I slowly got dressed as Donnie watched me.

It was humiliating how I lose myself; I had literally been on my hands and knees licking what cum had fallen on the floor I could find. It had been disgusting, searching for every drop, the thrill each time I found one, the disappointment when it was gone…god how long did I do that for? He had put his clothes on while he watched me, grunting like a pig as I lapped the floor.

When I finished, I felt my control start to return and with it came shame. I felt my face redden as I pulled on my jeans.

"What's bugging you?" he asked.

I glanced over at him and just couldn't handle staring at his body and looked down, "Nothing."

I heard him sigh and then his shirt hit my face, "Take a deep breath and try again."

God, I wish I could stop doing this, I held the shirt up to my face and inhaled and I felt myself relax some. It was like the best cologne in the world laced with a fucking drug. When I felt better, I lowered and looked over at him, god I wish I looked like him.

"What's wrong?" he asked again.

"I-I'm not gay…" I said, the words sounding hollow even as I said them.

He laughed, "You got a weird way of showing it then."

"I'm not!" I said more forcefully, I like girls, I've had girlfriends! This isn't me dude!"

He raised an eyebrow and I stopped talking.

"Come here," he said, gesturing to his corner.

I walked over, knowing better than to argue.

"Come here," he said patting his lap. I didn't want to do it, I would do the same thing with Cassie, have her sit on my lap to talk to her. It was…fuck it was too much. I wasn't a girl! I wasn't a queer…but as his eyes bore into mine, I felt myself slowly sink onto his lap.

"Look," he said in a surprisingly warm voice, "You can tear yourself up over what you were or weren't," he said, pulling me close. His smell was all around me as his arms moved around my waist, "But in the end it doesn't matter anymore…" I felt myself lean in despite my misgivings and his mouth was next to my ear, "I don't give a fuck about who or what you were before now…" his tongue moved around the outside of my ear and my whole body shook as I let out a low moan, "Cause from now on you're my bitch."

His tongue penetrated my ear and I gasped as my cock throbbed to attention immediately.

"Oh Donnie…" I heard myself groan as I shook in his lap.

"Yeah, my bitch…" he said, gnawing on the side of my neck, "Right Conner? You're mine now, aren't you?"

I nodded as I raised my head, bearing my whole throat for him to do as he wanted.

"I wanna hear it…" he said, lightly nipping, making me jump with each contact.

"I'm yours Donnie…oh god…" I was screaming inside but fuck…something about his teeth on my neck…it was doing something big! I could feel my brain burning as I pushed my neck into his mouth.

"Yeah mine…" he said biting down hard, I hissed as I felt him bruise me, oh god he was giving my hickies! He was literally marking me as his!

"Yes…oh god yes…" I forced myself not to scream, he left another after another. I forced his head down harder onto my neck, this…this was everything! Oh god I was close again…fuck…what was happening?

He moved to the other side and I felt my eyes roll back in my head, "Always gonna be my cunt aren't you?"

Yes! Fuck yeah…anything Donnie…oh fucking anything!" I said enthusiastically.

He marked me three times on the other side, and I came, hard. My whole body shook on his lap as I dropped another load in my jeans, I was grinding on his lap like I was a fucking stripper as I felt my cock just emptied itself in my underwear.

He laughed and pushed me to the floor, "What the fuck fag! Did you just cum from that?"

I looked up and nodded, still lost in my orgasmic bliss.

He looked down, "Look at that shit, you got my jeans dirty…" he pointed to damp spot, "Fucking do something about it bitch!"

I leaned in and licked my own stain off his jeans…and then felt his hardening cock through the material. I began to mouth his hardness through the denim, and I heard him let out a small, "Fuck…" as he got harder and harder. "Jesus Kent you really want this don't you?"

I didn't stop licking, I just nodded as I worked.

He leaned back and let me work, once he was hard, I moved up to undo his pants when he pushed me back with both hands onto my ass. I had no idea what was wrong until I heard the door open, and the librarian walk in.

She saw me on the ground and looked over at Donnie and shook her head, "You're done, you can leave."

Donnie got up and slapped my head as he walked by, "See you tomorrow, Kent." He paused, turned around, took his shirt, and left.

I watched him walk out, feeling horrible all over again.

I went home and took the longest shower of my life. I tried to scrub the shame off of my body, but it was no use, images of what I had done with Donnie wouldn't go away…and worse, as I walked through my shame, I began to get hard.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

I wanted to jerk off so bad, but I wouldn't let myself, no. I wasn't going to keep doing this, I needed to stop. I wasn't a fag; I wasn't his bitch…I wasn't. I got out of the shower and wiped the steam off the mirror and took a good look at myself.

The hickies were already healing, but they were there. At least three on each side, each one a statement from Donnie who I belonged to. I rubbed at them, some part of me taking a weird sense of pride from them. What the hell? I felt a weird sense of…contentment from being his.

I shook my head and walked out, no, I was not doing this. I was fucking Superboy not some bitch. They were good words…but when I went to sleep, I curled up next to his shirt and sniffed it until I drifted off.

Hating myself the whole time.

My dreams were all of Donnie. He was everywhere, all around me, at first it was just his naked form on me but as it went on it became more. Me not able to get close enough to him, me whimpering because I was too far away from him, me crying because it hurt not to be with him.

I woke up covered in sweat in a panic. My head was throbbing, and I had horrible day mouth. I reached for the shirt but couldn't find it, which made me even more panicked, I jumped out of my bed and began to search my room. It had fallen off and rolled under my bed, I grabbed it and clutched it to my face, sniffing as hard as I could.

My headache seemed to diminish as I sniffed…the smell was almost gone from it.

Oh god I was going to have to ask him for another one.

I stayed up and decided to clear my head. I put on a fresh shirt and took flight, it felt good to be Superboy again. Smallville looked so tiny from up here, times like this I couldn't believe someone like Clark came from a place like this. I just didn't get it, this whole town seemed like a waste of space…

I flew down to into Crater Lake and made sure no one was out here fishing or some shit. Once I knew I was alone I began to unload, swinging punches into the walls of the canyon, letting the stress and frustration of the past few days out on the stone. Every indignity, every humiliation, all of it I took out with my fists…hating myself for what I've done.

Hating myself more for what else I am going to do.

The shame was real, here I was, fucking Superboy knowing I was going to debase myself to Donnie and love every second of it. God what had gone wrong? What if someone found out? The Titans would disown me, the look of disgust on Tim's face…oh god I was getting sick to my stomach…

But I still needed to see Donnie.

I got home, changed clothes, and made my way to school. I was dreading this so much, but I was also excited in some way. Oh god I really wanted to see him again! What the fuck was wrong with me?

There were a few people around the front of the school when I showed up, they looked and laughed as I walked by. They all saw me get my ass handed to me yesterday, they thought that was the worst thing that happened to me.

Boy were they wrong about that.

He wasn't here so I went into the Student Union, they served breakfast before first period to the kids who showed up early. Maybe he was in here eating? I looked around, trying not to seem too panicked, my heart racing as I didn't see him. Was he not here? Was he not showing up?

"Lose something?"

I turned around and he was there, waring a letterman jacket from his old school looking…fuck he looked good.

"Cat got your tongue Kent?"

"I-I was looking for you," I stammered.

He grinned and winked, "I know," he put an arm around my shoulder and rubbed my head, "Hungry? I'm hungry."

We walked over to the counter and piled food onto his tray, two helpings of eggs, bacon, some toast, two bananas and three milks. I grabbed an apple and we got to the register. The lunchlady looked at him and he gestured to me, "He's got it." He looked at me, "Right Kent?"

I opened my mouth to protest but I just ended up nodding as I pulled out my wallet.

"Sweet," he said and walked away.

I paid the lady with the money I was going to buy my lunch with and joined him at the table.

"How'd you sleep?" he asked between shoveling food into his mouth, "Dream of me?"

I choked on my bite of apple, and he started laughing.

"Oh shit, I was joking. Well damn…was I good in it?"

I blushed and nodded.

"Of course, I was," he said going back to eating, "So why were you looking for me? I mean besides the obvious."

My face got red as I summoned up the courage, "I…I need something."

He leaned in, "Oh I know you do."

That made me pause as I felt my cock throb, "No, I mean…I need…" I looked around, "I need a new shirt."

He looked confused for a second.

"You know, to…smell?" God, I felt like trash.

His face lit up and then a huge smile spread across his face, "Oh right…so what do I get?"

I froze, "What do you want?"

He finished his eggs and stood up, "Come. Now."

He walked off and I scrambled to my feet to follow, he headed into the bathroom and when I walked in he locked the door behind me.

"Knees. Now."

I forced back a groan as I lowered myself to my knees, I didn't want to do this…

He stood in front of me, his bulge straining his jeans, "Work."

Sighing I leaned in and began to mouth his cock through his jeans, praying for it to be over quickly.

"Come on Kent, get in there…" he said pushing my head into his crotch.

I close my eyes as I worked harder, feeling his cock get bigger under my tongue…I was hating this…fuck was I really on the floor of a bathroom sucking some guy off? But then it happened…the smell sank in…I could smell his balls…through his jeans…his sweat…his musk…fuck…it was…it was…

"Whoa!" he exclaimed as I began slather his crotch manically. I grabbed his ass and pushed his hard cock into my face as I licked and smelt his fucking ballsweat and began to taste his funk. He chuckled. "Yeah, I knew going commando was the play."

I was like a dog with peanut butter, I couldn't get enough! I was making those weird grunting sounds again as I whimpered for more…finally I broke up looked up at him with wide eyes, "Please Donnie…"

He looked down and smiled, "What you want bitch?"

"Please let me suck it, please!" the desperation in my voice was like nails on a chalkboard, but I had to have it, I needed to taste his cock.

"You gonna be a good girl to me?"

I nodded, hating that he was calling me a girl…

He nodded and my hands flew to undo his belt. I could see his pubes when I ripped his fly open, and I could feel my mouth water in response. Oh my god why was I like this? I wasn't gay…I didn't like guys…but as soon as his cock was freed, I wrapped my mouth around it and began to lick his fucking massive head.

Jesus how big was he? It felt like it was even bigger than yesterday if that was even possible. His precum was like candy, I felt my mind fog up like yesterday and just began to lose focus. I didn't care if I was on my knees, I didn't care if the whole school was on the other side of the door, fuck I didn't care I was Superboy…

Right now, I was Conner Kent, cocksucker and was loving it.

"Oh yeah get that cock bitch…choke…fucking choke!" he said pushing me down further.

I forced myself to relax as my gag reflex hit, I needed to take this, I had to. My need to please Donnie was overwhelming, he wanted me to deepthroat him, so I was going to. He hit the back of my throat and I gagged, but I refused to stop. My eyes watered as I felt him push down, my throat burning as he kept going.

"Oh yeah so much better…" he growled, "Come on girl…take it…take it…"

I was holding to his hips as he pushed further, his head clipping into my throat as he stopped and held it there.

"Feel your throat," he commanded, "Put your hand to your throat."

I reached up and could feel his cockhead, making my throat bulge…

"That's all me cunt…that's your man choking you."

Oh god he was…he was literally choking me. The thought he could kill me with his cock was…exciting? What the hell? The thought of dying because I was sucking his cock did something to me…I had faced death before but never like this, never willingly because I wanted something like this so bad…fuck this was messed up.

My cock throbbed as his words hit me, I began to undo my own pants as he slowly pulled his cock out and then pushed it back in, "Gonna throat fuck you, fuck you good…"

He began to piston down my throat as I jerked myself off. My jaw burned as he used me as a fucking hole, I was so turned on…the sounds of him moaning, enjoying himself made my cock ache. I was turned on because he was, and it was just snowballing. I wasn't even paying attention that this was demeaning or horrifying, all I knew was that I was making Donnie happy…and that made me ecstatic.

"Oh, fuck yeah…such a good pussy…fucking perfect pussy…come on Conner…moan for me, tell me how much you love this."

I did, I made a low moan around his cock, all but whining for him to keep raping my throat. My hand was a blur now, but I couldn't cum. My mind knew on some level I wasn't allowed to get off until Donnie did but I didn't care…

All I knew was Donnie.

"Oh baby…" he said, stopping his thrusts and pulling his cock out of my throat, "Fuck…" he removed his cock and slapped my face, splashing me with my own spit, "You love this cock, don't you?"

"Oh yeah…" I panted as I tried to catch his dick in my mouth again.

"Clean my balls…" he said holding his cock away from me.

I dove under his balls, my tongue lapping at the underside of his cock like a madman. Oh god I could taste him, it was like a fucking chemical reaction in my mouth causing fireworks to go off in my brain. I could only fit one of his giant testicles in at a time, but I worshipped them one by one, lovingly rolling them around as he stroked his giant meat above my face.

"Yeah…that's it…come on Conner, show me how much you love my balls…"

I did! I did love his balls and his cock and his body…I felt like I was drowning in him, that everything about me was just being engulfed by Donnie…

And I didn't care.

As I just lapped at his balls, I didn't give a fuck anymore. I didn't fuck about anything. Superboy, the Titans, Clark…all of it seemed so far away as I struggled to please Donnie…

"Fuck I'm close…"

I pulled back and opened my mouth, literally begging like a dog for his load.

I could see the smile on his face as he stroked his cock over my waiting tongue, "Oh yeah you want this don't you? Don't you Kent?"

I whimpered as I nodded.

"You gonna drink my load? You gonna swallow my babies?"

I kept stroking as I nodded again, almost ready to cry I wanted it so bad.

"Shit…fuck…" he groaned and began to shoot.

The first few shots hit my face and I moaned knowing I was losing some. The next hit my tongue and I could feel it soaking in…

"Don't swallow!" he barked as he kept cumming, "Don't…"

I froze, the desire to drink his sum was staggering…

He finished shooting, his giant cock softening in his hand. He looked down, "Good boy…you wanna swallow?"

I nodded frantically.

"You my cunt?"

My eyes were watering up now as I nodded again.

He paused…I whined again…

"Go!"

I swallowed it in one gulp and my cock exploded. It was like a double rush of ecstasy as my orgasm and his cum just flooded my mind with pleasure. I had never cum like this in my life, my whole body trembled as I felt my eyes roll back and my whole life became different shades of joy.

I don't know how much time passed from me cumming to my mind returning to normal, but it wasn't instant. He was standing over me, looking down with a bemused smile, cock still hanging out.

I couldn't help myself, I instantly jumped up and started to suck at its tip.

"Hey!" he said shocked by my behavior, "Stop…fuck stop…NO!"

He slapped the side of my head hard and I backed away, still looking at his cock hungrily.

"What the fuck man?"

I couldn't talk, just stare.

He snapped his fingers in my face, "Hey, up here."

I looked up at him and I felt a swell of emotion in my chest…

"What the fuck is wrong?"

"I-I…I don't know…" I said, on the verge of crying all of a sudden.

He cocked his head in confusion and I felt myself start to unravel. My hands started to shake, and I grasped at his legs.

"What the?"

"I just…I just need…"

He couched down and I hugged him fiercely, burying my head into his chest, I couldn't get close enough to him for some reason. I expected him to hit me or to curse at me.

But instead he pulled me in and said in a soft voice, "Shhh…I'm here….it's ok…I got you."

I was crying now, holding on to him for dear life, what the fuck was wrong with me?

"Hey, come on don't cry…I'm here…I'm right here."

I held on to him like a drowning man holds on to a life preserver, I had no idea what was going on, but I couldn't control it. I was just overwhelmed…I needed him…I needed him so much…

"What's wrong?" he asked, moving my face to look at him, "Come on, talk to me."

"I-I…I just want you…" I said trembling, where was this coming from?

He smiled, "You got me, you're my girl, right?"

I nodded, hating and loving his words in the same instant.

"Then come on…stop crying…if you stop crying, I have something for you."

I felt better, for some reason him assuring me I was his girl made me feel better. What the fuck? I nodded and he heled me up. "Come on, dry your eyes and meet me outside."

He walked out and gave me time to rinse my face off and try to look normal. I went out and he was waiting out in the quad. When I got out there, he said, "Come on," with a smile.

I followed him to the gym where he went to his locker and opened it up. He pulled out a gym bag, dug inside looking for something. Finally, he pulled out a black jockstrap, obviously worn and dirty.

"Here," he said handing it over, "Sniff that."

I took it gingerly, like it might break and looked him in the eyes. He nodded, giving me, permission and I held it up to my nose and inhaled.

And felt myself transported to nirvana.

It was so much more than his shirt; it was like a hit of a drug that just floored me. My eyes unfocused, my cock twitched, and all of my misery just vanished. I was…I was just fucking happy. I looked up at him with a fucking goofy grin on my face and he laughed.

"That better?"

I nodded, keeping the jock to my face.

"Ok look, make sure no one sees you with that shit, but if you miss me during the day, go somewhere and take a whiff, ok?"

I nodded again.

He leaned over and grabbed the back of my head, "Don't I take good care of my girl?"

Another rush of pleasure, "Yes sir."

He winked and ruffled my hair, "Put my bag back and close up my locker, I'll see you at lunch."

I nodded, putting his stuff in his bag as he ordered.

"Hey!" he said from the door, and I looked up.

"Who's my bitch?"

God, I hated the way I smiled, "I am."

"Damn right," and he left.

There was a pang of panic as I wanted to chase after him, but I put the jock up to my nose and inhaled…

And then went back to putting his stuff away like the good bitch I was.