As soon as we got off the ride we took off.

There was a nervous energy moving through me as we headed back to Donnie's truck. Part of me was horrified about what I was about to happen and the rest of me was craving it in a way I couldn't identify. Even as my mind screamed at me to stop this my body seemed to be humming with excitement.

When we got to the truck he turned to me, "You ok?"

I nodded even though I was the farthest from ok I had ever been.

He paused and for a moment he looked stricken as well, so I asked, "Are you?"

His head snapped to look at me, wondering if I was mocking him or not. When he saw I was honestly asking he sighed and shook his head, "I don't know."

His distress set off alarms in my head and I became upset, I needed to make him feel better. I reached over and put my hand on his, "We…we don't have to do anything…"

He looked at me, "You don't want to?"

I felt my throat close up as that panic threatened to drown me, "I-I…"

"Answer me, do you want to or not?"

"No!" blurted out before I could stop it. I stopped breathing and he looked…well I don't know what the look was, but he didn't look happy. "No, I don't want to do this! I'm not gay, I don't want to get fucked and I'm terrified…"

He stayed silent.

"I don't want to…but…but…" I could hear the tremble in my voice, "I need it."

His eyes got wide.

"I don't know why…I mean…" I felt my body start to shake, "I don't know why I want it so bad, but I do."

"I'm freaking out too," he admitted, "I've never wanted to be with a guy before! But…" he looked me up and down like I was a thanksgiving turkey, "…but I have to mount you Kent. I need to drag you out somewhere, and just…"

"Claim me." I answered for him, and he nodded.

He nodded, "Badly."

That one word made me shiver and I nodded, "I want that."

He smiled and winked, "You wanna get out of here?"

In a quiet voice I said, "Yes sir."

He actually growled as he started the truck and took off.

We drove in silence into the Kansas night, both of our thoughts racing as we headed towards the inevitable conclusion of our journey. It felt like this was the end of whatever path Donnie and I had been on since we met. Both of us had been hurtling towards this since the very first day and neither one of us knew why.

Frankly at this point I didn't care.

I know it sounds stupid, but I didn't care, my mind had accepted I belonged to Donnie and there was nothing to do about it. I wasn't gay but I knew I needed Donnie to claim me tonight. It felt like I was falling, and I wanted, no I needed Donnie to tell me where to go and what to do. Only time I had felt close to this was with Tim, the way he could just rattle off order and form plans…I got used to him telling me what to do. But with Donnie it was more…I didn't want him to tell me what to do or where to go…

I wanted him to tell me who to be.

"What you thinking?" he asked after a while.

I looked over at him, "How much I want this."

He smiled, "Me too."

That drew a huge smile out of me as I began to get antsy, my leg was jumping as I became impatient to get wherever we were going. His hand covered my knee and he stopped it, "Hey, it's ok, we're almost there."

My leg stopped but he kept his hand there…it felt good.

After awhile he pulled over to a field, it was in the middle of nowhere, not a light to be seen. He turned off the truck and just looked out the windshield. I scooted closer to him, and he raised his arm and pulled me into him. I leaned against him and had never felt so safe in my life.

As we sat there, I began to smell him, his arm was around me and his scent just started to fill the cab. My head started to drift towards his pit, the closer I got the more I became lost until I let out a moan and pressed my face under his arm.

"Whoa…" he exclaimed as I began lapping at his pit, "Oh is that what you want Kent?" he asked, raising his arm straight up, "Come on baby…get what you want."

Small, needy grunts escaped my throat as I lapped at his pit, tasting all the sweat he had accumulated during the fair. He praised me as I rooted around in his underarm, he talked to me like I was a dog who was pleasing his master.

"That's good…such a good boy…get in there Kent, come on…yeah…you like that? Huh boy you like that?"

I whined as I nodded and nearly climbed on his lap so I could get to his other pit. His tang stung my tongue, and it was so intoxicating…if this was being drunk felt like I understood now why so many people drank. I was lost in Donnie's smell and taste, and he seemed to love watching me unspool.

Once he was clean, I stopped and sat on his lap, my mouth open as drool slid down my chin. He smiled and reached up and wiped it away, "Better?" I nodded and he pulled me down for a kiss.

I moaned as I felt him kiss me, his hands pulled me down onto him, God I was so lost in him. I had like this with Cassie but nowhere near as strong. Where I had thought I was in love with Cassie, it was nowhere what Donnie seemed to fill me with. I didn't know if I was in love with him, but I did know…right now I couldn't think about not belonging to him.

He pulled back, "You ready?" I nodded and he brushed a lock of hair out of my eyes, "You're so hot…"

I leaned my forehead against his, "Donnie…" I sighed.

"I know baby, you need this…"

I nodded against his forehead, and we sat there for a long second, knowing when we got out of the truck nothing would be the same again.

"Let's go," he said, and the moment was over, we were out of time.

He got out and I followed, he reached behind he seat and pulled out a folded blanket out along with a couple of pillows. He saw me looking at them and he smiled, "We both knew where this was ending up, I just came prepared."

I watched as he laid out the blanket on the bed of the truck and set the pillows up against the cab. It was oddly romantic to see him set it up and I felt like this was happening to someone else. I wasn't about to climb up there and get fucked, was I?

"Hey!" he said snapping his fingers. I looked up and realized I had drifted off in my panic, "Come on."

He held his hand out and pulled me onto the bed, we stood there for a moment, his hands moving down my body, "God…" he said hungrily, "You have no idea how you make me feel."

I trembled as he felt me up, knowing exactly how he felt. I was so desperate for this, but I had no idea what this was. He groped my ass, moved up my abs and then got to my coveralls…and undid the button.

The top fell off, revealing my bare chest as it hung from my waist. His hands moved over my pecs, pinching at my nipples as he passed them, "My girl has the biggest titties…" he said as he pushed them together, making me whimper, "Big ol titties…"

I began to melt under his touch as he molested me, feeling me up like I was his whore, and he could do anything he wanted to.

Which I was.

He undid the side buttons and the coveralls fell off me, he held my hand as I stepped out of them, and he kicked them away. I was naked, standing in front of him, the night air caressing my body as I let him get a good look at his property.

His eyes moved up and down my body the same way a breeder examined a new stud. His hands traced my abs, moved down into my crotch, and grasped my hard, dripping cock, "Someone is excited?" he asked as I gasped.

I nodded, not trusting I wouldn't just start sobbing for him to fuck me if I tried talking.

He slowly stroked me, "God you are such a stud…no one could guess you are just a fucking slut, would they? I bet guys look at you and think you're a badass motherfucker when you're not are you?" I shook my head as he held my cock by its base, "What are you Kent?"

"I-I'm a whore sir…a dirty whore."

He squeezed my cock, "Damn right you are, and whose whore?"

I looked him in the eyes and then dropped my head, "Yours sir, always yours."

There was a storm behind his eyes, I could see how worked up he was and readied myself as he grabbed the back of my neck and forced me down to the bed of the truck on my hands and knees.

"Get down on all fours you fucking mutt…"

I did as he ordered while he began to strip his clothes off.

"Fucking face down, ass up," he snarled as he kicked his pants off. I knelt there, ass up, my hole winking at him as I trembled waiting for him. I heard him move behind me and heard a feral, "Mine!" before his tongue plunged into my hole.

"OH!" I cried out, feeling him take my hole by force. My face was pressed against the blanket, and I whimpered as he began to drill my hole relentlessly. For once I was glad my powers seemed to fade around Donny because I was pounding the bed of the truck as he touched places inside of me, I had never imagined. My legs were spread wide as he ate me out, claiming my virgin hole as his own.

And me whimpering as I let him.

The deeper he went the harder I pushed back onto his face, God this was amazing! His tongue was doing things to me, making me want things…I could feel my thoughts just get fuzzy as my body began to crave more. I was panting his name as his hands held my cheeks apart, making sure he could get as deep into my pussy as he wanted.

"Oh Donnie…fuck Donnie…" I sobbed as I felt my ass started to ache for more than his tongue. I was losing it inch by inch; I didn't care about being gay or straight or Superboy or whatever. The only thing that mattered was I was Donnie's and I needed him to mount me now, right now…I needed him to claim me as his bitch and he needed to do it fast.

"FUCK ME!" I screamed as he licked harder into my dripping cunt, "JUST FUCK ME!"

His tongue slipped from my ass, and he slammed my head down into he bed, he pushed my body until I was lying down and crawled on top of me, his body pressing against mine, "You're not in control," he said, his voice sounding like a growl, "I AM!" he roared and pushed my head forward, I gasped when I felt him bite the nape of my neck.

"MERCY!" I cried, pushing my ass back onto his hard cock, "PLEASE MASTER MERCY!"

His teeth bore into my neck, and I felt my body shake from fear. He held my hands down and I could feel his massive cock just wedge in my ass, every time I moved, he bit down harder, I began to literally sob.

"Please master…please…" tears ran down my face as I begged him for my life, "I will submit…"

His legs kicked mine apart and I felt him slowly let up on my neck, "Present bitch."

Slowly, I arched my back, raising my ass to meet his cock…I felt the massive head touch my hole and I froze, knowing it was time.

"Mine," he intoned before nipping at the base of my neck and pushing into me.

"Yeess…" I hissed as I felt my hole burn from him entering me. Something in my brain just broke and I began to push back, wanting more…needing it all. "Please master…more…please…I'll be a good bitch…I'll be…"

"Mine," he said again, moving my head back so he could start gnawing on the side of my neck as he kept shoving his cock into me.

"Pleasepleaseplease," I chanted, rutting back, fucking myself on his cock, "Yours, please I'll be good…please…oh god…"

He didn't stop until he was biting my neck completely, I could feel the deep bruises of his hickeys as he marked me as his. As he chomped on me he would let out nearly inhuman, "Mine," between bites, each one sending me further into a trance.

His cock was huge, I knew that well, but I was his bitch, the pain was mine and mine alone. As I forced inch after inch into my cunt, I felt a satisfaction that I was serving him. My cunt was his to destroy, my pussy was his to breed. I squirmed under him as he held me down, marking me over and over again.

We were lost in whatever primal thing this was, he was my master, and I was his bitch and this…this was where we stopped pretending and simply admitted it. His horse cock destroyed my ass as he thrust harder and harder into me. I could no longer form words as I simply grunted each time, he entered me, my own cock leaking, ready to shoot as soon as my man finished first.

"Mine…you're fucking mine Kent…" he began to chant as we both began to come back to ourselves.

"Oh, fuck me Donnie," I cried as he railed me, "I'm your whore…all yours…please…"

His hand grabbed my throat, "You're mine forever, you do what I say!"

I nodded as I slammed my ass back onto him, "Forever…anything you say…"

"MINE!" he screamed as his cock began to expand in my ass, filling me with his seed.

My whole body seemed to shudder as I felt my man breed me…my own cock exploded but I barely felt it over the flood of pleasure moving through my brain. This was it; I was his…he had mated me, and I was his bitch. Nothing was more important than Donnie anymore. Not Tim, not the Titans, not Clark…nothing.

As I felt his cum fill me and drip out around his cock there was so much, I could feel something in my brain bond with him…connect…lock down.

He pumped the last of his cum into my wrecked ass as I laid there, loving every second. I had been mated…I had fulfilled my purpose…I was Donnie's…now and forever.

And there was nothing I wouldn't do for him.

Nothing.

He collapsed on top of me, and we laid there, under the night sky…silently sealing our connection…knowing we were both were we belonged.

The image of Donnie's naked form filled the screen for a moment and then it began to pull back. The monitor showed the back of the pickup truck, the two boys sexual encounter captured perfectly for posterity.

"As you can see sir, the kryptonian has submitted and allowed himself to be mated. I believe we can count this as a success."

"Yes, yes, I see it works with teenage boys who are awash with hormones. We still have no hard proof this would work on him."

Neither man needed to know who they were referring to; they both knew all too well the true subject of this little test.

"I agree that hormones might have some bearing on this I believe that the subject's abilities would work just as well on an adult."

"That's the difference between you and me doctor, I don't risk things on belief. I prefer facts. Continue to monitor, I am curious to what the long-term emotional effect will be on the clone. It seems that the human mind seems to translate the process as affection. That might have some merit."

"Yes Mr. Luthor," the doctor said, "I will do just that."

"The test subject, does he have any idea of what he is?"

"No sir, Donnie believes he is a transfer student from Metropolis and that I am the uncle he was sent to live with after being expelled from his last school. He is clueless."

"Good, keep it that way, I don't want anyone figuring out what we're doing before we're ready to move."

"Yes sir," the doctor said but Luthor had already signed off.

"Well then," he said to himself, "On to phase two."