Around New Mexico my phone started to ring, but I ignored it. That was Tim asking why I left and to turn around and I wasn't ready for the argument yet. It kept ringing for about twenty minutes then stopped, which was an even worse sign.

I landed in Smallville around 8ish local time, I always forgot the time difference, I had made good time but even if I had teleported I would have lost two hours. I landed in the loft of the barn and was not even a little surprised to see Bart sitting on my bed, reading through some comic books I had stashed in away.

"You have the next issue of this?" he asked, "It ends on a cliffhanger and I hate not knowing what happens next."

"I'm fine," I said in way of an answer, "You can tell Tim I am fine."

"Right, you blow out of the tower, wrecking another medtable cause everything is fine," he said blurring and putting all the comics away, "I can't figure out if you're stupid or you think I am."

I opened my mouth to argue then realized he was right, "I had a nightmare, I came home."

He made a face, "You're telling me this is all about a bad dream, come on Conner."

Something snapped in me, I was tired, I was miserable, and I needed to see Donnie, and this wasn't helping, "What do you want Bart? Huh? I woke up from a nightmare, wrecked the bed and left. That's it, that's the whole fucking story!"

He just stared at me for a few seconds, an eternity in Bart time. Finally, he just shrugged, "You're irritable, pushing people away, acting erratically, and being a general asshole. All the telltale signs of withdrawal, the question is, what are you addicted to?"

I felt ice water go down my spine as he got WAY too close to the truth, "I made it home, you can tell Tim I am fine."

"Tommy almost killed you," he said flatly, "There is something wrong with your powers, we should run tests."

"And I am not going anywhere," I said, trying to hold my temper, "So you can leave now."

Another long stare, it was impossible to know what was going on behind those golden eyes. There were times he seemed like an idiot and then he would open his mouth and remind us all on how smart he really was. Finally, he just nodded, "Ok, but I'm going to tell you something you need to hear." I readied myself for a lecture. "We love you. You are our brother, and we will do anything for you and more importantly, we will always be there for you. No matter how many times you push us away, we will always be there for you."

It was the most real thing he had ever said to me, and it kind of stunned me.

"Something is going on, I know it, Tim really knows it. You can try to keep it from us but sooner or later you're going to need our help, and we're going to give it. But the more we know the better we can help you. So just remember that the only person you're hurting right now is yourself."

I opened my mouth to say something, but a gust of wind told me I was alone.

Sighing I sat on the edge of my bed and pulled my cell out.

CONNER: I'M HOME DONNIE: WHAT? REALLY? CONNER: YEP, AT THE BARN. DONNIE: OMW!

The smile on my face was short lived as I realized what I was going to have to tell him and suddenly I felt like throwing up again.

My phone rang and I answered it, "Well hurry up," I teased.

It was Tim's voice, "Hurry up what?" he asked, sounding instantly upset.

Fuck.

"I didn't, I mean…what's up?" I tried to just brush past it.

"You tell me, you need to get back here Conner, we need to know what is going on with you."

"Nothing is, I'm fine."

He sighed, "The medbay just healed 74 percent of your bones and you want to say you're fine? Come on Conner, stop fucking around."

Hearing him cuss told me exactly how mad he was, "Tim, trust me, it isn't anything important, I have it…"

"The fight was a setup," he said cutting me off, "They attacked Pier 39 to draw us out and distract us on purpose. They were on a mission by Waller, which means this is connected."

"How is what connected?"

I could imagine him rubbing the bridge of his nose, something he did when he had to explain things to people not as smart as him…so always.

"Lex has you on Big Brother Smallville edition, some kid vanishes and now Waller's watchdogs are drawing us out for a fight…what was the rest of their team doing? And how can you not see this is connected to your powers messing up?"

Well shit, when he laid it all out like that…

"Look Tim, I am not coming back there today. I got this under control, I promise."

"Then you leave me no choice, until you come back for tests, I can't have you on the team. You're a walking liability until we know what is going on."

It was a big stick and one he had never swung at me. The thing is it should have worked. I should be so scared of being kicked off the Titans, letting Clark down, being a failure, I should be halfway to Arizona before I could blink. But I could hear Donnie pull up in his truck and suddenly, it didn't matter. Titans weekend seemed like a bother now if it took me away from Donnie…and the fact that other guys could affect me the same way…I had to stay by Donnie. If he had been there, I wouldn't have looked twice at Tomme, I needed him.

I wanted him.

"Fine Tim, whatever you have to do."

He was silent, meaning I had struck him speechless, cause that was not what he expected me to say. When he didn't speak, I said, "I have to go, talk to you later." And hung up as Donnie was coming up the stairs.

God, why did it feel like a weight was off my shoulders?

He came bounding up the stairs two at a time, his hair was all over the place and his smile just lit up the loft. We didn't talk, we just engulfed each other and began to kiss, desperate to taste each other as quickly as possible. He froze and pulled me back, his eyes burrowing into me. I felt a stab of fear and he moved closer, smelling my neck, nuzzling my face, his face right next to mine as he inspected me.

Oh god, could he smell it? The guilt? The horror I was feeling?

He pulled back and cocked his head, "What happened?"

My mouth was dry, "What do you mean?"

"You smell…new…" he sounded so confused.

I had so ready for him to smell my guilt I just stood there, as confused as he was, "What?"

He got close and smelled me again, "You smell…new…I don't know…different…still good but…"

The medbay had regenerated me! He was smelling new skin and bone; how could he smell that? I paused and then moved closer to him and sniffed. I could smell cigarettes, lotion, cum, the faint smell of French fries…

I pulled back, "Your uncle smokes, you were jerking off when I called, and you had fries from Starrs last night."

He smiled, "You been stalking me?"

"How can we smell this?" I asked, I know Clark had super smelling, but I never showed any ability, and how was Donnie doing it?

He shrugged, "Another thing on the what the fuck pile?"

That made sense.

"Why are you upset?" he asked out of nowhere, and I realized he could smell my emotional state.

I sat down on the bed, "I-I…I fucked up."

He moved and stood over me, "How?"

He was tense but wasn't mad yet, he couldn't figure out what I had done from my smell, he only knew I was miserable.

"So…so there was this guy…"

He came at me, throwing me on the bed with one hand, as always, my powers fled when he moved at me, the same way it had with Tommy. He ripped my shirt and smelled my chest and moved down to my jeans. He ripped them open, smelling my pubes and cock…inspecting me within an inch of my life. I kicked my shoes off cause I knew he was about to rip my jeans off. He threw them across the room and spread my legs and smelled…

When he came up, he looked angry but confused, "No one touched you."

Not a question, a statement. He would know if someone had laid a finger on me, instantly. So he didn't understand where this guilt was coming from.

"No…but…I was asleep…and I wanted him to."

He just kept looking at me.

"He was so much bigger than me, just massive like you, and he was…I mean…" I looked away, "I felt myself melting like I do with you."

He was still lying over me, in a quiet voice he asked, "And what did you do when you realized you wanted him to fuck you?"

I looked up and our eyes met, "I came home."

He smiled, "Good girl," he said, leaning down to kiss me.

"No," I said, holding a hand against his chest, "Please Donnie…I was bad…please…punish me."

He looked confused for a moment, not sure what I was asking, "But you didn't do anything wrong."

"But I wanted to…I was weak…please…" I was holding on to his shirt now as I pleaded. I leaned up and kissed his neck, "Please…punish me, show me how wrong I was…I need to be hurt…"

Slowly realization dawned on him, and he stroked my cheek, "You don't need to be punished," he said softly, I opened my mouth to protest but he squeezed my cheeks hard, "You just need to be reminded who the fuck you belong to."

And I felt my cock begin to harden.

He pulled me off the bed and threw me to the ground, I looked up at him and he looked like a giant! "Strip me," he commanded, arms on his hips waiting.

My hands reached up and undid his belt, his eyes bore into me as I opened his jeans and then realized his boots were still on. I knelt down to pull them off, but he didn't move them. I looked up and he just glared at me, "Lick them."

I felt the revulsion from the order but then instantly felt the pleasure of complying as my tongue moved over the top of his boots, tasting the worn leather.

"This is what you are right now, a dog…a bad fucking dog…" he said, and I felt myself cringe at his words. "I didn't say to stop licking."

I went to the other foot and licked it clean, feeling as low as I ever had before.

"Take em off," he said, and I pulled them off along with his socks. He shoved his naked foot in my face, "Clean it."

I closed my eyes as I began to lick his foot, tasting his sweat and grime, knowing I had brought this down on myself.

"Between the toes," he growled.

I hated it, but I deserved it, I had wanted Tommy to fuck me, badly. I had been weak, and I was paying for it now. The worst part was that I could taste him through the dirt, and it made me start to enjoy it, even as I wanted to throw up.

"You like that don't you?" he asked, "You like being a bad dog."

I whimpered as I began to lick his other foot, knowing I did like it on some level.

Once his feet were licked clean, he raised one foot and put his big toe at my mouth, "Suck it." I slowly put it in my mouth, and he said, "It's as close to my cock as you're getting unless you can prove you really want it."

I began to suck on his toe fervently as I tried to convince him how sorry I was.

"You wanna look at other guys? You think they are as good as I am?" he asked, I moaned as I kept sucking, "Show me how much you want me to take you back…come on bitch."

I did as he ordered, praying I was doing it well enough to suck on the real thing. He watched me as I made love to his toe as if m life depended on it, finally he smiled, "Take off my jeans."

I moved up and pulled his jeans off, my face in his crotch the whole time.

"No!" he snapped, seeing me lean in, "Bad dog! You haven't earned that yet."

I whimpered as I moved back, just staring at his cock through his briefs.

"So this guy? He better looking at me?" he asked.

I looked up, "No sir…"

"He have a better cock?" he asked, pulling his underwear down to reveal his dick.

Looking at that beast in the eye I shook my head, "Not at all sir."

"Maybe I go find another slut? A better cunt to fuck?"

I looked up at him with desperate eyes, "Please sir…please no…"

"Lick my balls…" he commanded and I eagerly complied.

My tongue moved on the underside of his ballsac, the heavy, warmth of his balls made my body hum. His taste was amazing as I lapped wanting so much more.

"Come on bitch, you can do better."

I groaned as I licked harder, seeing his shaft start to rise as I turned him on. As he got harder the more excited I became because I was bring pleasure to my man. I saw his eyes close as I slowly sucked on one of them, my own cock was throbbing in response.

He was forcing make a moan as I moved to the other, silently begging him to let me do more. I suck harder and he gasps and looks down at me.

"Fucking slut…" he said smiling, grabbing the sides of my head and pulling me off him, "Suck my cock."

The head of his cock slipped past my lips, and I felt my eyes flutter in ecstasy as I tasted him on my tongue. His precum was like honey to me and I could hear myself mewling around his cock, so it grew larger and larger in my mouth. My jaw widened as he held my head still, both hands not letting me move an inch. His head hit the back of my throat I tried not to gag but it was a lost cause. But I couldn't' struggle as he held me fast, slowly it began to slide down my throat, choking me.

"So, you wanna think about stepping out on me?" he growled, pushing me further down on his cock, "You wanna fuck around on me?" I moaned but he wasn't interested in an answer, "I should just choke you right now, fucking see you dying on my cock…"

I wanted to struggle, to slap at him to stop but I couldn't, this was what I wanted, what I needed…

"Come on cunt, stop fighting me…" he said, pushing me down harder, "Take it…all of it…"

I just knelt there, feeling my air get cut off…the room spinning as he shoved his cock down my throat…thrilled that he was using me again…that I was where I belonged. I felt his cock head pop past my throat, and I felt my eyes roll back…

And then nothing.

I had a dream it was raining…a warm shower in the middle of nowhere…it felt refreshing…invigorating…so real…

I opened my eyes, and I was on the floor of my loft, being pissed on by Donnie.

"Don't move," he warned as I began to scramble, "Stay."

Oh god he was really doing this to me, I closed my eyes and looked down, knowing what I had done warranted much worse that this. I was his, we both knew it, and for, no matter how brief a moment, I forgot that. This was the price.

When he was done he tapped it and made sure the last drops fell on me.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you sir," I said, keeping my eyes downturned.

"You got a shower up here?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Get your worthless ass up and get in there."

I got up and walked into the small bathroom they had built for Clark when he lived up here. I turned on the water and walked in, happy to get the piss off of me. I felt him push me in and get into the small shower with me.

The water fell down over us as my face was pressed against the shower wall. There was barely enough space for me by myself, the two of us made it insane. I could feel his cock slide between my cheeks as his voice whispered in my ear.

"You need to remember who the fuck you belong to," he said as I felt his member slide up and down my ass, making me shiver, "Don't you boy?"

I nodded, "Yes sir."

"Then get to it…"

Slowly I raised myself on to my tiptoes, sliding my ass up, trying to connect his cock with my wanting hole. He was so big I could barely get it, and reached up to the edge of the shower and tried to pull myself up.

"Come on cunt…get on that dick."

I whimpered as I tried to do just that, but I could barely reach it, I could feel his massive head nudging just under my hole…

"P-please…" I whined.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me sir…please…"

"Why should I?" he asked as I scrambled to climb his cock.

"I'm sorry! I only want you…please sir…please…"

"You ever going to look at someone else again?"

"NO!"

"You sure? I can find another cunt…"

"PLEASE!"

I felt his hands grab the sides of my hips, "Beg."

"DONNIE PLEASE!"

With a hard pull he shoved me down the entire length of his cock in one go, my eyes bugled as my mouth was locked open in a scream that never came. The pain for a moment was intense as his entire length was shoved into me in one go and my ass was spasming around his donkey cock effortlessly trying to adjust.

I had never been so happy.

He shoved my face against the wall of the shower as he began to buck into me, "You ever going to step out on me again?"

It was like a baseball bat moving in and out…he was savagely ripping me a new hole, but it felt amazing! He was mating me, he was claiming my cunt as his…he had taken me back! I was his bitch again and oh my god it was amazing…tears fell down my face as I cried out with each thrust.

He was pulling me back on this entire length, completely destroying my hole with each push. This wasn't sex, this was a lesson, a lesson he was teaching my cunt so that it would never forget. After a while all I could do was grunt and hold on as he moved me up and down his cock like a puppet. I had no control, no say, I was here only to serve his cock and that was the way we both wanted it.

"Fucking never letting you out of my site again you fucking slut…you nasty cunt…"

"Breed me Donnie…please…"

"My fucking bitch…" he roared as he began to shoot in me, his cock expanding my abused hole…make me cum without touching my cock…scramming his name in ecstasy.

I felt his teeth grab on to the back of my neck as he shot into me and my eyes rolled back in my head as I realized this, this was what I had needed, what I had came home for. I was with my man, I was claimed…

This was my life, forever.

Robin

The STAR labs detainment facility located in Florence Colorado is one of the most secure facilities in the continental United States. Its location is known only to a select few in the government it has code word clearance to just access it, seven different biometric check points just to move about the facility and a specific master key to needed for each individual cell. In it's history only three people were known to have escaped.

Tim Drake was sure that count was actually four and was determined to prove it.

Amanda Waller sent half her team to distract him, the question though was where would she send the other half? The possible targets were small, smaller still when you began to fold in everything else going on. Whatever lex had going on in Smallville was bad, he had always had an obsession with Conner, this just seemed like the next logical extension of that.

So, looking at the possible targets, need to stealth and a connection to Conner…it really only pointed to here.

Well, it did to Tim.

He was four levels into the facility and the security was everything he had been told and more. It was impressive, on a sliding scale he would rate it about 3/10 of a Batcave without a robotic dinosaur to pull the place together. The main problem was the guards were laxed, they believed in their security so the thought of someone walking around in the shadows just seemed impossible to them.

He used to that his advantage and was able to access the lower levels without anyone even knowing he was there. He waited for the guards by the door to move by and he dropped from the ceiling to the terminal. It was a STAR Labs multiphasic command terminal, it generated six a half thousand codes a second and the only way to access it was with a specific key fob that was coded to each specific employee on their shift and cannot be used by anyone else on in the facility. Anyone trying to access it with the key fob would activate an instant lockdown and seal all exits and communication.

Tim was impressed, it took him twelve whole seconds to hack.

The slid open and the scientist who was on duty looked up in shock at Tim. Before he could blink he was knocked unconscious by a batarang. Sealing the door behind him he looked round at the seven statis tubes located around the walls. He walked over to the control panel and looked up their who was inside. Finding the name, he wanted he walked over to the tube and turned on the inside light.

It was empty.

"Fuck," Tim muttered under his breath…he hated being right.

Holding up his gauntlet he punched in a fourteen-digit code and the JLA interface came up.

A computer voice asked, "Access Code."

Let's see, it was the 12th on an odd month which meant…

"Noah Berry."

"Welcome Batman."

"Site to site transport to Titans tower, stat."

A shimmer of light surrounded him, and he was gone…setting off every alarm in the place as he left. They may have not known Parasite had been broken out before, they will now.

Conner was in trouble.

Conner

We had dried off and was laying in my bed, my guilt had been quenched, my ass had been used…I was content. I was laying in the crook of his arm, even freshly washed I could still smell him, his scent engulfed me like a blanket.

"Better?" he asked.

I nodded, snuggling into his side, "Much."

"So what happened?" he asked.

I sighed, "Whatever this was…it triggered. He was so big and strong…and I just…"

"Became a bitch?"

I nodded.

"What happened when you realized you wanted to submit?"

I looked up at him, "I came home to you."

He smiled, "See? We're still in control. This thing wanted one thing, but you did another. We can control this."

He said it with such confidence, I believed him, even though we were both terrified of what was going on between us. I wish I could care, wish that being bonded to another guy freaked me out but it felt so right…so natural…

I never wanted to leave right here.

"So I thought you were playing ball with the guys," I said, curling up tighter next to him.

"Fuck the guys," he said with a smile, "I'm right where I want to be,"

"Fuck the guys?" I asked, climbing on top of him, straddling his waist.

He nodded.

"How about fuck me instead?"

He reached up and pulled me down into a kiss, "You read my mind…"

"Man, he ain't showing up," Keith said, putting his phone away, "It's just straight to voicemail."

"Fuck," Charlie said bouncing the basketball, "We can't play with three."

"Who's that?" Travis said, seeing a strange kid walk up to the court.

He was tall, good looking, not from around here…he walked right up to them like he knew them,

"Where's Donnie?" he asked in way of a hello.

"Who the fuck wants to know?" Keith demanded.

The kid looked at him and seemed to look through him for a moment, "So he's not coming."

"Who the fuck are you?" Travis said, stepping closer to the new boy.

He smiled, "My name is Rudy, I'm looking for Donnie, and by your thoughts I can tell he isn't coming. But I also know he will be at school tomorrow where I can take care of things there."

"From our what?" Charlie asked, standing up.

"You will all forget I am here and have rampant homosexual desires about each other for the rest of the day." His eyes glowed purple and he was gone.

Leaving the three boys confused to what they were doing…and why their friends suddenly looked so fucking hot.

"So, Keith said confused, "You guys wanna go hang out at my house? My parents are at church all day."

Charlie adjusted his cock, "Fuck yeah, let's go chill."

Travis tore his eyes away from his friend's crotch, "Whatever you guys wanna do."

They walked off leaving a telepathically invisible Parasite smiling…he could wait a day to eat.