It took a few minutes for us to get dressed and compose ourselves again. Our faces were flushed, and it was obvious we were drunk on emotion. I splashed some water on my face as he made sure his shirt was on right.

We looked at each other and I felt my heart just explode in my chest, fuck what was this? Was I gay now? I mean was there any arguing it anymore?

"Come on," he said, "I'm starving."

I followed out behind him, feeling like it was exactly where I belonged.

He went to the table with the guys as I walked over and bought our food, he didn't need to tell me, I just knew, that was what was expected. I bought three trays of food, enough for Donnie and me as well as the guys in case they were hungry too. Again, there was that odd satisfaction I was bringing him food, something in me was just…content in a way I couldn't verbalize.

I put the tray down and they all cheered as they began to grab their food, Donnie smiled and pulled his tray closer to him. I sat and waited for him to start eating. As always, he took a bite, shooting me a small wink as he did, and I began to eat as well.

The guys were going on about the tryouts after school, I just sat and listened, knowing the less I said the better. They were all on about Donnie's chances, which I had to agree, Donnie was easily the best player I had ever seen before.

"What about you Kent?" one of them asked me, "You gonna stud up?"

I looked stricken for a moment and then faked a cough, "Oh no, I couldn't."

They looked at me skeptically when Donnie chimed in, "You kidding? He has asthma man; he'd drop dead in the middle of a game."

"You do?" one of them asked me and I nodded, "Oh that sucks."

I felt relief as they went back to talking about Donnie, I kept quiet and just finished my lunch, making sure not to draw any attention to myself. The bell rang and we all scattered, I came up behind Donnie, "Thank you."

He turned around and looked at me and then grabbed my arm, pushing me into the bathroom. He slammed the door and leaned up against it, "Dude, you need to chill."

I froze, I felt myself start to shake in fear.

"I know you wanna be close but…" and he paused, obviously not sure how to phrase it. He took a deep breath, "I know you feel things, and I'm feeling them too but you can't be fucking hanging on me in public! The guys, they are looking…"

I shrank back, I felt like I was going to fucking cry.

"See? Look at you! You have to butch it up! If people find out about us…"

"I'm sorry!" I blurted out.

He sighed and shook his head, "Come here."

He held his hands out and I moved into them, sobbing like crazy. He held me tightly and kept talking, "Look, in here we're fine but out there…you can't."

I nodded into his chest, his smell calming me almost instantly.

He stroked my hair, "Shh…I know…I feel it too bud…I do."

I just held him for a while, trying to get myself under control.

"You ok?"

I nodded.

He pulled back and wiped my eyes, "Who's my bitch?"

I smiled, "Me."

He leaned in and kissed me, "Damn right."

"Wait a few minutes and then come out, ok?"

I nodded and he walked out, leaving me to dry my eyes and get my shit together. He was right, I couldn't be this emotional in public, I was slipping, and it was too dangerous to fuck around with. Whatever this was, I had to have a better handle on it.

After a few minutes I walked out, making sure I kept my emotions in check for the rest of the day. I needed to get my shit straight, in more ways than one. I was never like this with Cassie, I never walked around like I was a fucking idiot. Whatever was going on with Donnie and me, I could handle it, I could. I had to, because I couldn't handle losing him.

I made my way to the gym after school, the guys where all there with Donnie along with the rest of the losers who were about to get schooled by my man. I sat in the bleachers and watched as the coach ran them through drills, seeing who the best players were stage by stage.

I couldn't stop staring at Donnie.

He looked like a fucking god out there, the way his cock swayed in his shorts as he went up for a shot, the flare of his abs when his shirt rode up, the huge biceps…it was hypnotic to me. I was so entranced I hadn't even noticed someone had sat down next to me.

I looked over and it was the nerd from the school paper.

What was it with this kid? He was always around with his fucking camera, taking pictures of everything…it was super annoying. I went back to watching Donnie, if he wanted to sit there, I didn't care…

Donnie went up for a shot and I could literally see his cock flop as he moved, my mouth dropped in awe as my entire life became centered on it…

"Damn," the kid said looking at his camera, "Can't use that."

I glanced over at the kid and scowled, "What?"

He scooted closer and showed me the picture, "No way I can print that right?"

I looked at saw what he was talking about, Donnie's cock was bobbing in front of him, his shirt had ridden up showing his abs…it was fucking erotic as all hell.

"It's still a nice pic though, right?" he asked quietly. I nodded mutely, entranced by the image. "Looks like it gets to you too."

His hand covered my hard cock and I jumped, but he clamped down hard, "Nu-uh, make a scene and everyone is going to see."

I looked around in a panic, he was right, the gym was too crowded to make a fuss.

"Feels like Donnie isn't the only big boy here huh?"

My cock was halfway down my pantleg as he rubbed it, I was about to say something and he interrupted me, "Look at him," he said holding the camera up, "Look at how hot he is."

My eyes fell on the camera, and I felt my blood turn to ice, it wasn't the picture of Donnie on the court, it was me in the stall, riding Donie's cock.

"Yeah, I've been watching you guys for a while," he hand was still stroking my cock, I hated that it was responding to him, "And if you think it's just a photo," he pushed a button and the image started to move, showing me riding Donnie's cock in the bathroom stall.

"See, you can tell you guys are into each other…" he said pointing out the way I writhed and moaned, "Look at the way your eyes roll back…"

I go to grab the camera and he pulled it back, "Don't," he snapped, "It's already uploaded so even if you destroy my camera, I still have them. Also," he swiped the video away and showed images of me and Donnie…kissing…him feeling me up…they were the photos from the fair! FUCK! We had left the pictures behind…how long had this kid been following us? "You understand?"

I nodded mutely.

"Here's what we're going do, I'm going to get up and wait in the locker room. I expect you there in less than five minutes. At five minutes 1 second, I am posting these everywhere. Got it?"

I nodded again.

"Great, don't keep me waiting and before you consider telling your boyfriend and coming in and kicking my ass, these pics and the video will automatically upload if I don't stop it. So if you want to keep this quiet, just do what I say, ok?"

Another nod.

He got up and walked away, leaving me sitting there, heart pounding in my chest. What the fuck was I going to do? If Donnie found out someone knew about us, he'd kill him, and all of that stuff would be uploaded. I had spent enough time around Tim to know that was super easy to do, you just upload the data with a timer…if you don't put a kill command in all of it is sent and boom. Instant ruined life.

I didn't know what this nerd wanted, but maybe I could find a way to shut him up, I mean I had money now thanks to Tim.

I got up and followed him into the locker room, hoping there was an easy way out of this.

He was waiting when I walked in, he had his camera out and was filming me. I forced myself not to scowl, "Ok what?"

"Nope," he said, not moving the camera, "You will refer to me as sir and everything that comes out of your mouth will be respectful. Got it meat?"

I grit my teeth and nodded, feeling the urge to rip this kid's face off just rage through me. This was so different than with Donnie, I hated this, there was no way this kid was my equal. Everything in me was screaming for me to do something, but I knew if I did, I was dead.

"I can't hear you."

I stared into the camera, "Yes. Sir."

He smiled, "Better, follow me."

He got up and walked back through the locker room to a small door I honestly had never noticed before. He pulled out some keys and opened it up, showing a small storage room filled with some video equipment.

"Get in."

I walked in and he locked the door behind us, the feeling of dread rising in my heart. It was killing me I could leave at any time but I was trapped all the same.

"What is this?" I asked, looking around. When he didn't answer I looked back at him, and he was just filming me. I sighed, "What is this sir?"

"AV club," he answered, "Oh which I am the only member, but whatever, it's private. So come on Kent, give me a show."

I looked at him stricken.

"What's wrong? Do I need to use smaller words? Fucking strip!"

"Why? Dude what did I do to you?"

He put the camera down and looked at me for a long minute, "Do you know my name?" I shook my head. "We have three classes together; I've been following you and your boyfriend for a month and this is the only time you've ever noticed me."

"And?"

"And maybe I want to be noticed, maybe I want you to look at me like you look at him. Maybe I just want to know what it's like to own a stud like you."

"No one owns me."

He shrugged and pulled his phone out and began to pull up the video.

"OKOKOK!" I said quickly, "I'm sorry sir…please…I'll do it…I promise."

He just stood there, waiting.

I bite back a sigh and began to take my shirt off, he made a noise and I looked up, "I said strip, as in sexy."

I closed my eyes and tried to ignore him, as I pulled my shirt off slowly, flexing my abs and pecs as I went. I could hear his heart race get faster so I knew I was doing it right. I tossed my shirt aside and moved my hands down my torso, hating every fucking second of this but knowing I had to give this twerp a show or else.

My hands touched my belt, and I felt my stomach sour, but I undid it all the same, sliding it free of my jeans and throwing it down. I kicked my shoes off and undid the top button of my jeans, knowing I hadn't put my underwear on from when Donnie fucked me during lunch.

He saw the patch of my pubic hair and there was an imperceptible gasp, if I didn't have super hearing, I wouldn't have caught it up he literally held his breath as he saw me pull my jeans down past my soft cock, exposing myself in all my glory. I stepped out of my jeans and stood there, in only my socks, waiting for his next order.

His mouth was open behind the camera, just ogling me like I was a pinup calendar. It took him a second to get his words back, "Flex, show me your guns."

I popped both arms up and gave him the whole deal, it was weird doing this, I had spent the last month cowering under Donnie, so it was different showing off to this kid. Part of it felt familiar but more of my brain was disturbed, knowing that Donnie was better than me by far. He reached out and touched my bicep, keeping the camera running, feeling my muscle and stroking my arm.

"It is tragically unfair an idiot like you gets a body like this," he said, his hand moving over my abs and tracing the cuts, "Do you know how lucky you are?"

I nodded, not sure if he was actually asking or just talking out loud.

He moved lower and grabbed my dick, I flinched, pulling back automatically and he squeezed, causing me to hiss in pain.

"You don't ever pull back from me, you got it meat?"

"Yes sir!" I barked, knowing I could kill this nerd with one shot if I wanted.

He let go and went back to stroking me, which did nothing at all. If I had any doubts I was gay this was killing them instantly. The fact a guy was touching me was making me sick, it took everything not to slap his hand away or to at least react. He did this for a minute or so and when it was obvious I wasn't going to get hard he gave off a snarl and let go.

"I'm not your type?" he asked, "Not a big shock, I'm nobody's type, but you're not going to mind are you?" When I didn't say anything, he motioned down, "On your knees meat."

I went down to my knees, and he reached down and grabbed my belt, "Hands over your head."

I raised my hands, and he looped my belt around my wrists, typing them up. I could break out as easily as thinking, but I wouldn't so despite my powers this shitty little nerd has captured Superboy. How the fuck did I end up here?

He kicked at my chest and threw me onto my back, standing over me as he filmed, "You're going to love this."

I looked up at him, "I really won't."

He pulled something out of his pocket and dangled in over me, "You sure about that?"

Was that a jock strap? What the fuck? Wait, I know that brand…that was what Donnie wore!

He dropped it on my face and the smell hit me hard, I instantly relaxed as a low moan escaped my mouth.

"Yeah, you're just a whore aren't you?" he said, moving my dick aside with his foot, I writhed, under him, my hips pushing up against his foot, "All these fucking muscles, just to be played with…right?"

He had one foot on my chest, holding me down, which should have been impossible, but I could feel my powers were gone again! I let out a strained, "Yes sir!" not sure what I was supposed to be doing.

He kept this up for a while, just nudging and kicking me as I laid there, tied up. Finally, he put the camera down and set it onto a tripod, "Don't move," he ordered, and I stopped moving. He aimed the camera at me and then began to undress, "You see that red flashing light?"

There was one on the side of the camera, I nodded.

"That means its streaming back to my home computer, so if you get any ideas about stopping this, just know everything we've done is saved. I own your ass now, got it?"

"Yes sir," I said, trying to keep my focus, but Donnie's scent was making me dizzy as it always did.

He pulled his pants off and he was depressingly average. No muscle mass, pale, small dick, just a normal guy, nothing to look at sexually, but I inhaled and suddenly he was insanely hot! I could feel my cock respond as I sat up, wanting to be closer to him.

He saw the desire in my eyes and said, "So, let's try some simple commands huh?"

I just laid there, hands over my head.

"Say you're a slut," he commanded, nudging my dick with his bare foot.

"I'm a slut," I said eagerly.

He nudged my balls, "You can do better than that."

I yelped and said it louder, "I'm a slut!"

He kept toying with my balls with his toes, I whimpered as I wanted him to do more. He knelt down and straddled my waist, his hands moving up and down my torso, feeling everything.

"This is so wasted on someone like you," he complained, pinching my nipples and making me gasp, "You have no idea how to use a body like this, the things you could do, the people you could control…"

"Oh yeah," I sighed, feeling his touch make me squirm. God I wanted him to do more…please…

"Someone is hard," he said reaching back, stroking my cock.

"Yes sir!" I moaned, my mind trying to remind me this wasn't Donnie but my body not caring.

He moved up and straddled my chest, waving his dick in my face, "You wanna suck it? Huh? You wanna suck my cock meat?"

I nodded as I opened my mouth, he kept moving it away as I chased it around…moaning in disappointment each time I missed it.

"Beg me," he commanded.

"Please let me suck you cock…" I cried.

He slapped my face, "Open your eyes meat…"

My eyes fluttered open, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I knew nothing had changed; he was still a scrawny piece of shit that had a little dick…but my body, my body reacted an entirely different way. I felt my cock begin to harden as I looked at his dick, I knew it wasn't…but it was the biggest fucking cock I had ever seen.

"Open up…" he said, slapping my face with his cock.

My mouth opened eagerly as he shoved his cock in my mouth, making me moan.

"Oh yeah, fucking slut!" he roared as he pumped across my tongue. Logically I knew he cock hadn't changed, he wasn't filling my mouth or making my gag…but it still felt like it was an incredible dick. I was grinding my hips as I sucked him, losing myself in the moment even as I screamed at myself to get up.

"Look at you begging for my cock," he said, grabbing the sides of my head and thrusting into me, "This is where you belong, serving your better…you and all the other fucking meathead around here. Come on Kent, show me how much you want my cock."

I whimpered as he slammed in my mouth, he was going crazy, and I was right there with him. Donny's jock laid over my eyes and the scent was driving me insane…I couldn't stop myself as I slathered his junk, desperate to please him as I felt myself debase myself more and more…

"Yeah, you like that don't you…fucking jock whore…walking around with your tight shirts and bulging jeans…" he said pulling his cock out of my mouth and moving his balls to my mouth, "Fucking make yourself useful and suck my balls…"

He hadn't shaved, so his hairs got caught in my teeth, but I worshipped his balls as I rolled them around in my mouth, hating and loving it at the same time.

"Oh yeah, fucking lick them you cunt…" he sighed.

I couldn't' stop myself, every lick sent another rush of pleasure through my brain making me insane…I felt like I was drowning in lust and couldn't help myself…

"Yeah, you love this shit…" he said, pushing down on my face, "Get used to this meat…you're going to spend a lot of time serving me."

As horrified as that sounded my brain seemed to expose with joy at the thought…fuck me…

"Yeah, come on whore…show me how fucking dirty you are…"

"Please sir…use me," I begged, needing to cum so bad…

He moved down and pushed our cocks together, "Who has the better cock meat?"

Logically I knew I did, I was way bigger than him by far, but Donnie's scent was changing the way I saw things, his cock seemed so much more…so much better…

"Your sir… I want you cock…" I admitted.

He began to rub his cock against mine and I felt like I was being dwarfed by his meat, "Yeah you want me to fuck you with this cock?"

I nodded and whined.

"You wanna feel my cock force it's way up into your jock pussy Kent? You wanna be my bitch?"

"Oh god yes…please sir…" I was a mess, desperate for him to destroy me.

"Imagine my cock pushing past your little pussy, breaking into your hole…"

My eyes rolled back as I imagined what it would feel like for him to fuck me…

"You wanna be my whore? Huh Conner? You gonna let me bitch you?"

"Please make me your whore sir…please…I need…I need…"

"You need my cock?" he asked, squeezing our dicks together.

"Oh god…oh…I'm cumming…you're gonna make me cum!" I screamed as my dick began to erupt.

"Yeah blow that load meat," he said moving up to my chest, stroking his cock, "Show me how much you love this!" he began to shoot his load into my hair…on my face, everywhere…my tongue tried to collect what I could as he painted me with his seed.

He pulled back and made sure the last of his load was sprayed all over my face, my mouth was open, as my body made me try to catch as much of his load as I could…

Inside I was begging myself to stop.

When he was done, he paused and looked down at me with a sneer, "Don't move."

He got up and grabbed his phone and took several pics of my cum covered face for posterity. Once he had it he turned away, "Get dressed and get out of here, and don't forget what I got on you."

I got up, feeling sick, "Yes sir."

"And!" he said turning back to me, "Jock."

I slowly handed over Donnie's jock, not sure why it had that effect on me.

"You have no idea, do you?" he asked, seeing my confusion.

I cocked my head, not sure what he meant,

He shook his head, "Go fucking clean the cum off your face and get out of here. Tomorrow we will discuss your new life."

I wanted to ask him what he meant, but I knew better. I got my clothes and walked out of the small room, running to the shower before someone saw me. As the water poured down over me I had to wonder, what the fuck just happened and why did it affect me like that?

I was in more trouble than I thought.