Detention was in the main library; we were put in a back room by ourselves and told to think about what got us put in here. The librarian closed the door and said if she heard one peep out of us, we'd be back tomorrow.

As soon as the door closed, I felt like I was in a cage.

I put my bag down and found a table while Donnie walked to the back of the room. I sat down and put my head down I was so miserable. Why I had I cum? What the fuck was wrong with my head? I felt so miserable it wasn't even funny. We sat in silence for almost ten minutes.

"Hey!"

I turned around and looked at him.

"Sit," he said, pointing at the chair across from him.

He hadn't put his shirt back on yet so was sitting in the back corner with his chair tilted back. His arms were over his head and even though I couldn't, I imagined the smell coming from his pits and hated myself. His feet were spread and propped up on the table, his crotch spread wide.

He looked amazing.

Sighing I got up and moved over to him, I sat down and was eye level with his crotch. I looked away before I ended up staring at it again like in gym.

"So," I heard him say, "Let me ask you a question. You stole my shirt, right?"

I froze, not saying a word.

"The one I threw at you Friday; you stole that didn't you?"

"No," I said quickly.

He just grinned, "Really? You sure?"

I nodded.

"So, if I look in your bag right now it's not in there?"

My eyes darted to my bag as my face grew red and he laughed.

"Ok, so then let me ask you this, what do you do with it?"

I looked down; I just could not believe this was happening to me.

"You might as well tell me, cause if I have to get up and beat it out of you…"

I looked up in panic.

"Answer the question, what do you do with it?"

Sighing I looked away, "Smell it," he laughed, and I added, "It calms me down."

"What?" he was still laughing.

"I don't know!" I snapped, "It just calms me down, ok? I know it's fucked up, but I can't help it ok?"

He stopped laughing and raised an eyebrow and I looked down and prayed he wasn't going to get up. After a second, I heard his chair move and I closed my eyes, terrified.

Something hit my head and flinched…until I realized it wasn't him. I opened my eyes and the shirt he had taken off before the fight was on my head. My reaction was instant, I grabbed it and held it to my face and inhaled…and instantly calmed down. It was like all of my stress and fear just vanished as his smell overwhelmed me.

I don't know how long he let me do that before he said, "Well damn Kent, I would have never pegged you for a queer."

My eyes shot open, "I'm not! I'm not queer, I like girls! I like lots of girls…I'm not…"

He just stared at me until I stopped talking.

"Stand up," he said, jerking his head.

I didn't move, I was locked in place, his eyes holding me there like a fucking snake or something.

He snapped his fingers, "Up. Now!"

The irritation in his voice sparked something in me and I got to my feet and waited, holding his shirt like a fucking security blanket. When I got closer, he put his arms back up, "We're going to have a conversation about you following orders, not now, but soon. Right now, take your shirt off."

"What?" I asked looking around, "Here?"

He nodded.

"C'mon man…what if someone walks in?"

"And what if I have to stand up?"

Sighing I dropped his shirt on the table and then took mine off. I stood there, feeling fifteen different kinds of shame as he looked at me.

"Lose the jeans."

I wanted to protest but knew better, I kicked my sneakers off and undid my pants, leaving me in a pair of tight, white briefs and socks.

He shook his head, "Let's see the whole package," he twirled his finger.

I clenched my jaw and turned around for him, showing him everything, "Give us a flex."

I brought my arms up and flexed, I felt like such a fucking fool.

"Damn Kent…I swear all you fags have gym bodies. All fake muscles just to get laid."

He stood up and flexed and I suddenly felt small and tiny. He brought his arms up and his biceps made my eyes bulge, "See these? These are real muscles made by real work, not some gym bod you get so suck dick. Feel it, come on."

I reached over and felt his bicep and he was right, it felt so much more than mine. I had always thought I was the shit, that my body was just the best, but feeling Donnie's muscles I could tell the difference and just felt…lesser. I moved my hands over his arms and could feel my body react.

He looked down at my cock, pushing against my briefs and laughed, "Yeah…I can see how straight you are."

I felt my face burn as he sat back down.

"Ok, now let's work on your obedience skills…kneel."

"Donnie, please…" I begged.

"Make me ask again and you're going to get your ass kicked."

I felt my knees buckle as I slowly knelt in front of him.

"Better, so let me get this straight. You huff my shirts; you get off on me riding your ass but you're not a queer?"

I shook my head, "I'm not! You have to believe me!"

He just stared at me for a long time, finally he said, "Get up here."

I slowly stood up, moving closer to him. He grabbed the back of my head and I tried to pull back, but it was no use, he was stronger than me!

"You like my stink?" he asked, pulling my face down, "Then get it from the source."

"Donnie don't!" I whined but my face got closer and closer.

"Lick my pits Kent…you know you want to…"

The closer I got the stronger the smell got and the weaker my struggle became. He stopped pulling me in and watched me slowly lean in all by myself, I screamed at myself in my mind as I closed my eyes and extended my tongue…

The moment I touched his damp pits I lost it.

It was like a damn breaking, and everything came rushing out. I lapped at his hair in a fervor, small grunting sounds coming from my throat as I dug in and devoured him. He pushed the back of my head further in but I didn't need any help, I was so far gone…

"Yeah, lap that up bitch, come on…get me clean…"

I did just that, eager, desperate for every drop of his scent I could find. When all I could taste was my spit, I moved to the other one in a rush, causing him to laugh at my exuberance.

"Yeah, not a queer my ass," he mocked, "Maybe not, but you're gonna be my queer aren't you, Kent?" when I didn't answer he grabbed the back of my head and pulled my head up and asked again, "You gonna be my queer Kent?"

I just nodded blindly, desperate to return to his rank pit.

He let me go and my nose and tongue went back to work, licking every inch of underarm like it was a fine meal. I felt drunk, completely out of control as I worked. I could hear my ego scream at me in the back of my head, but I didn't care. Tim could have walked in right now and I wouldn't have paused I wanted this so much.

I felt like crying.

When he had enough, he pushed me off of him, I tried to go back and lick more, but he held a finger up at me and said, "Sit."

I reluctantly crouched down on my knees, licking my lips to catch any sweat I had missed.

He just shook his head, "Fucking shit Kent…you're a grade A freak. You liked that didn't you?"

I nodded, feeling my head still swimming, why couldn't I focus?

"So then, let's test your queer theory out then."

I just stared at him, glassy eyed, tongue hanging out.

He put his arms behind his head and smiled, "Open my jeans."

The words meant nothing for a moment and then they caught up with my brain and it was like someone splashing water in my face.

"What? No! Donnie please, I'm not gay…don't…"

His feet hit the ground and his hand grabbed my cheeks, holding my mouth shut, "Looks like we're having that talk now."

And then he hauled off and slapped me across my face hard as fuck. It stung like a motherfucker and I felt myself go down to my hands. He pulled my chin up and made eye contact, "When I tell you to do something, you do it. You talk back…:"

And he slapped me on the other side of my face.

A small whimper escaped my mouth as I felt my face burn.

He made me look at him again, "Do we have an understanding, Kent?"

How could he be hurting me? My field was gone again! It was like when I was with him, I wasn't Superboy anymore, I was just Conner Kent. Fucking useless, powerless Kent…fuck why did that turn me on?

I felt my eyes tearing up as I looked up and nodded.

"Say it."

"Yes sir," I said in a weak voice.

He nodded, kicking his shoes off and leaned back in his seat, propping his feet back up, "Now, open my jeans."

I slowly got back to my knees and reached out with trembling hands. I undid the top button and then opened his fly, he raised his hips and I pulled them down over his thighs, leaving him in a black pair of boxer briefs with a huge bulge in the front.

He looked like a god, black athletic socks, boxer briefs, perfect body…I felt like a wimp next to him, a small, little nothing that didn't even deserve to be in the same room with him. It was humbling.

"I figured you've been drooling over it from across the gym," he said grasping his cock through his briefs, "You might as well get a chance to see it up close."

I shook my head as I realized I couldn't look away from it. I didn't want this, I wasn't gay…but I just knew, I knew it was the most perfect dick I had ever seen…and on some level I wanted to see it.

"Well come on Kent," he said with a wry smile, "Now's your chance."

He took his hands away and smiled and I was horrified to find my hands moving forward. I grabbed the waistband and he laughed, "Yeah, not queer at all are you?"

I wanted to argue but I couldn't stop myself from peeling the cotton briefs down, exposing the thickest, fucking biggest cock I had ever seen just lying there, staring at me. It was massive! It looked bigger than mine and he was still soft! My mouth went dry as I just stared open mouthed in shock.

"You like it, Kent?" he asked, and my head nodded, completely independent of my control, "Give it a kiss."

I looked up at him with a panicked expression and his eyes narrowed, wondering if I was arguing with him. Slowly, never breaking eye contact, I leaned down and planted a light kiss on the head of his cock, hoping this would please him.

"Lick it."

I closed my eyes and moaned as I did as he said. The moment my lips touched his magnificent flesh, everything else ceased to exist as his dick became my whole universe.

"More."

I did it again and again and felt it start to awaken under me, the shaft filling with blood as it began to lengthen under my lapping. As it got bigger, I began to lick up and down the length of his shaft, his moans made me shiver as I realized he liked it. It was huge! It was like it filled my whole mouth…my jaw ached as I tried to cover it.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

"Come on Conner," he said in low voice, "You know what you wanna do…"

I didn't, I swear I didn't.

He grabbed the base of it, and I knelt there as stroked it, "Still not a queer?" he asked, and I nodded. In response he slapped my face with it, causing me to flinch, "You sure?" Slap. "Really Sure?" Slap.

I sat there in abject misery as he slapped my face with his fucking cock, each smack making my whole body quiver for some reason.

"Come on Kent, only queers get to suck my dick…you sure you aren't one?"

I sat there, that fat dick hitting my face over and over…the urge to open my mouth and suck on it was rising out of nowhere. I couldn't, I wouldn't…no…come on Conner.

He stopped slapping me and pressed his cockhead to my pursed lips, "Last chance Kent…" he said, smearing it across my closed mouth…I had done it, I had fought the urge…I won…

And then my lips moved…and a drop of precum got caught on my tongue…

It was like an electric shock, and I lunged at his cock, surprising him as much as it did me.

He held one hand on my forehead, stopping me in place. "Nu-uh Kent, say it…come on…you my queer?"

The taste vanished on my tastebuds and I could see another drop form on his tip…

"Oh, please Donnie please! I'll be your queer, please let me suck your cock…please…"

"You gonna be my bitch?"

I nodded, desperate.

"Say it…"

"I'm your bitch Donnie…I swear…please…"

He let me go and I engulfed his cock in one motion. Oh my god…I sucked the precum out of his tip and felt my head rush as I craved more…I could only fit less than half in my mouth but I had to have more…so much more…

"Fucking cover your teeth!" he said slamming the side of my head hard, I wrapped my lips over my teeth as I worked his cock over. "Tongue, fuck have you never sucked a dick before?"

I looked up and shook my head, still sucking.

You could see the shock on his face as he realized I was telling the truth; this was the first cock I had ever had in my mouth and that I might have been telling the truth. It was followed by a surge of power as he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down on him.

"Well get better quick fag!" he said as I chocked on his rod.

He slammed his hips into my mouth, not as much making me suck his cock as he was using my mouth as a hole to fuck. Tears fell from my eyes as I kept gagging on him as he savagely fucked my mouth like there was no tomorrow. I held on for dear life until he pulled it out of my mouth.

"Fucking take it!' he said trying to force his whole monster down my throat. I was choking now but he wouldn't stop! I could feel the head of his cock push into my throat, and I panicked as I couldn't breathe.

"You're gonna need to get better at this cunt…or next time I am going to choke you out and let you suffer."

He pulled his cock out and I collapsed, holding my throat as it burned. I was heaving as I realized he was telling the truth; he could choke me with his cock. Oh god I couldn't even imagine…Superboy being killed by a cock…fuck…

"Lay down on the floor," he said as I he stood up.

I lowered myself to the ground and looked up at him. He straddled my chest and brought his bull sized balls over my mouth, "Start sucking."

I took one in my mouth as he stroked his cock over my face, "Oh yeah that's it Kent…wash my sweaty balls for me. You love this shit, don't you? Don't you?"

I moaned yes, I worked harder to bring him pleasure. He moved the other one into my mouth and I cleaned that one as well, he was moaning as he jerked himself off, using my tongue as a fucking sex toy. Oh god why was this turning me on?

"Yeah, come on bitch…lower…get my taint…"

I felt part of my mind recoil in horror as he moved his taint over my mouth, and I began to slather it as well. His moans were loud as I gnawed on underside of his balls, oh god his smell down here was amazing…I began to lick harder as I realized the treasure I had found.

"Oh, fuck yeah, you dirty cunt…get up in there Kent…come on…"

I grabbed his thighs and pulled him down onto my mouth as I dug into him, he gasped as my tongue pressed up. He kept sliding down further and further…until I felt the start of his crack on my tongue.

"Keep going Kent…" he warned, and I moaned in disgust as I began to lick around his hole.

"Fucking faggot!" he roared as he felt my tongue slip into his hole, "Oh eat me out bitch!"

I felt my own cock throb as I began to tongue fuck him, his hand a blur on his cock now. What the hell, why was I letting this happen?

"Oh you're going to be a good fag aren't you Conner? You're gonna be my good fag…"

I moaned into his ass as I began to lick harder, desperate to get him off now. It was like there was a direct line from him getting off to me getting off now. I knew when he came I would cum, there was no way I couldn't. I needed to get him off which would mean I could…I had no idea how I knew this; I just knew I had to.

"Come on Kent…lick my ass…lick my sweaty fucking ass…"

I wanted to do just that, I was thrusting into him like a madman, desperate to get my man off.

Something in my mind snapped…my man?

He got off of me and turned over, "Open your mouth!"

I opened it in a flash as he began top stroke faster.

"You want my load, Kent? You wanna drink my cum?"

I nodded, mouth open, tongue out, afraid to miss a drop.

"We're gonna do this a lot aren't we? You my fag now?"

Another nod.

"Yeah…my own bitch…"

He groaned and I felt the first shot hit my face…and my cock began to unload in my jeans again. He came all over my face, covering me in his load as I tried desperately to catch every drop I could. When he stopped shooting, I reached up and began to suck from the source and he yelped.

"What the fuck!" he said slapping my had, "Fucking get off! Stop!"

After the third hit I was able to stop…scraping the still hot cum of my face with my fingers. He looked down and say the mess in my jeans and shook his head.

"Jesus Kent…you are a fucking freak."

I couldn't answer, I was still licking his load off my fingers…lost in my own pleasure.