn't imagined it, so then what the hell was going on?
"Yo Superboy," Mutt called from the other room, "You coming?"
Fuck this.
"Yeah," I said following him out…I still had a job to do.
We made our way to the arena again, this time crowds were gathering out front, we went through the back way again and entered the arena through the back tunnels, but there were way more people there now. Before it was a rehearsal, and the arena people weren't here but we were hours away from a concert so there were dozens of people running all over the place.
I moved closer to Justin.
We got to his dressing room and Mutt took up in front of his door as we went inside. Two ladies were waiting for him, one for makeup and the other for wardrobe. I sat back and let them do their thing, though from where I was standing, he looked fine as he was.
I watched as he stripped and slipped on a pair of boxers and some baggy jeans, some chains…when they were done, he looked like he did in his videos. A cocky, built as fuck punk who grabbed his crotch a lot while smiling with the face of an angel. It was insane how innocent he looked but how fucking sinful that body was.
I only realized now that he had those boxer briefs on under the boxers, which is the only reason that fucking anaconda didn't unspool itself on stage, getting thousands of teenage girls pregnant in a flash. I looked up and saw him looking at me looking at him and he smiled…
I looked down, hating the way my cheeks were red.
"Ok," he said to the girls, "I'm good…can you give us the room?"
They nodded, grabbed their gear, and rushed out, leaving me in a dressing room with a shirtless punk who had made me suck his cock twice without lifting one hand. I no longer felt like a bodyguard, I felt like one of those mice you drop into a snake's cage.
"How do I look?" he asked, spreading his hands so I could take his whole-body in.
He looked fucking perfect, but I stopped myself from saying that. Again, I was struck by how not one of his videos or photoshoots truly captured how off-the-charts beautiful he was. I could feel in my mind how fucked up that was, I wasn't into guys! But I could feel parts of my mind, the Kryptonian parts no doubt, bending my will to be submissive to him. The only reason I wasn't fucking losing my mind right now was that with those jeans and boxers, I couldn't actually see his cock.
But I knew it was there.
"Good," I said, my eyes dropping to the ground again, "You look good."
He walked up to me, and his hand raised my face to look at him, "Who is my good boy?"
I felt my whole body shake as his touch hit me like an electric spark. I tried not to answer so bad, but it was a waste of time…
I pressed my cheek into his hand and said, "I am…I'm your good boy…"
I hated this so much but even as the words fell out of my mouth pure fucking joy flooded my brain.
His hand moved up the side of my face, into my hair…and then pushed me down.
I whimpered as I went down to my knees, struggling to stop myself from debasing myself to this kid again.
"You gonna keep me safe out there?" he asked, pushing my face against his crotch.
I let out a strangled sob as I rubbed myself against his jeans, desperate to feel his cock, "I will…I will do anything…"
He grabbed a chunk of my hair and yanked my head up until I was looking at him, "You will do anything…what?"
My lips trembled as I fought it…I could hear my thoughts screaming at me to shut up. I tried to keep my mouth closed but it was like it had a mind of its own. After an agonizing few seconds, I blurted out, "I'll do anything, sir…I promise sir…anything…"
Saying it out loud was like an orgasm, my cock throbbed in my uniform as rubbed my face against his crotch like a fucking dog looking for pets. He chuckled as he pressed my face harder, and I could feel it…the thickness of that cock…that fucking cock…
"Who's my good guard dog?" he sang as he thrust his hardon against my cheek…
"I am…oh god Justin it's me…"
In another three seconds, I would have torn these jeans off and started to suck him off again, but Mutt banged on the door, "Five minutes to stage!"
The shock knocked me out of it, and I fell back onto my ass, looking up at him with wide eyes. He looked down and smiled, "What are you doing on the ground silly?" he held his hand out, "You are so clumsy!"
And he was the sweet, innocent baby again…I took his hand and stood up. He looked like he had no idea what we were just doing! I nodded, "Yeah I'm bad like that."
He cocked his head, "No worries…you ready to get out there?"
I nodded, my head clearing…what the fuck was wrong with me?
"Coming out," he said and opened the door…
Showtime.
They walked him to the stage, where before it was this vast, empty thing now it was crowded with musicians, dancers, and stage crew. Even from back here, you could hear the crowd screaming and chanting his name, just the thought of that many people made me sweat.
One of the things I didn't inherit from either Clark or Lex was their ability to talk to large crowds. No one had caught on yet, but when I talked to crowds I hovered above them, it was easier to handle them if they were small and far away…but down here, on the ground…
I paused at the edge of the stage, even though the curtain was still up.
"Yo," Mutt said behind me, "You can get closer if you want."
I shook my head, horrified at the thought of being this close to that many fucking people.
They hooked up Justin's mic and did a last check on his clothes…he glanced over at me and winked with a grin…
I turned away and adjusted my cock…what the fuck!
The curtain parted a wave of sound hit me as 18,000 screaming fans saw Justin in the flesh and lost their perspective minds. The lights hit him, and he looked like a freaking god, I mean it was… mind-blowing. His skin glowed, his muscles rippled…it was just…
I glanced up to the monitors and saw him dancing there…and that was the Justin I had known before all this. He was cute sure, but not as fucking divine as he looked in person. The difference between the guy I was looking at from backstage and the guy I saw on the screens…
It didn't make sense.
It was my first concert, and it was insane. I could have never imagined the power of a live crowd, the excitement of everyone watching him perform, the music, the lights…everything was just so much more than I ever thought it could be. And in the center of it was Justin, controlling it all like it was just his own, little universe.
And we're just living in it.
I found myself cheering, swaying with the music, and being more than a little turned on as I watched him from backstage. I kept an eye out for our asshole as well, there was a stabbing fear in my chest when I thought about something happening to him so even though I was having a blast…I was still a good boy.
I paused, where the fuck did that come from?
Did I just think that? Is my cock raging hard at the thought of it? Something was wrong, this kid was…
Mutt nudged me, "Hey, he's talking to you."
I looked up and saw Justin on stage looking at me, gesturing for me to go out there.
What the what?
"Come on," he said, his words echoing across the stadium, "Introduce yourself."
I shook my head frantically as I held up my hands to say no.
"Aww he's shy folks, let's give him some encouragement!"
At first, it was just a wall of noise as everyone there started to scream, it took me a second to realize they were chanting my name.
"Super Boy! Super Boy!"
I literally felt my knees go weak.
Seeing I wasn't going out there Justin jogged to me, my name echoing in my ears the whole time, "Come on!" he said excitedly, "I wanna introduce you!"
"Oh no," I said quickly, "Nonononono…I can't go out there."
"Come on," he said, pulling at my hand, but I refused to move.
"I can't…" I protested…
His smile wavered for a moment, and he took a step closer, "I want to show my dog off, now stop fucking around and HEEL!"
At heel, I felt my whole body jerk and I moved towards him.
"Be a good boy," he said in a kinder tone, and I felt my body melt as I nodded. He led me out onto the stage by my wrist and the second the crowd saw me they erupted into chaos. I couldn't see anything with all the lights, but I could feel the sound of over ten thousand girls losing their collective shit over me like it was a punch.
"My bodyguard," Justin said, "Superboy!" he raised my hand, and they went insane again, I just stood there…paralyzed.
He looked at me, "You saved my life," he said as if it was just him and me and not the population of a small city cheering us on, "So I wanna give something to you," he tugged down on my wrist, and I felt myself go down to one knee. Music started and he began to sing to just me.
If I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go I can take you places you ain't never been before Baby take a chance or you'll never ever know I got money in my hands that I'd really like to blow
There was the familiar fear of being in front of people coupled with the fact he was singing about being my boyfriend…but instead of any of the normal emotions I would have normally felt…I just stood there, huge smile on my face as he began to shake his hips in time with the music.
Swag, swag, swag on you Chillin by the fire while we eatin' fondue I dunno about me but I know about you So say hello to falsetto in three, two
He moved closer and was looking down at me.
I'd like to be everything you want Hey Superboy, let me talk to you
I felt my heart skip a beat when I heard him say my name…he winked at me and then turned back to the crowd and continued the song. I was in awe, watching him move back and forth across the stage effortlessly. I couldn't look away, it was as if he was my own personal sun and I was caught in his pull…never wanting to be free of it.
He finished the song, and the lights went out as the curtain fell, Justin came running back towards me and grabbed my hand, pulling me back offstage. Mutt and a couple of the security guys were rushing us along the hall, back to the tour bus.
"Hurry!" he said making sure we didn't pause, "We need to be out of here before the first person hits the parking lot or we will never get out of there. They'll swarm the bus and we're screwed," he pushed us up onto the bus, "Gogogogo, we'll be behind you."
Once we were on the bus driver closed the doors behind us and took off. There were a few of his people on here and one of them handed Justin a towel and said his room was set up. "Come on," he said to me, "Lemme show you where you'll be sleeping."
We walked down the length of the bus till we got to the back where there was a door, he opened it and the whole back of the bus was one large room with a bed, "Get inside," he said pushing me in and then closing the door.
As soon as it clicked, he threw his arms around me, "You were great!"
Before I could say a word, he kissed me and I felt the floor beneath me tilt…at first, I was shocked, was a guy really kissing me? But all it took was a second before I felt myself melt into his embrace and kiss him back. We sat there, just making out, my whole body leaning into his as I felt myself start to lose myself in him.
He was sweaty as fuck and his scent surrounded me. I leaned into him, fighting the urge to just rub myself against him, smearing that funk all over me…
I don't know how long we stood there but he finally pulled back, our eyes meeting, "So did you have fun?"
I nodded, "You were incredible."
He took a step back, "Thanks," his hands undid his jeans, "Did you like the way I danced?" he asked, stepping out of his jeans and kicking them aside.
I nodded as he pulled his boxers down, revealing his boxer briefs, "Did you like my song?"
Another nod as he stood there, hands on his waistband, his bugle hypnotizing me again as I felt my mouth go dry.
He slowly pulled them down over his hips, "Well…can I be your boyfriend?"
His cock popped free, and I stifled a gasp as I nodded.
He stood there, naked, smiling at me and I could feel my whole brain wait for his instructions…I was his…there was no doubt, no hesitation…whatever Kryptonian garbage that was in my genes had encoded him as my superior…and I was under him…
Or I wanted to be under him?
"Take off your uniform," he commanded, and I began to tear the skin-tight thing off. I used my TK to strip myself in seconds and stand there, my cock slapping against my abs.
He pushed me against the wall and our skin touched, I could feel his slick skin against mine, but I moved and instantly broke his grip. He was thrown down to the ground and I was horrified.
"Justin! I am so sorry…"
He glared up at me in silence for a moment, and then slowly stood up, "Hold out your hand."
I instantly stuck my hand out and he took my wrist, and examined the red sun bracelet, "How do you turn this on?"
"What?" I asked, almost pulling my hand back.
"Turn it on, now."
"B-but I'll turn my powers off…"
"Are you a bad boy?"
I winced and shook my head.
"You know what to do."
I reached up and activated the bracelet, it felt like a blanket of stone was thrown over me as I lost all my abilities and was left as just Conner.
The second I was weak he slammed me against the wall easily, holding me there, "Better…you my good boy?"
I nodded, turned on by how easily he held me, keeping me in place like it was nothing.
"I know," he said, pinning my arms over my head with one hand, "Good boys get treats…" he raised his other arm and I saw the damp pit hair…the scent hit my nose and I felt my nostrils flare as I inhaled…a small moan escaped my mouth…
He pushed it toward my mouth, and I began to lap at it, disgusted by my actions and savoring every single molecule of his stink. He chuckled as I went to town, not caring that I was acting like a disgusting pig, that Superboy was debasing him on some teenage popstar, none of that mattered. All I knew was that I was a good boy and that this was my treat.
He let go of my arms and I instantly moved to the other pit, my tongue shamelessly licking every crevice I could find…falling more and more under his spell. When his pits were clean, I began to work on his body, giving him a slow and deliberate tongue bath over his chest, abs…and then lower…
"No!" he snapped, pushing me down onto my ass. I looked up at him panicked, what did I do wrong? "Hand me your uniform," he said pointing to it on the ground, he held his hand out, "Give it to me."
I handed him my uniform, wanting to go back to licking him so bad…
He stepped into it and there was a momentary pang of regret as I saw him pull it on. That wasn't a Halloween costume, Clark had given it to me after having it made at the Fortress. It was my first real superhero suit…and I just gave it to a teenager I was obsessed with.
Once it was on my regrets vanished…the material clung to him as it had to me, cupping every inch of his perfect body with red and blue perfection. He wasn't as tall as me but that wasn't what people would have noticed.
They would have seen the way his donkey cock slid down the leg, obscenely bulging the costume out as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was talking but I couldn't hear him, all I could see was how much larger his cock was than mine, how much better he looked in the uniform than me and I felt myself grow even more submissive…
"Right?" he asked, looking at me.
I just nodded, my eyes glued to his bugle.
He saw my stare and smiled, "You like this don't you?" Nod. "You love seeing a hotter Superboy," he grabbed his bulge, "One with a real cock…not that tiny thing you have." I let out a small whimper as I winced, transforming into his bitch a little bit more, "I like this too," he said turning around, showing me every inch of his body…making me so hot…
He snapped his fingers and made me look him in the eye, "I'm the hotter Superboy…aren't I?"
I nodded even as I felt the shame course through me, oh god what was this kid doing to me?
"Crawl," he said, pointing to his feet. I moved to all fours and slowly to him, wanting…
"You my good boy?"
I nodded.
"You wanna be my fuckdog?"
Another nod as I looked up at him, his cock so close…
He moved to a dresser and opened it up, pulling out a box. He walked back to me and handed it to me, "Open it."
Lifting the lid I saw a dog collar, the Superman shield dangling from the front.
"You wanna be mine?" he asked, I looked up and nodded, even as I heard the last dregs of my identity die inside me. "Put it on."
I pulled it out, felt the cold leather in my hands as I tossed the box aside. My hands shook as I held it, my ego desperately trying to break his spell.
"Come on Supermutt." He snapped, "Put it on."
My eyes burned as they filled with tears, I was shaking as I fought the urge…
"Put it on!" he said harshly, I shook my head once, "BAD DOG!" he yelled and I let out a sob as I felt myself crumble, "Bad fucking dog! Put it on…NOW!"
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I saw my hands move the collar up to my neck.
"That's it," Justin said with a leer, "Be my fuckdog…"
I was crying now, openly weeping as I put the collar around my neck, the metal clips not yet closed.
"Lock it," he said softly, "Lock yourself up."
My hands were trembling, they refused to move, I couldn't do this, I was Superboy for fuck's sake…I was…I was…
"Come on, be a good boy…" he purred and my cock lurched.
The click of metal was like a gunshot in the small room as I closed it tight, feeling it grip my throat.
"Look at me," he said, and my eyes went directly to him, "Who's a good boy?"
My chest heaved as I let out a sobbing, "I am…I'm your good boy…"
He ran his hand through my hair and pulled me into him, I threw my arms around his legs, and I just let out a wail and cried against what used to be my uniform. I could feel doors in my mind slamming shut, ego, pride, cockiness, arrogance…all of them gone as I wept at my loss…my sorrow slowly being replaced with something else…
He stroked my hair as my tears stopped…my protests faded…and I looked up at him and felt a stab of joy in my heart.
"Who's my good boy?"
"I am!" I said excitedly and began to rub my face against his bulge, feeling it harden beneath my skin.
"Oh yeah get that bone puppy," he said, pushing that monster against my lips, "You wanna suck me off?"
I waited for the knee-jerk no to come from my mind…but all I heard myself say was, "Please sir…please use me…"
I watched as he undid his fly…
"See, every Superboy needs a dog…you gonna be my superdog?" he fished out his cock, "You wanna be Superboy's dog?"
For some reason seeing him dressed in my uniform, cock bigger than mine…I nodded.
"Get it…" he commanded, and I lunched forward, sucking the head of his monster like it had the secret to life in it. I was completely unhinged, desperately slurping away at a cock that belonged on a fucking horse. Pure pleasure flooded my brain as my Kryptonian genes engrained submission into my brain. I not only had to serve this kid, but I wanted to, badly.
One part of my mind remembered I was Superboy, that I was straight, that I hated this…but it was overwhelmed by this urge to serve him. Once I tasted him, I couldn't stop, no matter how much he reminded me I was a world-renowned hero on his knees, serving a pop star punk like a whore. Each time my tongue swirled around his shaft the less I cared about who I used to be. The more I worshipped him the more I wanted to…finally not caring and grabbing his ass and pushing him further down my throat.
He laughed at me gagging, "Oh someone's eyes are bigger than their mouth…come on girl…take your man's cock."
I was literally choking myself on him but didn't care…I needed to take care of my man…needed to service him…please him…
"That's it," he said, his cock slamming the back of my throat, "You like this? You want this?" All I could do was moan around his dick, but it was enough, "Yeah, you're gonna be a good slut, aren't you? My own little superhero slut…you wanna be my fuckboi? Huh, Superboy? You gonna be my whore?"
I moaned in misery as I nodded because I was going to be, I was desperate for it. I knew now there was nothing I wouldn't do to please him.
"I should trick you out…you'd like that I bet. Pass you around the boys? Let Mutt rail you, the roadies…you'd like that, right?"
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I nodded again…knowing I would. I could see myself, on my knees, servicing the whole tour…and how happy I would be…
"Yeah, you would," he said slamming further down my throat, cutting my air off, "You would be my fucking little superhero slut…letting anyone use your holes…begging for more."
My lungs burned as I weakly nodded, my hands falling to my sides…
My throat burns as I begin to choke…my body screams as my mind floods my body with pleasure. I am gagging and choking here, and I have never felt so good in my life. My cock was rock hard again as I knelt there, just trying to take his whole length…
"That's it bitch…take that cock…take it all…"
My hands fell to my side as my air got low…he was just fucking my throat now, dragging that massive cock in and out of my throat like it was made for it. My sight began to blur as I felt his balls slap my chin, all I could do was gurgle as he face fucked me harder and harder…my cock throbbed as he got close to cumming.
"Come on cunt…take it…this is what you were made for…for my cock…my load…this is what you live for isn't it? Answer me isn't it?"
I tried to nod as my eyes rolled back, his voice sounded like it was coming from far away.
"Take my load you slut…take it…"
I felt his cock pulse in my throat, and I could tell he was shooting his massive load down my throat. My own cock fired again…spraying my own cum everywhere as I lost consciousness. The last thing I heard was him laughing and saying, "Good boy."
And then nothing.