The next morning ma knocked on my door and woke me up, "Um, Conner, you have to sign for something."
I had to what?
I pulled on some jeans and headed downstairs, where there was a delivery man?
"Conner Kent?" he asked, and I nodded, "Thumbprint?"
He had an iPad thing, and I put my thumb on it and my face came up.
"Great, sign here please," he handed me a stylus and I scribbled my name and he handed me an envelope, "Thanks, have a great day." And left.
Leaving me holding this thing with a questioning look from ma.
"Well open it!" she said with a smile.
I tore it open and inside was a black card and small stack of money! There was a note attached.
"This is easier, every month the account will be recharged, so you don't ever have to worry. The cash is for the fair, it's on me. Tim."
Ma was holding the card, "Gotham National Bank?" she read, "What's this?"
There was about a thousand dollars in twenties on the table as well, I shook my head, leave it to Tim to overdo things.
"It's for the Titans, that's petty cash."
She handed me the card and looked at the money, "How petty you plan on getting?"
I felt my face redden, "I told him I was going to the fair this weekend, he doesn't understand money."
Her face lit up, "You're going? You mean you're not leaving to your club?"
Did she think the JLA was like a rotary club for Clark?
"Yeah, some guys at school wanted me to go so I blew off the Titans for a week."
"Friends?" she asked, her voice quivering with emotion.
I smiled and nodded, "Yeah ma, actual friends."
She clapped and hugged me, "Oh Conner, this is amazing! I have been praying for you!" she drew back. "What are you going to wear?"
"Um, clothes?"
She shook her head," I think Clark left a pair of overalls here, they'd fit you."
Overalls?
"It's ok ma, I think…"
She waved her hands at me, "Go to school, I'll go look myself."
I took my new bank card and the cash and went upstairs, "I put a hundred in my wallet and stashed the rest in my sock drawer and headed to school. I texted Tim, "Dude, that was too much!"
Tim: What?
Conner: The money, it's too much!
Tim: It's only 50k, if you need more let me know.
50k!!
Conner: 50k what?
Tim: Yeah, there is 50k in the account, it will be filled back up to that level every month, so spend what you want.
Jesus Christ!
Conner: Dude. This is too much!
Tim: What's the point of have one of the three richest men as your stepdad if you can't spoil your friends?
He had a point.
Conner: Well thanks, but it's too much.
Tim: Nothing is enough for you.
I paused, reading that a few times.
Tim: As a friend, nothing is enough for a friend.
I smiled, yeah, he's still sweet on me.
Conner: Ma wants me to wear overalls to the fair!
Tim: PICS!! Or I take the money back!!
I laughed and typed back.
Conner: I'm at school, thanks again.
Tim: Not joking, I want pics.
I put my phone away and walked into the student union, there were the guys at the table, I put my bag down, "What you want Donnie?" I asked cheerfully.
He looked over at the counter, "Um, anything good, I'm starving!"
I looked at the guys, "You all want something?" They looked confused for a moment, and I added, "On me."
They all lit up and started giving me orders, I made sure I had them all and bought like three trays of food and walked it back to them. They all cheered me as we ate like madmen.
Donnie slapped me on the back, "Nice going Kent!" he said, his praise making me hard as I smiled.
The guys started talking and Donnie leaned over, "So, what you wearing tomorrow?" he asked.
I rolled my eyes, "Is that a thing? Ma wants me to wear overalls."
Donnie's smile looked sharklike, "That's perfect, wear that."
"What?" I asked, and saw he was serious, "I mean sure, ok."
He nodded, "I'll pick you up tomorrow night, and we can meet the guys at the fair."
"You're coming to my place?" I asked shocked.
He locked eyes with me, "Embarrassed of me?"
"No!" I said quickly, "Not at all!"
"Great, then I'll come by to pick you up around 6, ok?"
I nodded.
He winked, "Awesome."
Was, was this a date? Was he picking me up for a date?
Why did that make me happy?
The rest of the day I was giddy, I don't know why I was so excited about Donnie picking me up for the fair, but I was. I hadn't been this excited when I asked Cassie out, what the hell? I wanted to stress about that, but I couldn't, I was too excited.
In science we watched another movie, which left us time to talk.
"So, my girl excited for tomorrow?" he whispered in my ear.
I was so happy that even being called a girl didn't upset me, I nodded, pretending to watch the movie so no one could see us talking.
His hands moved up under my shirt and began to play with my nipples, "We're gonna have so much fun."
I bit my bottom lip to not moan out loud as he molested me in the back of the class while everyone watched the movie.
"Don't make a noise," he said seeing me fight it, "You want them to turn around and see you getting your titties played with?"
God he was really twisting them, my cock was crying out in my jeans as I squirmed my seat. He moved up closer and I felt him lick around my ear and my whole body shuddered in response, it was like my body was an instrument and he knew exactly how to play it to make me crazy.
"I should make you cum right now, shoot your load in front of all these people…show them whose bitch you are."
Oh god that sounded terrifying but why did I want it so badly?
"But I'm not, know why?"
I shook my head again, strangely disappointed.
And he pulled his hands back, "Cause that's the last time I touch you until tomorrow night."
I turned back and looked at him, realizing I was in a panic, "What?"
"Quiet back there," the teacher said, not looking up.
Fuck, in a whisper I asked, "Why?"
He leaned in, "Cause you aren't to be touched until the fair. By me or you!" he said smiling, "And I will know, so promise me right now. You won't get off until I say so…"
God I was so hard.
"Can't I suck you off one last time?" I pleaded, not believing I was begging.
"Nope, this is a no-fly zone. Promise me, now."
I sighed and nodded, "I promise, no touching myself until you say so."
He winked at me and leaned forward to watch the movie.
Leaving me with a painful case of blue balls and a whole day to do nothing about it.
When we got to lunch, I pulled him aside, "Please, just real fast in the bathroom," I pleaded.
He shook his head, "No and no."
He walked in leaving me aching. I bought us all lunch and they talked while I tried to will my cock to calm down, but it wasn't listening. I tried not to stare at Donnie the whole meal, mentally begging him to fucking get me off.
When we were done, we all headed towards gym and I pulled Donnie back, "Please?"
He shook his head, "Bad dog!" he snapped, "Bad, I said no."
"Come on Donnie!" I whined.
He looked around and saw we were alone and pushed me against the wall, "I said no slut, and that means no." He cupped my hard cock through my jeans, "Which means this stays in your pants until tomorrow night. Got it?"
I nodded, thrusting my groin into his hand.
He laughed and slapped my balls hard, making me wince, "Nice try Kent…but no."
I groaned as he walked into the locker room, leaving me harder than I was before.
We changed out for gym, but it was impossible to hide my hard on, which the guys thought was hilarious.
"Damn Kent!" one of them laughed, "You're gonna kill someone with that thing!"
Another one tapped it as he walked by, "Jesus Conner, buy me dinner first!"
Donnie walked by and squeezed one of my asscheeks, "So hot." And walked out.
God dammit!
We walked out and the coach was standing there with another guy, "Alright settle down, we're going to be doing the president's physical challenge. Buddy up and find a mat."
Donnie's arm moved around my shoulder, "Come on Kent, you're mine."
That was not helping my cock get softer.
We found a map and were told we had a series of exercises we had to do in a certain amount of time. We had to start with pushups, which Donnie did first. He took position and began to rattle off his count like it was effortless. His arms looked like they belonged on a cartoon they were so big, I was entranced by the way they swelled with each rep, I could see the muscles on his back move as he went up and down…
It was the hottest thing I had ever seen.
He rattled off almost a hundred in two minutes and was covered in sweat by the time he was done. He won by and landslide and he bodybumped me in celebration, I was covered in his sweat and was…just overwhelmed for a moment.
"Your turn," he said with a smile, he knew what he was doing to me.
I shook my head and took my position, he knelt next to me and whispered, "Damn look at that ass my girl has…"
I felt myself blush.
The coach's whistle blew and I started to do my pushups, I had shot off ten of them when Donnie said, "Lower…" I automatically went lower with my reps, and he said it again. I went lower and then gasped as I felt my cock slap against the mat. His chuckle was like a drug, "Faster."
I began to speed up, my cock slapping against the mat over and over, Donnie's scent everywhere while he kept talking.
"Come on Kent…faster…lower…come on stud…more…"
I was basically jerking myself off on the mat now, each time my cock hit the surface I felt a surge, Donnie's scent and voice driving me faster…
"Come on Kent…get it…get it…"
I was pushing down as I hit the mat, my eyes were closed as I felt myself get closer and closer…
"If you cum you're dead," he said, and I felt my body seize up. FUCK!
His mouth was right next to my ear, "I told you Kent, no cumming…you arguing with me? You not doing what I say?"
I was shaking now, I wanted to do what he said, I did…fuck…I was trembling now, and my pushups slowed to almost nothing…
"Yeah, that's what I thought…" he sneered.
I collapsed onto the mat, trying to calm myself down as people kept doing pushups. I watched as they passed my number easily and I knew the cover story about me being a nerd was protected again. God that was frustrating, I could have owned this.
"How did he do?" the coach asked Donnie as he walked by.
"43," Donnie said, and I heard the coach chuckle.
"Nice try Kent, good effort."
Donnie slapped my back, "Nice effort."
Next were sit-ups, Donnie went first as I held his feet. I watched his abs as he slammed rep after rep, wondering how fucking good he looked…and how badly I wanted to service him. He was soft but it was so obvious how hung he was from where I was sitting. God…why was he doing this to me? I needed to get him off…
"What was his count, Kent?" the coach asked, and I looked up confused.
"Sit-ups, how many did he do?"
I had literally zoned out lusting after him, but Donnie chimed in with, "102 coach."
Coach nodded and wrote something down, "Damn nice work…" and walked off.
Donnie slapped the side of my head, "Stare any harder and you'll burn my shorts off!"
I blushed and laid down on my back.
He held my feet and grinned, "That looks painful," he said looking at my cock, "You gonna be able to make it?"
The coach blew his whistle and I started, I felt Donnie move his knees over mine as his hands moved up my calves, "Don't lose focus," he said as I felt him feel me up, "You got this…"
"Donnie…" I whined as I felt my body react to his touch…this was not fair!
He laughed, "Concentrate! Ignore me…" which was impossible as he was tickling the underside of my thighs as well.
His fingers got to the underside of my shorts, and I jumped, effectively ending my count. "You're cheating!" I said and he just shrugged.
"What can I say? I'm just better."
The coach came by to get my count and when Donnie told him I could see the disappointment on the man's face, "Least you tried Kent," and walked by, "Ok last round is a run…"
Donnie slapped my leg, "Up and at em bitch…"
I got up as we all lined up for the run. It was six laps around the baseball field as fast as we could. Donnie nudged me, "Keep up and there's a surprise for you."
My eyes got wide, and he winked.
The coach blew his whistle, and we all took off. Donnie was a beast and took an early lead, the guys kept us with us but fell back after the second lap. By the third it was just Donnie and me and I couldn't pass him. I mean that literally, I could not pass him if I wanted to. Every time I got up to him something would happen, and I'd fall back, it was like my legs would not let me take point no matter what.
At the last lap we were pushing it, both of us were covered in sweat as I tried once again to pass him. I had frickin super speed sand I couldn't beat him! Once again, my powers just seemed to switch off when it came to Donnie, I wanted to beat him but…
But I never would.
That thought slammed home out of nowhere, I would never beat him. No matter how hard I tried or how much I pushed, I would never be better than Donnie. I should have been pissed, I should have been furious, but instead there was a calmness. It was like…I knew my place…and…I belonged there?
We had easily lapped the fastest people by far and the coach said we could hit the showers, we were done. The locker room was empty, Donnie laughed as he pulled his shirt off, "Almost had me Kent…close but no cigar."
I shook my head as I watched him undress, "I tried…"
"I said all you had to do was keep up, so get over here for your reward."
I walked over to him, and he gestured me to kneel, which I did willingly. God I was so hard…I looked up at him eager.
"Close your eyes, open your mouth…" he said.
As always, I did what he said and waited…
Drops began to fall on my face and I opened my eyes to see him wringing his shirt off…raining sweat down on me. I opened my mouth and began to catch what I could, each one sending my body into overdrive…he laughed as I moved my face back and forth, trying to catch each one…
The scent was everywhere, and it hit me, I was being covered in it, in Donnie's scent! He was marking me, claiming me as his…and I loved it…I was obsessed with it! I closed my eyes and let each drop fall on me, making me Donnie's
One lone, fat drop landed on the center of my tongue and my body lost it. I began to shake as I came, blowing a load in my gym shorts, letting out a muffled cry as I felt my cock just keep shooting. It felt so fucking good…so freeing…
And then it didn't.
"Stupid slut!" Donnie raged and slapped me across the face. I was so caught up in my orgasm all I could do was fall to the floor. Again my powers refused to work on Donnie, I shouldn't have felt anything but my cheek burned from the slap and I could feel his foot press down on my balls.
"FUCK!" I screamed as he held it there, pressing down but not enough to crush them.
"When I tell you not to cum, I mean not to cum," he said pressing down to make his point, "I own these, they are mine. Say it!"
"They're yours Donnie, they're yours!"
His foot moved and I sighed in relief but then I felt his hand grab them, "From now on you cum only when I say so. Disobey me and I will take these away from you. Got it?"
I looked up at him and nodded in panic.
"Here's how it's going to go down," he said letting go of my balls and standing up, "You're going to take this," he slipped his shorts off and tossed his wet jock at me, "And sleep with it…and NOT cum. You can't lie to me…so I will know. And so help you if you end up cumming…"
"I won't Donnie…I swear!" I promised him, terrified of what was going to come out of his mouth next.
"I'm not kidding Kent…you will learn to obey or else."
"I will Donnie, you have my word."
He shook his head, "No Conner, I have your balls, don't forget that."
He turned and walked into the shower, leaving me with a set of aching balls and the shame I had failed Donnie. I changed quickly and left, not knowing if I could handle seeing the disappointment in his face again.
All ma could talk about during dinner was the fair, pa joined in and it was 40 minutes of every single time they went over the years. When they got to someone named Lana I asked to be excused since I had homework.
I opened my books, even tried to read a page…but all I could think of was the used jock in my jeans. I tried to ignore it, but I lasted almost five minutes before I went and pulled it out and put it up to my face.
I inhaled and the scent hit me, filling me with happy and making my cock throb.
Fuck, this was a mistake.
I knew I should put it away, tuck it under my pillow but I can't, all I can do is smell it and relish the way it makes me feel. I want to jack off so bad, images of Donnie and his body fills my mind…but I can't…
Sighing I give up and undress and get into my bed. With the lights out it is easier to just lay down and hope I can sleep before I break and jerk off. With the jock over my face, I lie there, and feel my cock throb with each breath. I feel myself start to drift off and I imagine Donnie there with me, on my face…and I am servicing him. I lick the jock, imagining it was Donnie's ass and I was bringing him pleasure…
In my dream I forced my tongue into his hole and his moans just drive me insane…I felt him reach him back and grab my cock…I whimper as I feel his hand grip my cock as I eat him out harder…
"WHAT DID I SAY?" I heard Donnie roar as something grabbed my balls and squeezed. I woke up instantly, screaming, the feeling of my balls in a vice was agonizing.
It took me a second to realize I was alone, and my powers were hurting me! My TK had grabbed my balls and wouldn't let them go!
"Ok, ok!" I said out loud, pleading with myself, "I won't cum!"
Slowly, agonizingly slow, my TK lessened and let go, leaving me panting in my bed, feeling like I was going to throw up. Seems like I couldn't disobey Donnie even when I was alone…
I was his, all the time now.