We appear in the tower, and I resist the urge to throw up.
When Bart really goes fast, I find my stomach is usually left a few states back, even if I'm prepared. I lean over, trying to stop from retching. Bart vanishes and is back with a can of ginger ale, "Here, it'll help."
I nod and open it, taking a drink to calm my queasiness.
Conner and Donnie land a few minutes later, Donnie looks like I just felt. Bart brings him a fresh can, while he is drinking, I go to the control room, Conner on my heels.
"So now what?" he asks as I take the access panel off the communications array and slide underneath it.
"Now I disable the JLA override from the security system," I pull out the connecting wires and yank the device free.
"The what?"
I slide back out and show him the small device, "This, it allows the JLA to access our security system, including internal cameras."
He looks shocked, "Why is that even here?"
"It was one of the compromises that were made after the last time the JLA showed up, pissed we were being trained. Remember, you burned Superman's cape."
I could see his face redden, "I remember, but I don't recall making this deal,"
"It was between the old Titans and the league, we were junior members at the time, we weren't consulted." I toss it to him, "Crush that please."
He squeezes and the thing explodes in sparks, "Done, now why did we do that?"
"Because we're exactly thirty minutes ahead of Batman, which is thirty minutes more than most people get, I don't plan on wasting them."
I walked out and saw that Donnie was feeling better while Bart was keeping him company.
"Ok, so this is the first place Batman is going to look for us," everyone's eyes got wide.
"Then why did we come here Tim?" Bart asked, his voice cracking.
"Because if we weren't here, it would raise questions. All we have to do is hide you two," I looked at Donnie and Conner, "And let him come."
"You have a place we'll be safe?" Donnie asks me.
I nod, "You ready to move?"
He stands up, "I am always ready."
I feel a flush of lust pass through me as I realize he is flexing as an alpha, he might be upset or scared, but he is exuding pure confidence…I feel it hit me and I walk towards him, my hands go to chest, marveling at the strength. His chest feels like stone as I lean in, wanting more, Donnie smiles.
"You like that pup?"
I nod, I want it so much…
"Ok, I cannot believe I am the one saying this," Bart says, pulling my hands away, "But we need to focus on hiding them."
I force myself back to reality and nod. "Ok, come on," I lead them to the lower levels of the Tower. We go past the training area, the generators, once we hit the access tunnel for the sub, Bart asks, "Where the hell are we going?"
I walk us up to small maintenance closet and walk in, there is barely enough room for all of us to squeeze in. Once we huddle close, I look at Bart, "Vibrate us straight down."
He looks confused but he closes his eyes and begins to blur, we all feel the vibrations and we begin to slip through the floor. It is solid black for about twenty seconds before we fall into a small bunker with lab equipment set up along with a cot and some food.
"What is this?" Conner asks, looking around.
"What is that?" Donnie demands, pointing at the tube in the corner.
Bart blurs and is right next to it, "That is a standard issue Lexcorp Cloning Tube!," he looks back at Conner, "You were born in one of these!"
Conner walks over, his scent is just pure panic as he puts his hand on the glass, "Why?"
Shit, I honestly forgot this was down here.
Conner turns from the tube to me, "Answer me Tim, why do you have this?"
"I…" my voice cracks as the past comes rushing up to meet me. The sound of cracking bone as Superboy Prime punches Conner, the pained grunt that comes over the commlink as he falls to the ground, the last sound I will hear since it is crushed with the next blow. The coppery smell of blood as I rushed towards him, Cassie kneeling next to him…a million thoughts racing through my mind. We could use an emergency transport to the Satellite, get him in a statis tube and then we could try to get a Blue Lantern here to heal him…we could fix this.
We had to fix it.
But we couldn't, all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't fix the love of my life.
"So, you tried to clone him," Donnie says, my thoughts spilling into his own. This link we share…it's primal, something new…it's more than telepathy…it's like we are all sharing the same soul.
I nod and could feel the anger and sadness that came with each failure, each failed experiment getting me farther and farther away from Conner…until one day I had to stop…I had to …
"I'm here," Conner says, suddenly standing in front of me, "I came back…it's ok now."
I collapse into his arms, years of misery and sorrow spilling out of me like a festered wound. He can feel my anguish, and I can feel his love, his warmth…his forgiveness. I feel Donnie's arms as well and then Bart's, who has no idea what we are crying about but just loves a good group hug.
A tone goes off and we're running out of time.
I pull back and wipe my eyes, "He's coming, stay put, this won't take long."
Donnie nods and I look at Bart, "You ready?"
He pulls me close and begins to vibrate, creating a mini tornado under him to push us up. We come up in the sub bay and I run to the common area, ditching my cape and uniform as I go.
"Why are you stripping?" Bart asks jogging beside me, "I mean I don't mind but still…"
"We need to be in civilian clothes…"
I don't get to finish the sentence before I am in the living room, jeans and shirt on…
Bart is sitting in the chair next to me in his baggy sweatshirt and jeans, huge smile on his face as he turns on the TV.
"What are you grinning about?"
He doesn't look at me, just changes channels, "Tim has a big one…"
And it hits me, he undressed and dressed me in the blink of an eye…which to him could have been hours. I'd throw something at him, but he'd just dodge it.
"Incoming Batwing," the computer chimes.
I look at my watch, "Right on time."
A minute passes and Bruce walks in, full uniform and all.
He sees the two of us and then instantly ignores Bart, "We need to talk."
I got up, trying to look concerned, "What's wrong?"
He said nothing and we walked into the control room, once we were in, he closed and sealed the door, pulled out a white noise generator and said, "I just got back from Mount Justice."
I just stared at him, still playing stupid, "Why?"
He paused and took off the cowl, "Look Tim, I know what Conner means to you, I really do. But this is serious, Conner and that boy could be ticking time bombs set by Luthor."
"Conner isn't a thing," I said keeping my emotions in check, "He isn't a bomb, a weapon, or a thing, he is a human being, and you are judging him unfairly."
"I was trying to judge him fairly, but Mount Justice was cleaned by the Silkwood protocol, a protocol you put in place."
I nodded, "Conner is smarter than he looks, he must have picked up on it."
I saw his eyes narrow, but he went on, "We arrived and found the Suicide Squad unconscious and evidence Conner and the boy had been there, along with an array of genetic equipment. Didn't you use the same kind of equipment trying to bring Conner back?"
"That equipment is used in a lot of places."
"Stop," he growled, taking a step towards me, "I'm not playing this game."
I don't move, "What game?"
"Tim, I am trying to be reasonable."
"And I think it's laughable that you consider this reasonable."
He is furious, I've never seen him so angry at me before. Dick had told us stories…but seeing it in person was intimidating. He pulls his cowl back on and now I am talking to Batman, "You want to do it this way, fine. I am initiating a search of the Tower immediately."
He moves to grab his JLA communicator and I say, "No, you're not."
He pauses, giving me a serious glare.
"I am the ranking Titan member on site and per our agreement with The League, no one can come and conduct a search without my approval."
Now he looks like I could knock him over with a feather.
"So, if you're done debriefing me on the Mount Justice break-in, you can go."
"You're dismissing me?" his voice is a growl now…the same he uses in dark alleys to scare criminals.
"I'm saying unless you have anything to add, I have the salient details."
"You really want to go down this path?"
"If I was, I'd bring up that the passive Batwing scans you are taking right now are in violation of the agreement. But I'm not saying that. I am not contacting the rest of the Titans to let them know what's going on and I'm not going to lodge a formal complaint with the League. I'm just going to ask you to leave."
We lock eyes for what seems like an hour, two gunslingers waiting for the other to twitch. Finally, he turns off the white noise and walks out. I hold my breath as I watch the Batwing fly off and let out a huge sigh of relief once it's gone.
"Holy crap!" Bart says excitedly, "Dude that was straight up gangster!"
"How do you know what we said, the door was closed."
"Closed, but not vibration proof, you stared down Batman!"
I fight back a smile, it felt good, but it was only part one.
"Come on, we need to get Donnie ready."
"For what?" Bart asked as we moved downstairs.
"Dick."
Conner
As soon as they leave, I turn to Donnie, "Hey…"
He snarls at me, and I instantly drop to my knees, "Sorry!" I cry out automatically.
He gets closer and looks down at me, "Why do I smell someone else on you?"
I shook my head in a panic, "No…I haven't…" and then stopped.
Tommy.
Fuck, he can smell Tommy on me, I sat there and literally shook as he walked around me.
"Whose bitch are you?"
"Yours sir…only yours…"
He stopped in front of me, hands in his hips. I was stuck on the perfection that was his body, the way the white t-shirt hung off his pecs, the strip of flesh visible above the waist of his jeans…and then there was the bulge. The way his cock slid down his pant leg, making my mouth go dry as I was transfixed by it.
"You know what to do," he sneered.
My hands shook as I undid his belt, each movement getting me closer to what I had been craving for what seemed like forever. I popped the first button of his jeans and saw the white of his underwear…and my own cock began to leak. As I exposed more and more of it, I realized how much I needed this. When his fly was open, I pulled his jeans down over his slim waist, his underwear barely containing that monster.
I waited, knowing I did not have permission to actually touch it yet.
He reached down and fished it out, it was half hard and still bigger than anything I had ever seen. Like a flesh-colored snake and uncurled out of his crotch and he held it gently, showing it off to me. "This what you want?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
I nodded, my entire soul fixated on that cock.
"Open."
I opened my mouth, suppressing a needy moan.
It began to harden as he stroked it, "And do you think you deserve it?"
Another nod.
He placed the head on my tongue and my eyes fluttered as I tasted him…
"You're wrong," he barks, slapping my face with his tool. I open my eyes and see the rage in his eyes, "You are my bitch," he says, the wet thud as it impacts my cheek, "Mine!"
I flinch with each impact, my open mouth desperately trying to catch it.
"Bad dog…you were a bad dog!"
I began to whine as I realized he wasn't going to let me catch it.
"This is what bad dogs get," he said, going back to stroking himself. He stayed just out of reach, making me watch, "You don't get to touch, hands behind your back."
I had no choice, my hands grasped themselves behind my back as he got closer, stroking his cock so close…yet too far away.
"This is to remind you," he said, his hand speeding up, "Who you belong to."
I was literally whining like a dog now, miserable for my punishment…but knowing I had earned it. His hand was a blur as he groaned, the smell of his precum filled my head and I was sobbing at his feet, begging for forgiveness.
He grunted and I could smell get more intense…he was about to cum!
"Don't fucking move…" he said, his cock pulsing before it began to shoot. I actually let out a cry as his load lands on the floor, wasted…untouched. He pumped every last drop out, making me watch the entire process.
When he was done he sighed and tucked it away, "I know you think what you did was right, but you know better now don't you?"
I nodded miserably, my hands still behind my back.
He knelt down and cupped my face, "I know you were only trying to help me; I do pup. But you know there are punishments for what you did right?" I nodded. "No matter how good your intentions were?" Another nod. He smiled and said, "Go ahead, all yours."
I moaned as I went to all fours…and licked his load off the floor…relishing in my man's seed once more.
Tim
When we vibrated down Conner was on his knees…licking up Donnie's load.
Lucky bastard.
"Ok, Batman is gone," I said as Conner got up quickly, wiping his mouth, "Now we move to stage two."
"What's stage two?" Donnie asked, "Superman?"
I grinned at him, "Better."
He looked confused.
"Right now, we need two things, Batman off our back and a force to face Luthor with."
Bart cocked his head, "Luthor?"
"Deathstroke said there was a bounty out on Donnie's head, that means he is willing to spend major money to get rid of him. Trust me, people like Lex do not spend money for fun. Think of it like this, for him to offer half a billion dollars means whatever Donnie is threatening is worth three times that."
"Me?" Donnie asked, pointing to himself.
I nodded, "I don't know why yet, but I do know if it's worth that much to him, he is going to send more people to kill you."
"So, we hide," Conner says, "Get off the grid and tell Lex to fuck himself."
I shake my head, "But that doesn't tell us what Lex's plan is and how Donnie can disrupt it! We can't play defense on this, we need to move at him, and to do that…"
"We need a pack." Donnie finished for me.
I nodded, "A damn good one."
"So then how is this stage two?" Bart asked.
"I could have played it nice with Batman, but I didn't. I reminded him he has no jurisdiction here and while I am the ranking Titan on site, he can't do a thing."
"I don't understand," Conner admitted.
I looked at Bart, "So I am the ranking Titan here and won't let him search the place, what does he do?"
Bart thought about it for a moment, which to him was like a week and a half, "Well he's going to be pissed, he knows you're hiding something, so he'd get someone to override…" and his eyes lit up, "Oh that's good!"
"Someone want to fill me in?" Donnie growled.
And then Conner got it, "He's going to call Dick."
I nodded, "He's going to call Dick."
"Someone is going to start explaining shit or someone is going to get punished."
"Sorry!" Conner and I yelped, fearing the worst.
So, I began to tell him about Dick.
Dick
"He did what?" I ask over the commlink, a bullet whizzing past my head.
"Are you busy?" Bruce asks me.
I throw a stick and break the guy's wrist, gun falling to the floor, "Nah, I'm good. He kicked you out?"
"I know he has Conner there; Tim is too close to this."
I flip over the two guys rushing at me and tag one in the back of his head for good measure, "He's always had a blind spot for Conner, you can't blame him."
"I can."
Sweep the leg of the other guy and make sure he doesn't get up, "Really? So, what's Selina's cell number? You know, the one she was put in after you arrested her."
He was quiet for a long time before he asked, "Will you help?"
"Sure, he can claim he's the ranking Titan on scene right up until I show up," I throw both sticks and they bounce around the room, hitting the last guys squarely, knocking them out, "I'll call you when I have something."
"Thank you, Dick."
"That's what youthful wards are for," and logged out. I looked around at the knocked out and barely conscious men, "You know, it's considered rude to shoot people when they are on the phone, I hope this teaches you a lesson."
"Sorry," one of them groans as I hear police sirens in the distance.
I zip skywards and take off, time to hit the West Coast.
After a change of uniforms, I head over to the Titans jet that is stashed on the east coast and program it for the Tower. I don't call ahead because Tim already knows I am coming. He practically baited Bruce into calling me, so there's no reason to keep playing his game. He wanted me to come. I'll come.
But if he thinks I'm going to take it easy on him he's insane.
I landed the jet and walked out, Tim was waiting for me, smile in place.
"Dick, what a surprise."
"Oh, I doubt that. I was in the middle of a case when I was pulled away so let's get this over with. I'm only going to ask you once. Is Conner and the kid here?"
"Yes."
"Tim, I know they are, so stop wasting…what did you say?"
"It's like the roadrunner, I just put on the brakes, and you go flying by."
"They're here?"
"Yes."
"Will you take me to them?"
"Sure, if that's what you want."
What the what…he was just giving up?
"What are you playing at?"
"Nothing, I think you will have a more open mind than Bruce does when it comes to this. Hear him out, and at the end if you want to lock them up, I won't stop you."
"You promise?"
"What do I need to do, pinky swear? Yes Dick, I promise, just hear them out."
I nodded, so this was his play. He thinks I am going to be a pushover and be the nice older brother I normally am and let this slide. But I know how dangerous Luthor can be when he is focused on something, he just doesn't put an agent in Smallville for fun.
"Lead the way," I say, gesturing to the rest of the tower.
He smiled again and began to lead me up into the rec areas.
"You know Bruce knew you were lying."
"Uh-huh, I made sure he did, only way I'd be sure he'd send you."
"And why me?"
He stopped at the gym, "Like I said, I think you'll have the right mindset."
He gestured for me to go in, "You aren't coming?"
"No, I don't want you to think I am trying to convince you of something, you want to talk to him, talk to him."
Something was up, but if this was the way he wanted to play it…
I walked in and the sound of one of the machines being used was all I could hear. I was hit by a smell…at first, I thought it was sweat…acrid, bitter…but as soon as I inhaled, I realized it was something else entirely. It wasn't sweat, it was…Lucky Charms? I inhaled deeply, it was, that was cereal!
As I walked up to the boy, I looked around for the cereal but there was none to be found…what the what?
He was a reasonable attractive kid, obviously was some kind of jock in high school…he was covered in sweat as he did butterfly curls, his biceps straining…
I shook my head as he stopped.
"Hey, you must be Robin."
"Nightwing," I said, shaking my head…what the hell was wrong with me? I felt like I was drunk, "My name is Nightwing."
"Sure, whatever, what's up?"
"I have some questions," I said, trying to focus my mind, "About Conner Kent."
He stood up and I felt myself take a step back…was he taller than me? I mean he didn't look it but he seemed…
"What about him?" he asked walking towards me, "What you want to know about my boy?"
"Your…what?" the smell was everywhere…it was like I was drowning in it! "Conner is straight, what did you do to him?"
"Do?" he asked, slowly walking around me, it felt like I was being stalked almost, "I didn't do anything to him…I mean besides fuck the living shit out of him."
The fleeting image of Conner being mounted by this kid brought a flush to my face and I felt my body react for half a second…followed by a pain in my head, "Shit…" I hissed, holding my head, "You forced him…"
He was right next to me now, "I don't force anyone to do anything. All I did was show Conner what he had been hiding this whole time." His breath was on my neck, but I refused to flinch, "You see he thought he was this big, strong, straight guy. An alpha male, total pussy hound…you know the type." I nodded, it was like he was talking about me. "But deep down, where no one had ever touched before…he wanted to be used…he needed it." My cock was hardening in my suit as the pain in my head increased. "No forcing at all…just a bitch realizing he needed to be fucked."
"No!" I raged, stumbling away from him, "Why did Luthor put you in Smallville? What was your mission?"
He took a step back, "That what you're here for?" I nodded. "Fine, I'll tell you anything you want…if you can beat me."
"I'm not going to beat you off!" I said, what the fuck did he think…
He started to laugh, "No one said anything about beating off…I mean the ring," he gestured towards the sparring ring, "Get your mind out of the gutter."
I felt my face grow red, why did I assume that? What the hell was wrong with me?
"Hey!" he barked, snapping his fingers, "I'm talking to you!"
"Sorry."
I froze, the word just slipped out before I could stop it…what the…
"What you say Robin? Go three rounds, you win I tell you everything."
I shook my head, why wouldn't this pain stop?
"You want to fight me?" I tried to sound confident, but my voice sounded so confused…weak, "You know you can't win."
He just smiled, "So then you shouldn't have a problem agreeing."
"What if you win?" I asked.
He cocked his head, "Thought that couldn't happen?"
Screw this, "Fine, let's get this over with."
I flipped over the ropes and landed in the middle, he climbed through them, standing tall once he was through. I took a good look at him; he was in better shape than I had first thought. He was big, toned, just one of those perfect specimens that seemed to crop up from time to time. He looked like a leaner Bruce, or a better version of Jason…Luthor built this kid to last.
He stripped off his sweaty shirt and I realized he was in better shape than that, he was perfect! Every line of every muscle was flawless…he had the body I strove for…everything I wanted to be…
Pain rang out again and I actually felt my knees weaken as I grasped both sides of my head, fuck…what was going on? This felt like a migraine from hell.
"You ok Boy Wonder?" he asked, "You wanna give up?"
"Stop calling me that," I said, forcing the pain back, "My name is Nightwing!"
He just grinned, "Ok Wingding, take your best shot."
Time to end this kid.
I lunge at him, doing a quick flip and swinging at him, I brace for the impact that was going to knock him out…
And he side steps me.
I turn to face him, and he slaps my face…hard.
"Wrong…try again," he says.
I am holding my cheek, what the hell just happened? I focus up and lunge at him again, no flip, nothing extra, just a straight lunge to take him down. He moves out of the way again, I go stumbling past him, he slaps my ass on the way, sending me into the ropes.
"Strike two," he laughs as I untangle myself. How in the hell is this kid dodging me? My ass stings as I turn to face him again.
"Give up yet?" he asks.
I'm pissed, but there is also a twinge of doubt as I square up again. This couldn't be happening; I could take this punk.
I give him my best grin, "I never give up."
He twists his neck, popping it as he flexed his knuckles, "First time for anything, let's go."
I swing, fully intending on breaking his jaw. He moves aside and brings his knee up into my but, I barely feel the impact, but I feel a stab of weakness move through me as he hits me. I start to crumble, a pained, "Sorry…" slipping out of my mouth.
As I start to go down, he drops to the ground, pulling my prone body over his knees. I try to squirm away, but his hand comes down on my ass, freezing me in place.
"NO!" he yells, making my whole-body shake, "BAG DOG!"
He spanks me again and I hear a whining noise echo throughout the gym…it takes second to realize it's coming from me.
"Stop!" I scream, still unable to free myself as his hand keeps coming down hard, over and over.
"NO!" he barks, "Walking around in those green fucking panties…thinking you're the shit!" his hand came down over and over, "You think you're hot shit, don't you?"
The pain was intense as his words seeped into my brain…I didn't think that…I mean not consciously.
"Come on BOY Wonder, admit it, you think you're a fucking stud." "I'm…I'm…" I tried to talk but the pain and the humiliation was too much.
"Just say it, you think you're the man and you like everyone knowing it…right?" He had stopped spanking me and was now rubbing my ass.
The kindness of the gesture took me off guard and my mouth said, "I do…" before I could stop it.
"You love the way people look at you," he said, rubbing harder.
My mind was a blur, what was going on?
"I like it…I like…" why couldn't I stop talking? "I like the attention."
"Attention from this?" he squeezed my ass, and I stifled a moan.
"Yes…" I said defeated.
"I knew it!" he said and went back to spanking me, "I fucking knew it! You wore that shit to turn on real men, you wanted to be fucked!"
I screamed no, trying again to escape but my body felt like it was trapped in molasses, nothing would respond…except my cock!
"You wanted to be caught and tied down, forced to suck some thugs cock…come on Robin…admit it!"
I didn't, the thought…the thought…why was the thought suddenly appealing. I closed my eyes and forced it away, but his hand came down again and broke my concentration.
"Say you're beaten, admit it!" my ass was burning now, each successive slap hurt worse than the one before…but worse than that I was getting turned on by this!
"Nooo…." I whined, trying my hardest to recover and failing.
"Take off your gloves," he ordered, slapping me even harder, "NOW!"
My hands shake as I pull my gloves off, hoping he would stop…
He grabbed one of my arms and pulled it behind me, "Gimme that…come on…" he moves my hand up to my neck, pressing one finger to…
OH NO!
I feel my uniform release, my fingerprint unlocking it…how did he know about that?
I felt cool air touch my back and I began to panic, thrashing around to get up when he places one hand on the small of my back…and I instantly relaxed. There was a warm glow from his hand that radiated outwards…
"Shhh…I got you…it's ok."
I felt myself relax as the pain in my head exploded. I let out a low moan as I trembled at his fingertips. He slid the zipper down to the top of my ass and paused. "You're ok…" he said softly, slipping his fingers under my uniform, touching the top of my ass, "Such a good boy…"
His hand moved lower and squeezed one of my cheeks and I felt my face flush as my cock raged…this couldn't be happening! My head wouldn't stop screaming as I tried to move, tried to escape…but part of me had just given up and surrendered to my fate.
"You like that?" he asked, brazenly groping my ass, I shook my head even as I pushed back onto his touch. I hated it, wanted to scream for him to stop touching me as my body seemed to want more and more. "Come on…take your top off."
I slipped my arms free, bare chested as I laid on his lap. He slid my uniform down, over my ass, exposing it…the only thing stopping my hard cock from nudging his leg was my jockstrap and cup. My uniform hung around my knees as he moved his hand over both cheeks now.
"Look at this ass…" he marveled, "So smooth…so perfect."
His words seemed to bring my joy, even as I sobbed inside at his touch. One hand moved under my jock, brushing at my hole.
I gasped as my entire body shook. I pushed off him, falling to the ground, my uniform tangling me up. On all fours I crawled away from him, each step harder than the last. He walked up to me and placed his foot on the small of my back, pushing me to the ground, "Tsk tsk tsk…still fighting me?" he said straddling my waist, "We can do something about that," he grabbed one of my escrima sticks and placed it front of my face.
"Open!"
My mouth opened of its own free will and he shoved the stick in my jaw, "Ok…up boy!" he pulled back and I got halfway to my knees, him riding me like a horse! "Come on…giddy up!" he nudged my waist with his heels, and I stumbled forward on all fours, him steering me with my stick. I had never been so shamed before, I could not believe this was happening!
He pulled back and brought me to my knees, "Up…up!" My hands went up, like they were paws and he let go of my stick, grabbing my pecs. "Good look at these tits!"
I moaned around the stick, just kneeling there letting him molest me. The pain in my head was just a constant blade in my brain now…I had never felt such agony.
"My girl has a rocking body…" he growled, his hands moving down over my abs, again his words sparking waves of joy in my brain even as I screamed internally. "Come on…push back on your man…"
My man…the pain intensified as my hips pushed back against him. His hands moved over my jock, rubbing the bulge…another needy moan escaping my throat. His mouth touched the side of my neck, and I was horrified to find myself moving to the side to allow him.
His teeth nibbled at my skin and the stick fell from my mouth as I cried out, "Oh fuck!"
I knew he was leaving a mark…that thought alone seemed to thrill me as I felt him gnaw at the delicate skin, leaving hickie after hickie as he went. My arm reached up and pressed his face to my neck, wanting more…the pain was just a shirl tone now as he moved down to my shoulder.
"So hot…" he murmured, "So hungry…"
He moved away and pushed me down to the floor, "Strip," he snapped, "Get the rest of that off."
I felt myself scramble to pull my boots off, internally I reasoned with my uniform off it would be easier to run away…but there was another voice…under that…calling me a liar. He undid his jeans and pulled them down; and I stared in shock.
He was wearing a pair of my trunks! Green scales and all…how did he…it had to be Tim. I was furious for a moment and then froze when I saw it. His cock strained the material to its limit, it barely held it.
"You wore these?" he asked, adjusting himself, "Man how small is your dick?"
My face reddened as I just stared at the way he filled them out. He was enormous…and he looked SO much better than I did in them. That thought hurt…I felt a stab of pain and when I looked back, he was rubbing the front of them…he wasn't even hard yet!
"Fucking panties…" he said rubbing his cock to life, like a cobra it slowly filled the pouch before the head popped over the waistband, seeing it caused my heart to skip a beat. "Whoops…fell out."
He kept making it twitch and more of it was exposed, folding the trunks down until it flopped free, slapping his abs with a wet thud.
I just stared at it open mouthed, he was enormous! Up till now the two biggest cocks I had seen were Bruce and Jason, each one possessing a member that could make donkeys blush. But this kid…this kid put them to shame. He just stood there smiling, his hand slowly stroking it, "Like what you see?"
I start to nod and force myself to stop, the pain ramps up and I grab the sides of my head again.
"Do I look better than you did?"
I looked away…I couldn't…no…
"Look boy," he says walking out of them and slowly towards me, "LOOK AT ME!"
My head snaps up, another pitiful sorry tumbles off my tongue.
"Don't I look better than you did?"
I nodded.
"Am I hotter than you?"
Another pitiful nod.
"You want this?" he asked, the beast looks almost twice as big than mine.
"Noo…" I moan, the pain intolerable.
"Damn," he says under his breath, "You sure you don't want just a taste?" he asks, bring the head of his cock to my lips, smearing his precum across them like lip balm. It takes every ounce of my will to not open my mouth…but between the pain and the smell of his cock under my nose…
"One lick…one lick and you can go," he promises.
I know it's bullshit, but it sounds so reasonable…and the pain…God the pain…
"Come on little buddy…one lick…"
I am trembling…at the edge of my endurance…
"One lick…"
He slaps my face with it, now fully hard and the thickness, the weight of it shocks me. I gasp and he shoves the huge head onto my tongue. My mind wants to throw up as I swirl around his cock, his precum soaking into my taste buds. The pain builds and I feel something snap in my brain. My hands fall to my side as I begin to suckle on his cock, the gym is filled with the slurping sounds of me nursing on him like I was a hungry calf.
His hand moves through my head, pulling me down on him, "Such a good boy…"
Another moan as I began to slather his shaft, shamelessly debasing myself on this kid's cock. I had never had another man's penis in my mouth before and the thought of it before this would have made me queasy. But as I continue to suck on him, I realize how much I love it…and want more. His cock hits the back of my throat and I gag…but he doesn't stop, doesn't let up. He holds my head still as he forces his head down the opening my throat.
The muscles inside my neck burn as I feel his thickness lodge itself deeper and deeper. I can't breathe but I am also at peace…I am completely still as he throat fucks me, this shaft going deeper and deeper as tears roll down my face, my vision blurring.
"Good bitch…such a good bitch…"
His words were small sparks of pleasure as I began to lose consciousness, I was his bitch…his good bitch.
"Yeah…take that cock…take it…" he is sliding it down my throat, that huge head dragging the sides of my throat with each movement. He is just pistoning into my mouth, his balls hitting my chin as drool runs down my chin.
I felt his cock pulse in my mouth as I passed out, his load shooting down my throat like a gusher…
And then nothing.
I dream of him…him standing over me with that cock…that incredible cock…me on my knees, hand up taking a pledge to worship it eternally…
Part of me recognizes this is the oath I had taken with Bruce but…now it's twisted. I am swearing to be his bitch, to serve him, to be his…
I hear a deep voice moaning and it wakes me up…my head is swimming…the pain has lessened…and then I feel it. Something slides out of my ass, and I realize the moan is from me…I wake up and realize I am on all fours in the ring…the kid is behind me, fucking me with my own stick! My back is arched as I push back onto it…begging for more.
"Please…please…" I hear myself pant as he pushed it back into me. I don't even know if I am begging him to stop or to go faster…
"Yeah, back that pussy up," me mocks, "My girl has a grade A cunt…show me that cunt…come on!"
I close my eyes as I push back again, forcing more of my own weapon into my virgin ass. It burns but there is also this warmth…this pleasure…my body is completely into this even if my mind is not. And even that is fading as the pleasure moves through me, my whole body responding to being anally raped. Why does this feel so good? Why?
"Yeah, ride that stick," he cheers, "Come on boy wonder, show me that ass!"
Why couldn't I stop? Why was I hard as a rock? Why…my head hung down as I sobbed, ruining myself on my own weapon while this teen just laughed. The pain was making my legs shake as the pleasure just flooded my system. I let out a small grunt every time I bottomed out, the impact of it hitting something that felt like an electrical shock inside of me, that made me speed up my efforts.
"Yeah, fuck yourself," he urged, "Lemme see the great Nightwing squeal like a pig."
"Un…un…" I moaned, realizing that there was no pain anymore, I had become used to the stick…I needed something bigger. "More…" I pleaded, not believing what I was asking.
"Oh, is your pussy hungry?" he asked, slamming the stick hard, "Is it?"
"Please." I whined, the need in my voice killing me.
"Ask me to fuck you," he said, holding the stick still.
I pushed back on my own, fucking myself on the weapon but getting no relief…oh god…no!
"Come on baby," he said, leaning in and kissing one of my ass cheeks, "Ask me to fuck you."
I bit my bottom lip from answering, I slammed back onto the stick, wanting to feel that sting again, my body craving it…the pain in my head was at an all-time high…I couldn't think…I needed…I wanted…
Another kiss, "Ask me…"
"I…I…"
He pulled the stick out and I looked back at him in a panic, "No…please…"
He locked eyes with mine, "Ask. Me."
My thoughts were just a white-hot blaze…my arms collapsed, I rested my head on the mat, my ass sticking straight up. I couldn't…I couldn't something…it was wrong…but the pain…the pleasure…I needed…I saw girls…but they meant nothing to me. A red head…orange skin…
All I could see was this kid.
He moved between my cheeks, and I felt his tongue touch me…and my resistance crumbled. I pushed back onto him, trying to get him to violate me as much as I could. He was tickling parts of me that made me moan, I was pounding the mat as he went deeper…making me scream.
He came up for air and I was panting, sweat falling down my face. He wiped his mouth, "Ask me."
My as quivered, empty and aching…oh god…oh god…
"Come on baby," he said, crooking a finger into me, "Let me fill thus pussy."
His fingertip touched something, and I gasp, my whole body shook, "Oh fuck…yes…yes!!"
"You like that girl? You like me itching your cunt?"
I nodded, oh god…what was he doing?
"Ask me…beg me…"
The pain finally peaked, making me feel like my head was going to explode…
"FUCK ME! PLEASE FUCK ME!"
And it vanished. The pain just evaporated as he chuckled and places his cock to my needy hole, "This what you want?"
I nodded, knowing what I was about to give up.
"Then prove it…push back onto it."
I could hear the voice in my mind screaming at me not to…but I still rocked back, his head slowly entering my virgin hole…causing me to moan out loud.
"Oh god!" I screamed, as his huge head tried to breach my hole, I had never felt such pain but there was such a current of pleasure from obeying this kid that made me ignore it. I strained, my previously untouched hole resisting his massive head…I tried not to think of what this looked like, me on all fours, ass up, forcing this teen's elephant cock in me…not caring about anything but being fucked.
"Come on bitch," he said slapping my ass, "Back up on your man's cock…"
"Too big…" I cried out, bracing myself as I pushed harder…it felt like he was tearing me apart!
"Do it slut…prove to me you want it…"
"Please…oh god please…" I babbled, not even sure what I was begging for anymore.
"Look at the great Nightwing…crying to be fucked like a WHORE!"
On whore he grabbed my waist and pulled me onto him, his cock popped into me, and I felt my whole mind just melt. The pain was incredible but the fact I was being bred by such a stud, by such a perfect specimen of a man…
"OH FUCK YEAH!" I screamed, feeling his cock just destroy my ass, I pushed back onto him, wanting more of his horse cock in me…his hands pulled at my jock, riding me like a horse.
"Come on bitch, gimme that ass, show daddy how much you want it."
"Oh shit…oh fuck…" I called out, "You're in me…I can feel you in me!"
"Yeah, you can," he laughed, running his hands up my back, "You feel that, you feel daddy's cock?"
"Soooo big…" I cooed, not believing how good it felt.
His hand moved under to my chest and pulled me to my knees, sinking his cock even further, "Yeah you like that baby…you like daddy's cock?"
He pulled me close, and he turned my face to meet his, he nudged forward a little and I gasped.
"Tell me what you want," he said, our lips so close…
The last of my pride crumbled and I leaned in, "Fuck me daddy," and we kissed.
He kissed me hard and then shoved me back to the mat, pulling my ass back onto his cock with my jock. I moaned as he fucked me, his fucking baseball bat of a dick destroying my ass, my hands clawing at the mat as I pushed back on his assault. He slammed into me hard, slapping my ass the whole time, calling me his slut, his beautiful slut…
I had never been so happy.
My cheek rested on the mat as he plowed me, drool puddled under my face as I laid there, huge smile as I was bred. I was his bitch, his happy bitch…I needed that cock in me hard and fast. I don't know how long I was fucked; all I know was when he pulled out it hadn't been long enough.
He spun me over on my back and grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide. I looked up at him and was shook by how hot he was, I smiled up at him, not believing I was going to get fucked by such a stud. He smiled down, "You want me to fuck you?"
I nodded, "Please…"
He leaned down, "Beg daddy to fuck you."
With no shame left I pulled him down, "Please, fuck me daddy," and kissed him.
He kissed me back and it made my toes curl, and then he pulled back and slid his cock into my aching hole. I threw my head back as I felt him enter me, hitting me from a different angle it was like being fucked for the first time all over. My legs quivered as he slowly pushed his cock into me, making my tight hole sing as he claimed it as his own. He grunted as he forced his way past my tight walls, nudging that spot deep in me that made my melt for a second.
He chuckled as I shook, "Yeah did I find your bitch button?" he asked pausing, he pulled back, dragging himself over it and I cried out again, "See that's the button that turns you from big bad Nightwing," he jabbed it again and I squealed, "To my little cunt…"
Oh my god it felt so good! I tried to push back to force his cock over it again, but he held my legs still, "Tell me you have a hungry pussy…come on, I want to hear the fabled Nightwing tell me he's a bitch."
There was a moment of hesitation and then I began to babble, "Please kid, fuck my pussy…fill me…please I need it…"
"Master."
"Please Master, fuck your bitch…fuck your good girl…"
He slammed his hips forward and I lost the ability to speak. All I could do was sob as he fucked me like the proper bitch I was. This teen, this fucking punk was owning my ass so well…I would never be a man again. I was his cunt, his hole…his fucking cum rag.
He fucked me until my eyes rolled up in the back of my head and I was just lying there like a rag doll, his sex toy to use. At one point he slapped my face, "Tighten that pussy up!" and I clenched my ass, to give him more friction while fucking me. Obeying him was like an orgasm unto itself.
"I'm gonna shoot up in you," he said with a growl, "Going to breed your superhero ass."
The thought of him dumping his load into me was transcendent, I arched my back and pushed to meet his thrusts, wanting to give him the best cum of his life. He sped up and I held my breath, waiting…
He grunted and I felt his cock swell in me and then a warmth…
My cock exploded, shooting my own load over my pecs and abs as I came like I had never came before. My whole body shook as I felt myself be bred for the first time, knowing that this was my purpose, his bitch, his hole…my everything. I wrapped my legs around his waist and milked his cock for eve3ry last drop.
He finally pried my legs off of him, pulling his cock out of me while laughing, "Damn girl…you're gonna rip it off."
I laid there, cum leaking out my ass, my own cock slowly deflating…in a state of bliss I could never had imagined. Tim's head looked down at me and smiled, "So you get it now?"
I nodded, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
I was part of the pack now…I was the bitch.