I stumbled out into the locker room, dazed.
My mind was reeling as it was trying to come to terms with the last hour. My body was trying to process it as if I had just been with Donnie, but my mind knew better and it…hurt?
I wasn't being a bitch; I had a pounding headache as I realized I had just been used for sex by that nerd. I wasn't just talking about feeling guilty or disgusted, I mean there was actual pain in my head as I walked out into the gym, what the hell was happening?
Tryouts were almost over, wait, how much time had passed?
I checked my phone and saw it was closer to a half hour than how it felt. I climbed back into the stands and tried to breathe through my headache, but seeing Donnie go for a layup just made it worse. What the hell?
I left and found a water fountain, some cold water on my face helped, but there was still something wrong. It was like my brain was…punishing me? How could that be though? I mean sure I felt like shit for having that done to me…but headaches?
People came out of the gym, and I realized tryouts were over, I walked back in and found the guys toweling off, talking about how they did. Just looking at Donnie made me emotional, it took every ounce of effort not to run to him and just hold on to him. But I knew better, rationally, so I just walked up and nodded, "You guys looked good."
They laughed and held their hands up for a high five but Donnie said, "Hey Conner you got that thing in your locker? I need it."
I nodded, even though I had no idea what he was talking about.
"We'll be right back," he said, leading me out of the gym. As soon as we were clear he pushed me into the closest bathroom and slammed me up against the far wall. Instead of talking he sniffed my shirt and up to my neck, I closed my eyes and tried not to whimper as he kept sniffing me.
Finally, he pulled back and looked me in the eyes, "Who do you belong to?"
That was the last straw, I broke down and just buried my face in his chest, "You Donnie, only you…"
I was sobbing, trying to kiss him but he kept moving his face up, he was stoic as I tried to get his approval. I couldn't tell him what happened, if he knew someone else knew he'd freak, but on the other hand I was desperate to apologize…
"Please…" I begged and he sighed.
His posture changed and his arms wrapped around me, "Sorry, I don't know where that came from."
"It's ok, it's ok," I assured him, hating I sounded so weak but loving he wasn't mad at me.
"Did I look good out there?" he asked, and I looked up with a huge smile.
"You looked amazing."
You'd think someone as amazing as Donnie wouldn't need my approval but I could see the pride in his eyes as he took my compliment to heart.
"I mean it, if there weren't people around, I would have jerked off to you in the stands."
He gave me a smile, "I have better use for your body."
I felt myself blush.
"Hey, we need to get out there, me and the guys are gonna go grab some food. You wanna come?"
I did, but I had to clear my mind, I needed to get back to normal.
"I got chores," I said, not lying, but not the reason I was begging off.
He nodded, "You wanna get to school early so I can fuck you in a stall before class?"
God did I, but I thought about the nerd spying on us and froze, "I don't know if school is the best place, we need to find a place where we know it's safe," I said.
"I hadn't thought about that, you have a place in mind?"
"My room is in the barn," I said, "Before school pa is way out in the field, it's safe."
He grinned, "You want me to come by and fuck you in your bed?"
My cock was already hard, "Please?"
He made a growling sound as he bit my neck lightly, making me shiver, "6am?"
I nodded.
He nipped one last time and then pulled away, adjusting himself in his shorts, "Look what you do to me Kent."
I fought the urge to drop to my knees right there, instead I just shrugged and said, "Sorry?"
He rolled his eyes and walked out, leaving me to figure out what to do with this fucking nerd! My first thought was to call Tim, but I shot that down instantly. I couldn't bring him into this, there was no way to explain Donnie much less the nerd…no…no Tim. I couldn't tell Donnie anything, he would go nuclear on the kid and that would just make things worse. The only thing I could think of was talk to the nerd, try to see what he wanted.
But I knew what he wanted, me.
I fell asleep running the problem around in my head, no closer to an answer than when I was at school.
"Conner!" Ma's voice called up, "Conner wake up, you got a visitor."
I slowly woke up and looked out my window and saw Donnie standing next to Ma, so much for early morning sex.
"Get dressed and come down, I'll make you boys breakfast."
I threw on some clothes and went into the house and saw Donnie sitting at the table while Ma talked his ear off.
"…use used to belong to the Luthors, didn't know they sold it."
"Um, I don't know ma'am, I just moved here this year."
Ma looked at me, "Did you know he lives out at the old Sullivan place?" I looked at her confused, "Clark had a friend who lived there back in the day, I had heard the Luthors bought it when they moved."
"Well shoot ma, Luthor owns half this town, what's one more house," I said sitting down.
She made a sound but went back to cooking, I leaned over to Donnie, "She caught you huh?"
He nodded, keeping his eyes on her, "She has like eagle eyes! I never had a chance."
I laughed a little as she put our food down, "So how did tryout go?"
"I think I made the team ma'am," Donnie said, it sounded so weird hearing him be so respectful. Like he was just a normal guy like me.
"I wish Conner could play," she said putting a hand on my forehead, "But he tires easily."
"I've seen him work up a sweat," Donnie said with a smirk, and I kicked him under the table.
"Well, you boys eat up, you don't want to be late," she said walking out of the kitchen.
"Did you just kick me?" he asked, in a playful tone but still serious.
I smiled, "Yep, guess you have to punish me."
He gave me a look that made me shiver and there it was again, that connection, that unspoken thing. There was like a whole conversation being told between us but neither one of us said one word. I was teasing him, and he was going to mount me for it…and we were both thrilled about it.
"So let's go off campus for lunch," he said in a low voice, "Somewhere private?"
I felt my body vibrate in response, I nodded quickly, knowing if I talked I was going to say something stupid.
He took one of the sausage links off my plate and bit in half, tearing at the meat as he chewed. Who the fuck would have thought eating was a turn on?
"You boys better hurry," Ma called from the other room.
"Yes ma'am!" we said simultaneously and then began to bust up, we rushed out the door and into his truck. We soon as we were off the property, he pulled me in and kissed me so hard I thought my lungs were going to burst. He pulled back and stared into my eyes, "My bitch."
My cock was actually dripping as I nodded, "Always."
He winked and we drove to school.
Once we got into the parking lot he changed, he sat up straighter, moved more to his side of the cab, it was obvious he wanted us to just look like friends and I can't say I blamed him. I mean I still didn't feel gay, and Donnie was anything but queer, but every time we were near each other we were pulled closer…and it was getting to both of us.
He parked and sighed, "You ready?"
It sounded like he was talking about school, but he wasn't, he was talking about going through a whole day trying to pretend what was going on was normal. How we sat in different classes every period wondering where the other one was. How the moment we saw each other we had to fight the urge to run at each other. All of it, we had to ignore and just pretend…
I nodded, "Let's do this."
He smiled and we got out, I followed him into the student union where I bought our breakfast and joined him at the table with the guys. I sat down to them talking about if they made the team or not, I just sat and waited for Donnie to eat so I could start when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out and saw it was a grainy video of me and Donnie on the Ferris wheel with a text that said, "Meet me out in front of the school first period."
Fuck.
"Problems?" Donnie asked me.
I deleted the text and stashed my phone, "Nah, Ma making sure I grabbed my inhaler before I left."
He made a face, and I knew he knew I had lied, but he also knew if I was lying, I was doing it to cover our ass. He nodded and went back to talking, while I began to sweat again.
"I'm not feeling well," I said after a few, "I'm gonna go to the nurse."
The guys looked over at me while Donnie asked, "You ok?"
I nodded and grabbed my backpack, "I'll be good, I'll see you guys at lunch."
I stopped by the office and told them I was going home; ma and pa had set things up if I needed to take off to Titan's stuff I could go by the office and say I was sick. That way I wasn't making up a million excuses why I was missing class. The secretary asked if I was going to be ok, I gave her a smile and nodded, hating that I was lying to her, but I didn't have a choice.
The nerd was waiting out front with a smug look on his face, "Took your time."
"I'm here, aren't I? What?"
He clicked his tongue as he pulled out his phone, "I see someone has forgotten all the rules…"
Fuck.
"I'm here sir, I'm sorry I was late."
He paused and looked up, "I swear meat, one more…"
I shook my head, "Please sir…" God I hated this shit.
He seemed to accept that and put his phone away, "Come on."
I wanted to ask where we were going but I knew better by now, I was just a passenger in all this, I'd know where we were going when we got there. He had a small, Toyota thing that had a ton of junk in the back seat. It looked like a Best Buy blew up in there. He tossed his bag in the back and said, "Get in."
I moved the stuff off the passenger seat and got in, he saw the look on my face, and he said, "Not all of us can have fancy as cars."
I put the seat belt on, "I don't have a car."
He looked at me for a second, "How do you not have a car?"
It was a question no one had asked me yet, thankfully. I spent most of my time flying or speeding around that getting a car seemed stupid, until now.
"We can't afford one," I half lied, if I wanted one, I am sure we could find one, but I never learned to drive so why would I want one?
He nodded, "Yeah, I get that."
We drove in silence as we headed out into the boondocks. Smallville was mostly a few city blocks and then miles and mile of farmland, so I wasn't shocked to find that he lived in the middle of nowhere. We drove down a long driveway and I saw his house…and realized I knew this house.
"You live in satellite house?" I asked.
It was a house similar to the Kents, except it had three huge satellite dishes on the roof and a dozen smaller ones all over. Everyone knew about this house but honestly I had never heard anyone knowing who lived here or why it was covered with dishes.
"I hate that name," he said, getting out of the car.
"Sorry, but I never knew who lived here."
"I'm not surprised, no one has ever bothered to talk to me so how could they know?"
He sounded so bitter it was sad, "So what's with all the dishes?"
"My dad handles the IT for Digital Wave, when he replaces a dish he takes the old one home and sets it up here," he said unlocking the door, "We can literally watch TV from Japan on a clear night, take your shoes off."
I slipped my sneakers off as I followed him through the house. It was filled with electronics everywhere, it looked like his dad took his entire job home. The nerd's room wasn't any better. There were no less than four computers set up with screens just flashing data, it honestly looked like the room Tim would have if he didn't have a billion dollars.
"What's all this?" I asked, looking around.
"It's called the internet meat," he said sitting down in a chair, "So let's get down to business."
Sighing I began to pull my shirt off.
"Whoa," he said stopping me, "I like where your head's at but we have more important things to deal with first."
I pulled my shirt down, humiliated.
"So let me ask you a question, you gay?"
I know I made a face, "No."
He said nothing, just stared at me for a long minute.
"What? I'm not!"
After a while he said, "You know what, I believe you. I didn't at first, but I've been watching you guys, and I believe you."
"Um, ok," I said, not sure what to say next.
"Yet you ride Donnie's cock like you love it," he commented, "How's that work?"
I said nothing.
"I was right!" he said getting up, "You don't know do you?"
I shook my head, wondering what he knew that I didn't.
"So if I told you to suck my dick, you'd be what, disgusted?"
I didn't say anything.
"It's ok, tell the truth."
"Yeah, makes me want to puke."
"Ok," he said grabbing a plastic bag and pulling out a shirt, "And now?"
He pushed the shirt into my face, and I instantly smelled Donnie. My mind did a backflip as I inhaled and forgot where I was. I grabbed it with both hands and held it up to my face, it was like a drug I needed a hit from badly…
"Look at me," he ordered, pulling the shirt off my face. I looked up at him and was struck on how hot he was…how did I keep missing it? He was holding his cock, and even though I knew it was small…it looked like the biggest cock I had ever seen. "You wanna suck it?"
I nodded, mouth open.
"Beg me."
"Please sir…please…" I heard myself whine…God why did he tease me like this?
He held up a vial and pushed it under my nose, "Inhale…"
I took a deep breath…what the fuck! I scrambled back from him, wondering what the hell had I been thinking! He took a step towards me and I back peddled more…
"Sniff the shirt," he said. I didn't know what he was talking about for a moment and then I realized I had Donnie's shirt still in my hand. I slowly brough it up to my face and sniffed…
And my eyes fluttered as I felt myself relax.
"Suck me," he said, steeping towards me.
I moved forward, shoving his cock in my mouth as I began to lick around his head, he pulled my head down as I moaned. "Yeah, work me…come on slut…" he said, turning me on even more.
He held my head still and put the vial under my nose again…
I began to gag as I realized I had a guy's dick in my mouth. I fell back, spitting, trying to wipe my tongue off, "What the fuck…"
He zipped his pants back up and sat back down, "Ammonia," he said holding up the vial, "Kills the trigger scent."
I slowly sat up, "The what?"
"In canines, mostly wolves, the alpha has a scent that affects the rest of the pack. It's been shown to actually change neurotransmitters in the brain to change behaviors."
I cocked my head, "What?"
He sighed, "Big dogs have a smell that make smaller dogs obey them. It changes their brains, rewires them to accept the big dog as their leader. No matter how large the dog is, once they are conditioned to the trigger scent, they will always submit."
"Um ok."
"You do know you're bigger than Donnie right?"
I laughed, "Yeah right."
"Yeah right," he said seriously, "You have two inches and about 20 pounds of muscle, so why do you act like he walks on water?"
His words made no sense, Donnie was huge!
"The question is why does it even work on you? I smell that shirt and all it does is stink, so what's so special about you?"
He wasn't making much sense to me, but I wasn't happy with him wondering what was special about me at all.
"There's a lot of traffic coming in and out of Smallville lately," he said gesturing to one of the screens, "I can decrypt it yet, but you and your boyfriend are making a lot of noise."
"He's not my boyfriend," I growled.
"Yeah," he said leaning forward, "I'm getting that. So then…why does that scent effect you?"
I didn't know, but things were starting to make some sense now…
"I think you're holding out on me," he said after a few seconds, "Sniff up."
I hesitated and he arched one eyebrow, which reminded me how fucked I really was. Hesitantly I brough the shirt up to my face, I tried to hold my breath, maybe I could trick him…but even thought my mouth I could sense Donnie…and my head spun…
I shoved my face into the shirt and just went for it, all my concerns melting under his smell.
"There we go," he said sweetly, "So…what's your deal Conner? Why would Donnie's scent only effect you?"
"Don't know…" I mumbled into the shirt, feeling my cock throb.
"But there's something about you right, something different?"
I nodded, my compulsion not to lie to Donnie affecting me, this kid wasn't Donnie but the shirt, the smell…fuck…
"So then what is it Conner? What makes you so different that a trigger scent would do something to you?"
I just sniffed, trying to hide in my coma…
"Come on Conner…tell me…why would you be out of everyone?"
I couldn't lie…I couldn't fight him…I hung on to the shirt tightly…
He grabbed it out of my hands, again my powers seemed to have turned off when confronted with Donnie's scent, I looked up at him with wild eyes and he asked in a clipped voice, "Why would it effect you?"
"Probably because I'm Superboy," I blurted out, grabbing for the shirt and taking it from his stunned hands.
The smell was fading so I was sucking on the pits, oh god I had said it…why…fuckfuckfuck…
"What did you just say?" he asked in shock, "You…you're…"
I literally buried my face in the shirt to hide my shame, why did I admit that? Why? I felt like crying but the nirvana brought on by Donnie's scent wouldn't let me. All I could do was just rock on the floor, cradling the worn piece of cloth.
"Bullshit," he said angrily, "Prove it."
I continued to suckle on the shirt, desperately wishing I was anywhere else.
The shirt was ripped from my hands, and he stood over me, "Prove it, or I'm burning the shirt."
I wasn't stupid, I knew what was going on and I knew what I had to do…the only thing was…I was weak. I was panicking, I had revealed my biggest secret, put my entire life in jeopardy, and the only thing I could think of was running to Donnie to save me. But Donnie wasn't here, that shirt was.
It was no use; I was a junkie…and I had to have my hit.
I floated up, my eyes never leaving the shirt. He looked at me in awe as I hovered there, completely under his grasp.
"Fly around!" he commanded. I sighed and did as he said, knowing I was only fucking myself doing this. "Holy shit!" he cried, jumping up in excitement, "You're fucking Superboy!"
I landed and held my hand out for the shirt, silently begging him to just stop.
"Where's your shirt? The one you wear all the time?"
"In my bag," I admitted, I hadn't been wearing it recently with Donnie stripping me naked every five minutes.
"Put it on."
Fuck. I walked over and dug my shirt out and put it on, I stood there, hating every second of this.
"Jesus…" he marveled, "Ok, ok…this is so fucking sweet!" he rushed over and pulled open a drawer and produced another plastic bag. I could see from here it was a jockstrap, the bag was fogged, meaning it had been damp when it was put in.
"Holy fuck! Did you just lick you lips!" he exclaimed.
I felt myself blush as I cursed my weakness.
He pulled the jock out and dangled it in front of him, "How bad you want this?"
It was different wearing the shirt saying it…I felt wrong, weak…like I was betraying something. But the smell drifted to my side of the room and I heard myself whimper as I struggled not to answer.
"Come on…" he said waving it around, "How bad?"
In inhaled and was lost…
"P-please sir…" my voice quivered.
"Knees, now."
I went to my knees; my mouth was dry…
He slipped it over my head, making sure the pouch was over my nose and I felt my mind just snap. I openly moaned as the reek hit my nose, his musk was everywhere…filling my brain with just pure pleasure…
And then I felt the air get knocked out of me by him punching me in the gut. I stumbled back as he hit me again and again, "You can't fight back can you? The smell makes you submit!" he sounded so gleeful as he slapped my face and knocked me to the ground, "Strongest boy alive my ass! Superbitch!" he said kicking my stomach. My powers were gone, the same they were with Donnie. All I could do was lie there and let this fucking nerd beat the shit out of me.
"Come on cunt…fight back!"
I wanted to, but I couldn't. Donnie's smell made me cower from the blows, whimpering with each hit. He stood over me, fists clenched, looking like a fucking scarecrow…yet I was terrified of him.
"Lay back cunt," he said, pushing me onto my back with his foot. He leaned down and pressed the jock against my face, "Yeah, breathe it in," I began huffing Donnie's scent to the point of hyperventilating. I was dizzy as I felt the nerd straddle my chest, "Fucking Superboy…" he said, "Superboy is my bitch…"
"I'm a bitch…" I said into the jock, not caring about anything.
I heard cloth ripping and I realized he had tore my shirt open, exposing my chest.
"Look at this chest!" he growled, feeling me up shamelessly. I pushed my chest out, loving the feeling of being used as Donnie's scent completely broke my brain. He tweaked my nipples and I gasped, my hips bucking up as my cock leaked through my jeans.
"Oh, fuck me," he said pulling his jeans off and sitting down again, "Grab your tits slut, push them together…"
I did as he asked, pushing my pecs together. He moved his cock through the mounds of muscle, titty fucking me like a fucking whore! He was moaning as his cock moved through my pecs, using me as a sex toy as he got himself off.
"Fucking Superboy!" he cried out, "I am fucking Superboy!"
God I was turned on, he looked so hot over me, using me like the slut I was…I moaned myself as I made sure my pecs were close enough to get him off. My own dick was just going nuts, he was literally just fucking my chest, I watched his cock slip through my pecs as he smeared precum all over me.
"Beg me to do this," he said with a smile.
"Please sir…" I blurted out, "Fuck my tits…use me…oh god your cock is so hot…"
I wasn't lying, I was so turned on right now, I was under him, letting him use me… I wanted it, wanted so much more…
He sat up, "Shit stop…I'm gonna cum." I opened my mouth and he chuckled, "Oh you want this?" he asked.
I nodded; my mind completely gone. He stood up and waved it, "Come get it boy…" I got on all fours and crawled over to him, but he laughed and moved back, making me scurry to him. "Come on slut…come get it!"
I was desperate for his cock, crawling across his room like a fucking dog, I was sickened by what I was doing but I couldn't stop…I wanted it all too much…
I got close and he'd push my face away and move to the other side of the room, taunting me…all the while I was watching myself on the screens…oh god.
"Ok," he said stopping, "Come show me how Superboy sucks a cock."
I crawled to him and instantly began sucking his cock, it was humiliating, my brain knew it was just a normal dick on scrawny kid…but Donnie' scent made it seem like he was massive, filling my mouth making me moan around him. I held on to his add and pulled him deeper into my mouth as he gasped from the sensation of having his own superhero whore give him a blow job.
I worked his dick with my tongue shamelessly, I hated how much this turned me on and hatred it even more that it wasn't Donnie. I could feel him getting close and he pushed my face off his dick. I looked up with wide eyes and he said, "I'm not going to but in your mouth…I want you ass…"
There was a moment of fear from the real me but was quickly drowned out by Donie's scent…
"Please mount me…please sir…I need it…"
"Fuck you really want this…" he was talking out loud, but I nodded all the same.
"All fours, move!"
I got on all fours, my ass out and waiting.
"Oh yeah…" he said behind me. "Wait!"
He got up and moved a camera on a tripod and pointed it at me. He pulled another out of his closet and set it up and then turned them on. The monitors were filled with images of me on my knees as he came up behind me.
"Smile for the camera Superwhore…" he said, kneeling behind me.
My vision was blurring as I watched the screens. I could see the kid as he was, a scrawny nerd that I outweighed by a hundred pounds of muscle easy. But the scent was making him the hottest thing in the world and it was fucking with me…
"Oh yeah," he said, pressing his cock to my hole, "Beg me to fuck you Superboy…come on…I wanna hear you cry for it."
"Oh god please sir…please…I need it…please mount me…" I was pushing back onto him, pleading for him to penetrate me.
"Watch the screen," he said, grabbing a hunk of my hair and pulling my face up, "Watch me fuck you."
It was absurd to see, this 90 pound weakling mounting me, me arching my back to take his cock…the way I moaned as I felt him push into me…oh god!
"Oh yeah take it bitch…come on Superboy! Take it all…"
I couldn't look away as he began to thrust into me, he was fucking me…this kid was actually fucking me! I watched myself stare open mouthed as he began to bunny fuck me, I could feel him sliding in and out of my ass, and I watched the whole thing.
"Here," he said making sure the jock was over my nose, "Get into it."
Oh shit…the smell hit me, and I felt myself start to push back.
"There you go…come on whore…back onto that dick!"
"Oh god…" I gasped, "Yeah…more…oh god…"
"Come on Superboy…louder!"
"Please…fuck me…oh god harder…harder…"
"You gonna be my whore? You gonna do what I want?"
"Yes sir…anything sir…"
"Oh, the things I am gonna make you do…" he said thrusting harder, "You are going to get me out of this hell hole…"
"Yes sir…oh fuck me sir…"
"I'm gonna nut you…" he said grunting, "I'm gonna drop a load in Superboy's pussy…"
The thought made me nuts, "YES SIR! BREED ME PLEASE!" I begged.
He pulled me back and I felt him paint my hole with his seed, just the thought I was getting bitched…
My own cock began to shoot under me as I watched him cum in me on the screens, the look of ecstasy on my face as he did so. He shook as he pushed the last drops of cum into me and then fell off. I collapsed onto the floor, Donnie's jock still on my face.
We both laid there, panting, trying to catch our breath.
"That was amazing," he said, staring up at the ceiling, "You are a good whore."
I said nothing, even as I felt a thrill of pride despite myself.
He got up and turned the cameras off, "This is going to be epic," he said sitting down and pulling the footage up on an editor. Aft6er a minute he stropped and looked over, "Get over here."
I crawled over to his desk, and he moved the chair back, "Get under there, my dick is cold."
Suppressing a moan, I crawled under the desk and he slid his chair back in, he grabbed his cock and waved it, "Come on…get on it." Sighing I moved in and began to suck his dick, he slapped my head, "I didn't ask for a blow job…just get it hard and keep it in your mouth…consider yourself a dick warmer."
I played with his dick until it got hard and then kept it in my mouth…just holding it…like a fucking object. I was Superboy for fuck's sake…how did I get here? I brought the jock back up to my face as I held his cock and became lost in the scent again, drowning myself in Donnie…
I don't know how much time passed but after a while there was the sound of a door being broken in. I was so deep in the scent I could barely move, I just knelt there suckling his dick. I heard the nerd cry out in shock as other voices called out around me.
The dick was pulled form my mouth as the kid was yanked away, a man in a riot mask peered under the desk, "I got eyes on the target."
Another voice from above exclaimed, "Holy shit…the kid filmed it!"
"Get the target clear," a voice came over a radio, "We're sending a cleaning crew now."
"Ok big guy," someone said picking me up, "On your feet."
I looked up and saw someone in tactical gear, "Wha?"
"Deep breath," he said and sprayed something in my face…my vision blurred as I saw two guys dragging the nerd out of his room, "You're gonna forget all this soon enough…"
And then nothing.