I spent the weekend going over training exercises with the team and trying to read Inherit the Wind, which is turns out has nothing to with fucking wind! It was Saturday night before I asked Tim if he had read the book and he said no but he had seen the movie.

THERE WAS A FUCKING MOVIE!

So, I stayed up late and watched it and…yeah it was as lame as I thought it would be. It was about a bunch of stupid hicks arguing about evolution and I couldn't help but see the whole thing set in Smallville and the idiots arguing about it were just the parents of the people I went to school with.

After that 1000 words came easily.

Tim caught be transcribing my notes Sunday and gave me a look, "What are you doing?"

Shit shit shit.

"Um, copying my notes so I can go over them. It helps me remember what I wrote."

He seemed impressed, "You know I have a thing that will scan the words and digitize them."

"Really?" I asked, desperate to stop writing.

He nodded and pulled out a small wand, "Hook this up to your laptop and then just pass them over your notes."

"Oh, thank god," I said taking it.

"Conner, are you sure everything is ok?"

I nodded, "Peachy with a side of keen, 5x5, copacetic, A-OK, any other pop culture reference you want to add."

He looked unconvinced.

"Look I hate school, ok? I hate wearing glasses I hate pretending to be normal and I hate Smallville. I wanna be Superman not Clark Kent! It just seems a huge waste of time."

"But Clark became Superman because of Smallville, maybe there is something to learn there?"

"Oh, there is, how to tip cows. I mean that literally, they go out, in the middle of the night, and tip cows over while they sleep. Next time I go up against Luthor I'm sure my cowtipping abilities will come in handy."

He laughed which was good, that meant he was buying this, "Well, look, if you need help with this stuff," he gestured to the books I had open, "I can help."

My eyes lit up, "You wanna write 1000 words on Inherit the Wind?"

He just looked at me, "No, I won't be doing that."

"Worth a shot."

He laughed and walked off and I went back to scanning my notes for Monday.

I got back into town Monday morning, I changed into civvies and took off to school, hoping I could get a fresh start on the week. I realized I still hadn't even asked the name of his idiot who was ruining my life. I stopped by the office to talk to the main secretary, she was a nice old lady who was a little sweet on me. I asked her about the new kid, and she spilled the beans.

He had just transferred from Metropolis where he was expelled for reasons, he is living with a relative here in Smallville in hopes he can learn to play well with others. Which he obviously couldn't, and I had a name finally.

Donnie, Donnie Colello.

With this information I felt better, he was just a guy, another normal guy who had an attitude problem. I needed to get ahead of this, I was going to put this asshole in his place and end this once and for all. No way I was going to let some new kid bully me. No. Nope. No way. This was done.

I saw him in the hallway and my body tensed up instantly, what the hell? My feet stopped walking as I watched him take some stuff out of his locker. My heart was racing, my mouth was dry…shit. He was wearing a muscle shirt with no sides so I could see his flanks and the side of his abs. Jesus he was cut…he looked…

I turned around and walked away quickly, I wasn't ready for this, I couldn't do it. Why was I so panicked? I got maybe five steps before I heard him.

"KENT!"

And I froze, my whole body just stopped moving.

He walked up behind me, "Where the fuck you going?" My shoulders automatically tensed up as he put a hand around me, "Where you running away to bitch?"

God didn't this kid know what deodorant was?

"Nowhere," I said, my panic fading quickly as it had hit me, was I leaning into him?

"You have my notes?"

I nodded.

He slapped me on the back of my head, "Well? Give them to me!"

I winced, I felt that! I pulled my backpack off and dug inside for the notes I had printed up at the tower. Fuck! His shirt was still in here! I shoved it down and grabbed the notes. I handed them to him, and he looked them over like he was grading them. Finally, he smiled, "Good work, this looks good." I looked up at him and his face was just…my whole fields of vision.

He rubbed the top of my head, "Good boy."

There was an actual rush of pleasure as he did it and I smiled automatically.

"See you in science," he said walking away, the smile still on my face. I watched him walk away, just marveling at his physique, man he was really built…I adjusted myself, fuck was I hard?

As soon as he turned the corner, I felt sick to my stomach, what the hell just happened? I ran into the bathroom and barely made it to a toilet when everything I had eaten this weekend came rushing up. I felt tears falling from my eyes as I dry heaved, what the hell? Why did I react like this? Why?

FUCK!

I barely made it to English on time, I stumbled in as the bell rang and Radiwan glared at me. I handed her my paper and she glanced over it.

"Next time I suggest doing the work Mr. Kent."

I bit down a fuck you and instead just nodded and answered, "Yes ma'am," as I took my seat. I was so pissed, what the hell had just happened? Why did I let him do that?

WHY WAS I FUCKING SMILING?

I spent the whole class reliving the moment, going back over what I should have said, should have done, how badly I was going to beat the fuck out of him next time. God dammit I was Superboy, not some bitch! I needed to stand up and do something and today was the day.

I stormed out of English and made my way to science; I was storming mad and there was nothing anyone could do to stop me. I practically kicked open the door, hands balled into fists, ready to spit fire. He was sitting in the back at MY desk…. he looked up at me and gave me a grin…

And just like that my hands opened, and I relaxed…

He made a gesture to get sit down and I found myself half jogging to the back of the class to take a seat.

"What the fuck?" he said when I sat down, "You can't just go kicking in doors, what's wrong with you?"

The sorry tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop it, fuck!

"You better get your shit out in case there are notes."

I nodded and began pulling my notebook out again, what the hell?

Professor Wilkes walked in, "Ok class, we're going to be doing an experiment today, clear your desks and get your burners out."

At least I wasn't going to have to take notes for him.

"Well, you heard him," Donnie said nudging me, "Get that shit set up."

I wanted to snap that he could too but instead I just nodded and pulled the burner out from under the desk. I was grinding my teeth as I tried to tell this guy off but all I could do was set up the burner piece by piece like a fucking servant.

Once it was set up, I looked over at him and he nodded, and another small rush of pleasure moved through me, and I hated it. He was leaning back in his chair, arms over his head and fuck…his smell was everywhere. It wasn't bad though, for some reason I liked it a little, every whiff I took was like…I don't know a hit of happiness move through me. My cock throbbed, my body tingled, and again…I smiled like a loon.

I couldn't look away from him, his shirt was barely covering any of his perfect body and I just couldn't understand how anyone could look away from it. His pecs were deep, I could see the sides of his abs and lats in the open sides of the shirt and the dark hair of his pits where that smell…what the hell was that? I met his eyes and froze.

He gave me a sarcastic wink and I looked away.

I fucking hated it.

"We're going to be adding sulfur to iron particles to show the exothermic reaction of two elements. I am passing out a tube of iron and a small vial of sulfur. Do not mix theses until I say so."

He handed us a tube and a vial, Donny took one and began examining it. I sat and waited for instructions when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around and he had opened the vial and dipped his finger in it, "Porn stache!"

He drew two marks under my nose, and I pulled back, the smell horrible. I fell back onto the ground, swiping at my face when something snapped.

I spun around and pushed him back against the back wall, holding him up by one hand, "Back off motherfucker!" I raged.

There was nothing but rage on his face as he glared back at me, his eyes were narrowed, his nostrils flared, and he kicked my stomach. My field was up so it didn't hurt but I still dropped him, like a reflex or something.

He brought his knee up under my chin and again, there was no damage, but I went stumbling back all the same, "Get off me!" he roared and came at me again.

I was able to block his next shot and punch him in the stomach, I was terrified for a moment I was going to punch through him I was so mad, but my fist hit his hard abs and he barely grunted.

"Bitch," he sneered as he punched me hard in the face. I felt that! I went down as he kicked me onto my back and straddled my chest. "You still a tough guy Kent? Huh? You tough?"

His fucking bulge was on my chin! I could feel it through is jeans and…and…my mouth was watering! What the fuck! I tried to get up but my powers were gone again, he saw me struggle and hit me twice, staggering me.

"BOTH OF YOU! STOP NOW!" the professor roared.

We both looked up and saw he was standing there, face red, "Back away from each other now!"

Neither one of us wanted to move but we separated nonetheless, slowly, never taking our eyes off each other.

"Office, now!" he snapped as the whole class watched, "I SAID NOW!"

We both grabbed our stuff and walked out, I wiped the shit off my face so everything could stop smelling like fucking ass.

"You're dead," he said as we walked, no anger, no malice, like he was telling me the weather, "After school today, I am going to kill you in front of the whole school."

Part of me wanted to tell him to fuck off but a larger part, that was growing, was afraid he was telling the truth.

We both got yelled at and detention for the next week. They made us promise that we wouldn't be suspended if this ended now. We both agreed, but I knew it was a lie, this wasn't over.

"Three o'clock, the quad. Running will make it worse," he kept saying, "You got it?"

I felt myself nodding as my heart sank, what the hell had I done?

"Good, because I'm going to destroy your ass in front of the whole school, so everyone knows you're my bitch. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

It did not.

"Answer me!" he snapped.

"Beating my ass sounds like fun…sir."

He laughed and punched me in the gut, "See you then loser," and walked off.

He walked off and I just stood there, wondering how I got myself into this and why was I getting hard again?

I sat in algebra and tried to find a way out of it.

I could just leave, I mean fly away, go back to the farm, fuck all this. But then what? What about the next day and the next? I wanted to beat his ass more than anything but there was something in my head, something I couldn't reach that was telling me I was going to lose. It seems insane, I mean I was fucking Superboy, this couldn't be happening to me.

But I just knew, I knew he was going to beat me up and I couldn't stop it.

I asked myself what would Tim do and I didn't like the answer at all. Tim would just let it happen, he'd know this guy couldn't really hurt him and just take the ego hit to save his secret identity. Tim wouldn't care if some idiots he went to school with cared if he was beat up or not, he was Robin so what did it matter?

Why did it matter?

I don't know but it did to me, I didn't want to get my ass beat, I wanted to destroy this guy. I had to get all this secret identity shit out of my head, it had to be the reason I was acting like this. I was had been so worried about letting Clark and everyone down, I was letting this guy get me.

No more, I don't care who said what, at 3'oclock I was going to pound this asshole into the ground and let the chips fall where they lay.

At least that was what I kept telling myself.

As the day went on the buzz got louder and louder as I walked by. Everyone knew what was about to go down and they were looking at me like I was a dead man walking. Of course, they did, I've spent all yea hunched over, wearing these fucking glasses, tripping over my feet so no one could connect Conner Kent with all around stud Superboy. Just looking at Donnie it was obvious he could kick my ass…

No, I mean he couldn't kick my ass, it just looked like he could because of the way I had been acting. He couldn't kick my ass, I knew that I did. I was Superboy, he couldn't beat me.

Why did it sound like I was trying to convince myself?

I sat out in gym again, the coach had heard what was happening and said he understood and that there was no shame in leaving school early if I wanted to. Great, even he didn't think I could take this asshole. I watched him play basketball again and was struck how good he played. I mean I hadn't really gotten into sports since I got out of the tube. I liked it well enough, but I wasn't a fan like Clark was, it was just at thing I could admire but not obsess over.

But watching Donnie play I could see how people got hooked.

He was a total stud out there, his movements were confident, aggressive, and just everything that you would use to define masculinity. That was just his body, I wasn't even going on about his cock. I mean that thing looked like an elephant trunk bouncing around in his trunks, I was surprised he didn't use it as a weapon to fend off guys trying to steak the ball from him.

Logically I knew I had a better body, I was bigger, more defined, I mean I was freaking Superman as a teen, so I had it going on. I knew I had a bigger dick too, that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt and yes I had no shame in using my X-ray vision to make sure. Clark was packing, which meant eventually I would too and I could see Donnie's cock through his shorts and it looked big but not bigger than mine…

But why was it so much more impressive to me?

As the game went on, I became obsessed with it, the way the thick shaft bounced about, his balls swinging low…I had never once cared about another man's dick before but Donnie's was just…something else. I hadn't realized how much I was staring until a basketball slammed into my face.

I jerked back, my field stopping the pain but not the impact and looked up.

"Put your tongue back in your mouth fag!" Donnie screamed and me and I felt my face grow red as the gym erupted in laughter. I saw a couple of people with their phones out and shit…had they caught me staring? I threw the ball back and tried not to run out of the gym, mortified at what I had been caught doing.

"Where you going coward?" Donnie yelled at me, "Sit your ass back down."

I slowly sat back down.

Fuck, what was wrong with me?

I watched him play the rest of the game, my eyes not able to tear themselves off his package. How can no one else see it? How can they not react? The damn thing should have its own zip code? When he was done he walked off the court and toweled his sweaty body off with a small towel, he looked up at me and took a few steps into the stands.

"For my biggest fan," and dropped it on my head.

I pawed at it, trying to get it off even as I was inhaling like crazy…dammit why I was I acting like this? I heard laughter as I pulled it off my head, now covered in his sweat.

"Tick tock Kent," he said walking off.

I crumbled up the towel and thew it away before I started huffing it like I had his shirt all weekend.

I went to the quad, knowing there was no getting away from this. Sooner or later, I was going to have to face Donnie so I might as well stop running. I kept flexing my hands, wondering how I got into this? I mean why did this guy have it out for me so bad? I mean it didn't matter because I was about to end this once and for all. If this guy thought Conner Kent was a pushover, he was going to be surprised to meet Superboy.

I pulled off the flannel shirt I wore so I could move, and I heard a couple of people talk. I usually hunkered down, kept myself small, wore layers to hide my body but fuck this, I was done hiding.

"Damn Kent has some guns!" someone whispered in the crowd, "Maybe Donnie is going down?"

"Fuck no, Kent's a bitch," someone else remarked and I suppressed a growl.

The bell rang and people started to gather, I just sat on the bench and said nothing, waiting to get this over with. Sure enough five minutes later I heard my name screamed as he walked into the quad, throwing his backpack to the ground, "You ready to die?"

I stood up sighing, control you anger Conner, do not use your powers against this asshole.

"We don't have to do this Donnie," I said as calmly as I could.

He just walked up to me and slammed his hands into my chest, my field took the impact but as soon as he got in close, I felt it flicker, what the hell? My hands pinwheeled as I stumbled back, and he ripped his shirt off as I fell to the ground.

"You're fucking dead!" he raged as he tossed the shirt aside.

Holy shit he was huge!

How had I thought I was bigger than him? He was massive, I felt the urge to piss myself rise as I scrambled back to my feet, not a good time for a power failure!

"You need a lesson Kent on who is in charge here," he said still coming at me as I took a few steps back, "So stop running and take your medicine."

I couldn't talk, my words would not come, all I could see was his muscles move as he came at me. I was afraid, I mean I felt real fear in my chest as I kept backpedaling. What the hell was I thinking fighting this guy?

He took a swing and hit me under across my chin cleanly, I saw flashes of light as I fell backwards. I had been hit by Mammoth and not been this hurt, I fell onto my ass and heard the crown moan as I bounced. He grabbed the front of my shirt and hauled me to my feet, "No laying down on the job bitch, we ain't done."

He hadn't showered after gym I could tell, he reeked, and I felt my head swim from the stench. "No…." I moaned, horrifying myself in the process. My cock reacted again and I felt myself go into that the same trance his shirt had sent me all weekend.

He hit me in the gut, and I felt the air just evacuate my lungs. He hit me again and again and again, my abs burning as he wailed into me. He pushed me away from him and I tried to turn around in the air so I could catch myself with my hands. I hit the ground and felt my head spinning…why was I so dizzy? What was…

I began to crawl away from him, my body not responding to anything I told it to do. I was on my hands and knees in the middle of the fucking quad as he put his sneaker into the small of my back. He pushed me down to my stomach and I groaned.

"Where the fuck you think you're going?" he asked, holding me in place. "I told you, this is happening."

"Please," I moaned, not understanding what was going on, I was sweating, I couldn't think…

He straddled my waist and sat down on me as he grabbed a hunk of my hair and pulled my head back, "I told you this would happen, didn't I?"

Oh god! NO! NONONO! He sat on me, and my cock just instantly went hard! My hips were moving back, pushing back into him, it looked like I was trying to get away from the outside, but I was grinding against him…oh god.

"Noooo…." I whimpered, feeling my body start to shake.

"I warned you, I told you what would happen bitch and here we are," he growled, he hadn't realized what I was doing, he thought I was trying to get away too. I had to get him off me…but I couldn't. My body was literally aching for this, I couldn't stop it! My ass was literally sliding back against his crotch…oh my god why?

"You done now?" He asked, yanking my head back hard, "Or you want more?"

"More sir…" my mouth said as I bucked back, and I felt my heart stop.

He froze on top of me, he was the only one close enough to hear what I said, the crowd was too busy chanting his name to hear me. But he heard, I know it, and I had no idea why I said it.

Then I heard a low chuckle and his mouth got close to my ear, "Oh…so I was right…" he whispered, "Fucking Conner Kent is a fag."

I shook my head, but I couldn't deny my cock was leaking like a fucking faucet under me.

"Right," he said sarcastically, "Well then this all makes sense. We're done here aren't we Kent? You're gonna do whatever I saw from now on, right?"

I closed my eyes and shook my head, no…no I couldn't…I won't…

He pushed his hips forward and I could feel his meat slide against my jeans and my whole body just quiver, "Are you going to do what I say from now on, bitch?"

I nodded and he pushed forward with his crotch, making me moan under my breath.

"Y-yes sir," I said softly.

"Good boy," he said and I felt that rush of happy again and fuck…now I was smiling.

"Good," he said quietly, "So let's put on a show."

What?

He pushed off of me and began to pace around me, "Who's a bitch Kent? Huh? Who's a good bitch?"

I was dazed, my mind couldn't focus as I tried to hold on…

He slapped me hard across my face and the crowd gasped, "I asked you a question."

I looked up at him, mouth half open, seeing two of him.

He slapped the other side of my face and asked again.

I was swaying on my knees now.

He grabbed a hunk of hair and help my face up, my mouth right next to his crotch, "You my bitch now Kent?" he asked, loud enough for the crowd to hear, "Or you want more?"

I literally bit my tongue to stop from saying more sir and just nodded, my eyes were stinging with tears now.

"I can't hear you!" he raised a hand to slap me again.

"YES SIR! I AM YOUR BITCH!"

And just like that my cock exploded in my jeans. My body shook as I came like a freight train, the sounds coming out of my mouth sounded like I was crying, which wasn't that far off. Oh my god I came, I literally shot a load from this. People ran up to Donnie to high five him and congratulate him as I crawled away, feeling like I wanted to die.

A few minutes later the principal and some teachers came out and wanted to know what was going on, no one said anything of course and the principal reminded us we were due in detention.

As Donne and I walked away someone screamed and pointed at me, "Kent pissed his pants!"

Everyone laughed as the teachers tried to get everyone to go home, Donnie nudged me, "Better they think it's piss, right?"

My head down I nodded, "Yes sir."

Another chuckle, "Good boy."

Fuck.