Tim
I was a child when I first saw Dick Grayson.
My parents had taken me to the circus, and I saw his parents fly…and then plumet to the ground only to die in front of his eyes.
It was easily the most horrific thing I had ever experienced, and I became a little obsessed with him. He fell off the face of the earth, adopted by a billionaire he didn't make a lot of public appearances, but I never stopped studying him. By the time I was nine there wasn't an image of the Flying Graysons I hadn't seen, not a piece of film that had captured them I didn't own…
So, when I saw Robin do a quadruple somersault, a trick only the Graysons had done, I knew I had found Dick Grayson again.
Yes, I was nine years old and figured out who Batman and Robin were, that's how smart I am.
When he became Nightwing I knew who he was, when Jason became Robin, I knew it was someone new…and when Jason was killed, I watched Batman slowly unspool. I went to Dick, told him that Batman needed a Robin…but to him that was a step back. They ended up getting captured and that led to be Robin. My entire life it seems I have spent chasing Dick Grayson in one way or another.
And now he was lying naked in front of me, covered in cum.
His mind was a swamp of emotions, most of them warring with each other. Dick was under the pack's spell, his brain was processing Donnie's scent, sending him untold pleasure for complying…but he hadn't submitted yet. He was still in there fighting it, he was still straight, ladies' man Dick Grayson deep down so I needed to fix that. I needed him to just let go and join us…I had told Donnie to relax his hold on Dick some. I needed to talk to the real him, not the Dick who was bound to the pack.
"T-tim?" he stammered as I knelt down next to him.
My hand moved over his chest and for the millionth time was blown away at his body. To say there wasn't an ounce of fat on him doesn't quite get the truth of his physique across. Dick, out of all of us, worked on his body the most. If he wasn't in the Batcave going through his routines, he was at the small gym he kept in Bludhaven doing the same. It's easy to say he is vain, but the truth was that his self-value was intrinsically tied to looks. So, when he was done, and was checking every line and muscle out in the mirror, he wasn't showing off…he was convincing himself he wasn't a loser.
"God you are so hot," I said in the same tone I would use to calm a spooked horse, "You have to know how fucking sexy you are…but I wish you could see yourself."
"Please stop…" he whined, "I don't want this."
"You don't want what? To be happy?"
"This isn't happy!" he insisted, grabbing my hand.
"What is happy Dick? It's a chemical reaction to emotional stimuli…you have the emotions…you have the chemicals…" I reached down and ran a fingertip up the length of his cock, making him write and moan, "That's happy."
"Not…real…" he said through gritted teeth, he couldn't stop me from doing what I want, nor could he not find pleasure in it…but he was holding on to the edge of this mental cliff with his fingertips.
"Are we going to argue what is and isn't real?" I asked. Grasping his swollen shaft tightly and stroking it, "Is my hand real? Is your dick? What about how it feels, real or not?"
His hips buck up, fucking my hand involuntarily as he moans.
"Lemme let you in on a secret Dick," I said as I sped my hand up, "Something that Bruce never taught us…something not even he has learned."
He was biting his bottom lip to keep from crying out, I could feel him slowly losing the will to fight.
I leaned down until my mouth was at his ear, "Here's the thing, we were taught how to fight, how to resist, how to survive. We were made soldiers of the night and thought that was all we needed to know. But you know the lesson we didn't learn?"
I sped my hand up and I could feel him hold his breath.
"We're allowed to be happy…" I said, feeling his cock pulse in my hand as he came, a strangled scream coming from his mouth as my words cracked his resolve a little…
Just a little, but more than enough.
Thursday Belle Reeve Prison 8:31am
Like every other part of the prison, the common area could be reconfigured for combat.
Gone were the tables and bookshelves, replaces with a battery of automatic sentries and force fields. The jail had been destroyed before, and each time it was remade with bigger and better defenses. This was the third iteration of Belle Reeve and easily the most sophisticated.
Waller was pretty sure it wasn't going to be enough.
Harley and Bloodshot showed up first, she was wielding her hammer while Bloodshot was wearing his transporter harness that allowed him to summon an endless array of weapons to his hand.
"Sgt. Quinn reporting for duty!" Harley said with a backwards salute.
"What's worth ten years of my sentence?" Trent asked with disdain. He was a white supremacist and loathed taking order from Waller.
Waller pointed to the blast doors she had sealed when she ran in, "We have a hostile coming from the control room, she is to be…"
"She?" Bloodsport scoffed, "I'm supposed to be afraid of a woman? A weak and useless creature to be sure."
Harley just stared at him for a long while and then said, "We need to talk about your mother sometime."
"What the bloody hell is worth waking me up?" Captain Boomerang called out, coming in from the barracks side.
"Waller says there's a girl here to beat us up," Harley yelled back.
"Is she hot?" he asked.
"This is a serious…" Waller began to say when a booming voice called out, "KING SHARK IS A SHARK!"
Waller shook her head, "We're gonna die."
Tim
I took my time eating his load off his perfect body.
I had never understood the appeal of Nyotaimori, the art of eating food off of naked bodies, but as my tongue ran over Dick's hard body, I realized it was something I could become addicted to. I moved up his abs, over his nipples until I was laying on top of him, our faces inches apart.
He was insanely turned on, but I could hear his inner voice screaming as I leaned down and kissed him, feeding his own cum back to him. He was a much better kisser than I could have imagined, soft, aggressive, insistent…I leaned into the kiss, and I felt his arms move around me, his inner conflict momentarily silenced by the emotion of the moment.
We made out for quite a while, both of us lost in the other's lust causing us to spiral. He had never kissed a man before and I could feel his internal shock on how appealing it was, coupled with the fact that Dick really did love me made it much more than a make out session. He had literally forgotten he was supposed to hate this for a couple of minutes, it wasn't until he felt my hard cock slide through his abs that he came back to reality.
He broke the kiss and looked at me with panicked eyes, "Tim, stop…"
I smiled at him, grinding my cock up and down his eight pack, "Why? Because you liked it?"
He was about to deny it, but he knew I could sense a lie, so just laid there silent, his own member growing hard again.
"Aren't I handsome enough," I said sitting up, straddling his chest as I raise my hands over my head, "All I ever do is try to look like you…"
His thoughts were all over the place, Dick was vain as hell, he loved the way he looked. Because of that he valued male physically more than the normal straight guy. On top of that, because he liked the way he looked, people who looked like him…he liked as well. I wasn't Dick, but I worked constantly on my body. I had hard, cut muscle that rivaled Dick's, the only thing I was lacking was the bulk he had. But because of the way men's ego worked, the thing you cannot have is the one thing you covet…Dick looked at my definition as something he worked for…which meant he craved it.
And because of the pack he craved me.
His hands rose and moved over my chest and abs, primal lust consuming his mind as he felt the warm flesh under his fingertips. He grabbed my nipples and squeezed, making me gasp as I threw my head back in ecstasy. I could hear echoes of memories of him doing this to women, but not feeling the same awe because of his own vanity. I had characteristics he craved…so he was turned on despite himself. His hands moved down my pecs to my lats down to my abs, his fingers moving over each hard muscle…
And then he saw my cock.
There is a list of things that men don't talk about in public, on the top of that list is our obsession with dick size. Straight, gay, married, whatever, men are obsessed with cock size, theirs, others, doesn't matter how they see them, they always look. Along with that there is power dynamic that runs through our lizard brains when we see a huge cock. Men automatically defer to a larger cock…even if it's subconscious.
I was blessed with a huge dick.
There is that stereotype of skinny, skater kids with big dicks? I am that stereotype. Conner has a huge cock because of his kryptonian genes, and he barely keeps up with me. Now Dick has a great cock, and I am sure up to this point it is one of the larger ones he had seen in person…but here he is eye to eye with what can only be described as a superior cock.
His hands move from my cum gutters and one grips the base of my dick, there is no thrall here, no mental push…he holds it himself and feels the thickness and weight of it and is instantly jealous. He places his other hand one it and strokes me two handed, a feat he had always wanted to do with his own. He is jerking me off, marveling at the size of it, his mind ablaze with a sexual desire he had never imagined before.
He pulls it down and lets go it, watching it slap my abs with a heavy slap, his cock throbs in response. He does it again, precum forming on my head and smearing it over my abs…and he licks his lips.
He freezes, shocked at his response and looks up at me…
I smile and nod, giving him permission…
And I hold my breath as Dick Grayson pulls the head of my cock down as he lifts his head to meet it…extends his tongue…
"Do it…" I whisper.
I hear an aborted scream in his mind as he begins to lick the tip, relishing the taste of my precum…
He's falling.
Thursday Belle Reeve Prison 8:35am
The talking stopped with the sound of tearing metal.
Everyone looked at the blast doors and saw the massive slabs of metal slowly open. Two metal strips flowed through the crack and morphed into crowbar like appendages, prying the doors open even more. As they slowly parted Bloodsport went to one knee and held his arm up to his shoulder…
A hazy outline of a bazooka formed on his shoulder, within seconds it had solidified into an actual weapon as he fired into the open doorway. There was a massive explosion as Mercy was blown back, the doors slamming shut again.
Trent stood, the weapon vanishing to where it came from, "That's how you deal with a woman," he spat.
Before anyone could respond a stream of liquid metal pushed its way through the broken door, it reformed into Mercy, looking completely undamaged.
"What the?" Bloodsport cried, bring his hands up, summoning an automatic rifle.
Mercy looked at him, "Lexcorp experimental weapon cache detected, override code Alexander delta 5."
Bloodsport's harness beeped twice in acknowledgement, the rifle vanishing.
Trent looked shocked as he tried to summon a weapon again.
"Initiate self-destruct sequence," she said with a small smile.
The harness began to beep as Bloodsport desperately tried to pry the device off.
"Bruce!" Harley screamed at King shark, "Throw him!"
"Wait!" Bloodsport yelled as King Shark picked him up effortlessly, "Just take the harness off!"
"KING SHARK IS A SHARK!" he screamed, throwing the man at Mercy.
The entire building shook as the harness detonated, filling that side of the room in flames. The squad held its breath as it waited for confirmation that Mercy was down.
As they smoke faded, they could see her walk out of the flames and destruction, unaffected.
"Give me the clone," she said to Waller.
"Kill her!" Amanda ordered…the squad moved into action.
Tim
It was his first time, so he was hesitant.
His tongue swirled around my head slowly as he got accustomed to the feel of it. He was shocked how much it stretched his mouth open, more awe and surprise as he moved around the head and licked up my shaft. He could feel the thick vein that ran up the center of it, the more he licked the more he fell under its spell. What started out as curiosity was slowly melting into complete and utter fascination.
He had always dreamed of having a cock like mine, had fantasized about it as all men do. Now that it was in his hand and mouth…he realized how much he desired it. He began to lose himself as he worshipped it…he wasn't even aware of what he was doing right now he was so far into lust. Watching Dick Grayson run his tongue up and down the length of my cock was a fantasy I hadn't realized I was harboring until now.
"You are so hot," I said, stroking his ego and encouraging him. "That feels so good Dick, you're doing so well…"
He had always craved approval from his betters, normally Bruce but in this case…me. The pack mentality was warping his sense of self, he saw my body and cock as superior, so my words hit deep…real deep. His tentative licks became more forceful as he stopped tasting my cock and moved to sucking it.
Watching him nurse on my cockhead was transcendent, Dick had always been the dream, the untouchable one…I had jerked off to him so many times that I had stopped showering after patrol to avoid being naked in the same space as him. But here he was, sucking my cock, holding on to it with both hands, lovingly worshipping it like the proper cockwhore I always wanted him to be…
I pushed deeper into his mouth, there was a momentary flash of panic but then submission as he felt the thickness fill his mouth completely. I knew I should be gentle, ease him into this…but having him under me, wanting more…I lost it.
I hit the back of his throat and kept pushing.
I heard him start to gag and just kept going. My head shoved its way down this throat slowly, he started to moan but I didn't stop. His hands slapped at my sides as I went deeper and deeper…the sounds of him choking filled the room as he felt me breach his throat completely and slide down it. His slaps became weaker as I kept going…I could actually see the bulge of my cock bugling his throat out and I shuddered with lust.
"Come on Dick…take it…fucking take it…" I growled, pushing the last inch down his throat, my balls finally slapping against his chin. Once I was all the way in, I pulled back and heard him gasp, taking a much needed breath before I shoved it back in. His groans were like candy as I sped up, slamming my cock down his throat, facefucking him like a madman.
My mind reeled as I made Dick Grayson my personal whore, I smashed my cock into his mouth, his own cock still rock hard, leaking everywhere…
He was into this!
That was it, I was gone.
My hips were a blur as I jack rabbited him, my cock humming from the friction caused by his virgin throat…his moans became weaker and weaker as I cut his air off. I could feel his thoughts swimming from lack of air, causing his pleasure to only amplify.
His hands felt to his side limply, as he just laid there, letting me use him.
I roared as I sped up, my orgasm coming fast.
"Gonna shoot down your fucking throat!"
I heard him whimper weakly and that was too much, I shot a gallon of cum down his throat…my entire body just exploding in pleasure as I soiled he great Dick Grayson's mouth…
He jerked once and his cock began to shoot untouched! Cum flying everywhere as he lost consciousness…his last thought was that he had never cummed like that in his life…
And he wanted to again.
As I slipped my cock free, I knew I had him.
Thursday Belle Reeve Prison 8:37am
Harley Quinn was not an idiot.
Clinically insane with strong sociopathic tendencies sure, but no one would ever call her stupid. So, when she went flipping towards Mercy with only a mallet, it would be easy to think of her as lacking common sense.
She went swinging towards the android, looking like she was about tee off on her head. At the last second she dropped her hammer, rolled between Mercy's legs, chuckling a grenade up into her face.
"Special delivery!"
This move was called special delivery.
The grenade exploded, half of Mercy's face was blown away, leaving a burnt metal crater. But she turned to face Harley, her face grew back as if nothing had occurred.
"Smylex detected, cleansing protocols engaged," Mercy said as her hands morphed into two barrels and a dozen darts came flying out at subsonic speeds. Harley dodged four of them but the rate of fire was too fast and the last eight tagged her up and down her body.
An object impacted the side of Mercy's face and exploded, doing little damage.
"Hey Sheila! Fuck off now!" Captain Boomerang yelled.
"Lexcorp dentation circuits detected, Override code Lillian 3 niner 2."
All of Boomerangs weapons chirped.
"Oh fuck me," he said, scrambling to drop his boomerangs and running.
"You bitch," a voice said from behind.
Mercy turned and found herself face to face with doctor Harleen Quinzel, her face no longer Joker white, her mind now complete.
"You turned me back!"
"I neutralized you," Mercy said turning towards Waller.
"Bruce!" Dr. Quinn yelled, "Eat this bitch!"
King Shark charged at mercy, mouth watering as he descended on her.
Mercy's mouth open and a low tone issued out, King slowed, his fins covering where he ears would be. The tone grew louder, and he began to shake…blood spewing from his eyes. The tone became nearly audible to Harley as Mercy cycled the tone louder and louder.
"King Shark is a shark?" he cried out, his head swelling and ballooning out as his eyes bulged.
Harley looked away as there was a wet pop….and his body fell to the floor.
Mercy looked at Waller, "You will give me the clone."
And began crossing the room.
Tim
I watched him slowly wake up…those beautiful blue eyes focusing on me.
At first his mind was filled with confusion as his memory caught up to the now…
There was shock and horror that was quickly followed by the fact he had cum on his own…and the dawning realization I had not made him do a thing. I said nothing as his thoughts went to war with each other. The old him thinking there was no way he would have done all that on his own…and the new him telling him he knew the truth.
I smiled and ran a hand through his hair, "You want this, I know you think you don't but you do."
Instead of arguing with me he asked, "Why?"
"Because you're tired, you've been tired," I said leaning into him, "You never wanted to be in charge, when the Titans formed you just acted like Bruce and thought that would be enough, but it started a trend, where now everyone looks to you for answers. You don't want that Dick and that's fine, join us and just be a part of it…Donnie is in charge. You can just be pretty," I stroked his face, "And happy…and fucked," I said leaned in and kissed him.
At first, he just laid there, letting me kiss him, but slowly, my words struck home, and he began to kiss me back…slowly turning towards me…surrendering to his desires…
And he was mine.
Thursday Belle Reeve Prison 8:38am
Mercy walked towards Amanda, determined to reach the woman and retrieve the clone.
"Amanda run!" Harley screamed, using her hammer to hit Mercy in the back of her head. The android barely moved.
Mercy's arm lashed out and grabbed Harley by her neck and threw her across the room.
Boomerang jumped on her, jabbing a sharpened boomerang into her neck.
Mercy pulled the weapon free and snapped it in half. She punched Boomerang in his gut, sending him flying across the room into the far wall, he hit it and slid down unconscious.
"You couldn't have thought they could stop me," Mercy said to Waller, "This is illogical even for you."
"Try me bitch," Waller snarled.
Mercy got to her, "Give me the…" her hand went to grab Amanda…and passed through her…
"A hologram," Mercy said as the image of Waller vanished.
The room began to fire at Mercy, unloading its full arsenal at the android. Pulling up the internal blueprints for the prison Mercy located the lower levels and began to move towards them. She ignored the full fury of the weapons completely, intent on retrieving the clone at all costs.
Dick
I wake up slowly, Tim's hand roaming my body. I can feel his lust like an open flame I am too close to. I want to shrink back from his touch…but my body presses into his.
"Welcome back," he says with a smile, "Enjoying yourself?"
I look down and realize my dick is getting hard from his touch, I moan in embarrassment as I try to focus but my mind won't comply. My entire body is heating up as he start stroking my cock, his other hand grabs at a nipple and pinches.
"FUCK!" I cry, my ass coming off the table as I feel my resolve start to shatter.
"Oh yeah…you need this don't you Dick?" Tim asks, "You want more don't you?"
I shake my head but I know it's an empty gesture, my pecs are pushing upwards, begging him to touch me as my dick leaks precum all over my abs.
"Oh you say no…" he speeds up his strokes and my breath catches, "But this is saying yes."
"Unnn…" I groan, my hips move upwards, pushing my cock into his hand, practically jerking myself off in his grip. It is like nothing I had ever felt before, I've had a ton of sex, but he was breaking my mind one inch at a time.
"That's a good boy," he says, slowing down, "Now let's try that again, you want more?"
I am practicality biting through my bottom lip to keep myself from screaming, I can feel my body shake as I struggle with the last parts of my pride get burned away by the thoughts moving though my head. I won't submit, I can't…there has to be a way out of this…there has to be…
My eyes are clenched shut as I try to drown out his touch and then suddenly his voice is in my ear, his warmth breath is pleasure as he talks into my ear, "Come on, let me make it all better." His tongue invades my ear and another part of my self breaks.
"Oh shit…" I whimper as he licks one of most sensitive parts on my body. I am mortified to hear the words slip out of my mouth but even as I admonish myself, I am raising my head, giving him access to my throat.
"So wound up," he whispers as he licks down my neck, "You just need some release…don't you?"
Don't talk. Don't talk. Don't talk.
"Come on baby…just tell me…tell me what you want?"
His teeth come down on the side of my neck and my mouth just blurts out, "Oh god yeess…"
I can her the boys laugh but I don't care as he tries to gnaw at the side of my neck. I moan in misery as I realize I am letting him mark me and loving every second of it. I am crying out, not caring about anything anymore. He bites me so hard that it aches, but even the pain turns me on. He stops and looks down at me, "You want more baby?"
I don't even know where I am anymore, I just feel pleasure and nothing else.
My head nods and he laughs, his fingers grabs my nipples and begins to twist them lightly, "Such a beautiful boy," he praises as I feel my body straining against the bonds, "You've been in the wrong business…you should have been a whore."
His words burn even as I sense their truth. I always envied Roy and the way he could hop from bed to bed. I always dreamed of being like that, just a total slut, fucking any girl I wanted and just moving on…
He moves down my body, kissing my chest, abs and then nudging my legs apart. "So fucking perfect," he says, kissing the inside my thighs, "So damn fuckable…" he leaves a trail of hickies up the inside of my thighs and again I can hear my needy whimpers echo across the room, I can't stop myself, I want to so bad…but I can't.
I am practically purring as I start to lose time when I feel his hands pry my asscheeks apart.
"What? NO!" I scream, my sexuality giving me some clarity. "Tim no, please…anything but that…"
I feel him like around my hole and for a moment I freeze, my entire body locks in place as fireworks begin to explode in my head. He licks again and I can feel it, this rushing wave of lust coming down my mountain. He licks harder and I clench my fists, as I try to form the words to protest. "Please…" I whisper as I feel the tip of his tongue press against my clenched hole.
I feel him try to press in, but I refuse, keeping my ass as tight as possible, not this, anything but this. He pushes my ass up more and my legs are sticking straight up now, spread wide and hole exposed. He tries to violate me again, but I hold tight…and then his fingers brush my nipples…
"Oh god!" I cry as he twists, causing my body to spasm and making me lose my grip on my ass.
His thick tongue plunges into me and my mouth is open in a silent scream as my eyes shoot open, expression of shock frozen on my face. He has a few inches in me, I can feel the warm, moistness and for a moment I forget how to breathe. Everything in my mind is gone, replaced only with his tongue. I can hear the boys exclaim in surprise as I spread my legs wider on my own, I try to thrust up, forcing as much of him into me as I can, desperate for more…
He takes hold of my hips and shoves more into me and I finally crack.
"Fuck! YES! FUCK…MORE!!" I cry out, as I feel my own ego begin to crumble around me.
I am being raped, I have Tim's tongue up my ass against my will and I hate it, yet I am thrusting him into me, my cock is throbbing, leaking precum everywhere as I beg him to do it harder. Even though I am lost to lust, I am still aware of who I am and how much I loathe this…but it doesn't matter.
I want more.
His tongue slips out and I look down at him, desperate, wondering what I did wrong.
He wipes his mouth off, "Good?" he asks.
I feel my head nod even as I am screaming no inside.
He moves between my legs, scootin closer, "I know people make jokes about it, but you do have a perfect ass. You know that right?"
Again, I nod, my mind is on fire with lust, I can't help it.
"See? You do know, you like showing it off? You like people looking at you?"
I nod again, looking at his cock…it's fucking huge!
"So, an attention whore…," he strokes a cock that would look more at home on a horse than a man. He sees me staring and strokes it, "You like? Biggest one in the cave."
I can't look away, I am repulsed as I am excited. I do not like men, I am attracted to women, but I am so horny right now, so wound up, everything is turning me on. Even his cock.
He climbs up on the table and says in a stern voice, "Spread your legs."
I try to say no, I focus on keeping my legs together…but I look down at his cock again and find my legs slowly spreading…
"Oh yeah," he says, feeling the inside of my thighs as he moves forward, "Nightwing on his back, spreading his legs only for me. This is a dream come true."
I feel the thick head of his cock press against my wet hole and panic returns.
"Wait, wait…" I cry, realizing he is actually going to fuck me. "Please…I'll do anything…please…"
The weakness and fear in my voice is sickening, but I can't help it. I am shaken, I don't want this, I can't have this happen, not here, not like this…
"Oh, you're gonna do anything," he taunts, "That's assured."
He presses in and I close my eyes, "Noooo…" I moan as I feel him enter me.
"Shhh…" he said over me, "You're going to love this."
I felt my hole stretch and my head thrashed side to side as I tried to fight it…
"Oh, fucking yes," he said as he destroyed my virgin ass. I was screaming, but there was no pain. Like everything else that had been done to me tonight it was pleasure, only pleasure. I was screaming because I didn't want this…I was losing part of myself…
And then he nudged my prostate.
"FUCK!" I cried as my cock began to shoot on its own. I painted my own chest and face with cum as I unloaded my balls all over my naked body. They were all laughing as I spasmed around his cock, my orgasm coming hard and fast. I had never came like that before, no girl, not Babs, not Kory, no one of them had made me go off like that and I could feel the post cum coma begin to descend on my mind as the endorphins flooded my body and mixed with the pleasure of serving the pack…
And I was happy, so fucking happy.
I could feel the goofy grin on my face as my brain was only pleasure, I looked up at him as he pushed even more of his cock into me, his fucking monster of a cock stimulating my prostate, making me dry cum over and over like a fish out of water.
"Holy shit," Conner said, "He came without touching himself!"
"He loves it!" Bart said.
"You did like that didn't you?" he asked.
I nod, drool rolling down my chin.
He grabs each of my legs and spreads them wide, allowing him full access to my ass. I used to do this with Kory, spread her wide, fuck her like she was a goal post…and now here I was…being fucked like a whore in front of my teammates.
"Oh yeah you do like it…" he growled as I moaned, my back arching as he pushed all the way into me. He held the base of his cock up against my ass, making me feel every single inch of it. I writhed as I felt the beast throb in my aching hole, I was so full…so fucking full…
He slowly slid out of me, and I cried out again, my hands against his smooth chest as I felt my guts try to go with his cock. He is destroying my prostate as he moves, making the destruction of my virginity the most intense sexual experience I have ever felt. He pulled six inches out of me and still had a whole other cock to go and then shoved into me hard, knocking the breath out of me.
"OHHHH!" I cried out, feeling him fill me again. My cock is aching, my balls drained, and still I am getting hard again as he slowly pulls out again. "Fuck yeah…" I moan, sounding like a slutty cheerleader than an actual superhero. He reverses and hits me again, and I can feel me cry out to God as I reach up and hold on to his shoulders.
"You like that baby?"
I nod, not even recognizing the man fucking me. He leans down to kiss me and I return it as he pulls out again, I moan around his kiss as I ready my ass, pushing back as he slams forward. I can feel my breath hiccup as we start to get a rhythm, him fucking me savagely and me begging for more.
He sits up and starts pistoning into me, "Come on Bart, get some."
Bart blurs over and pulls his cock out, I am stuck for a moment, I'm not gay, I don't suck dick. Tim hits my spot again and says, "Suck that cock or I stop."
I am shocked to find myself to start sucking this guy's cock eagerly. I feel him hit my head, "Cover your teeth!" I comply and he starts thrusting into my mouth as I keep getting fucked hard.
"Ok back up," he orders, Bart steps back, "All fours, now!"
Slowly I turned over and get on all fours, knowing in my heart this is wrong but wanting it to bad…
I feel him press into me and I cry out as he begins to fuck me again, this time I am able to slam back into him, wedging every inch of him into me as I can. Bart gets back in front of me and I have two cocks shoved in my body, I gag and choke and they force me to pleasure them. I don't care, all I know is pleasure and need more, so much more.
"This is how it should have been," he says, grabbing a chunk of my hair and pulling my head back, "You on your knees servicing us, you should have just been our whore."
I nod in agreement as they both shove their cock back into my mouth. I slurp as much as I can as I feel that cock bring me more and more pleasure.
He whispers in my ear, "This is your new life, just kneeling before us and being pretty."
I moaned around Bart's cock as his words hit home.
"You belong to us now," he says, "This is what you want, being fucked, being loved…being used by your betters."
I did, I did want this…I was in heaven. My body being used, ogled…I could feel Tim's desire through the link, and it felt like love…warm, safe love.
"Submit Dick…let go and join us…"
I remember there was a time before this, there were women and people…but they were meaningless. All I could remember was the pack, and how I belonged here, with them…always them…
Tim speeds up, "I'm gonna breed you bitch," he says, referring to my station in the pack and my body shakes…he's going to do it! He's going to mate with me…making me whole…making me wanted…making me…
Complete.
"Come on Dick, shoot for me…shoot for betters!"
I do just that, cum and cum and cum. I can't stop shooting as my ass clenches down on his fucking bull cock. I feel him cum in me and I moan as I realize he is breeding me. I am crying again as I feel his hot cum fill my ass and then begin to dribble down my legs. I am broken, my whole body is just a cock sleeve for him as I twitch useless from my own orgasm.
My brain is melted, all I know this that cock and this moment…this pack…this…this…this new life. By the time Bart shoots in my mouth, I greedily drink his load, because it is what I do. I am their cum dump…their willing sex toy…
Their bitch.
And I always will be.
I looked up and Donnie is standing over us, I am in awe of his perfection. He smiles and kneels down next to me. I can feel my body react to him being this close…I want to kiss him so bad…
He ran a hand through my damp hair and said, "Good boy"
My body shook as if I was having another orgasm…the pleasure of being praised by my master…
I was home.
Thursday Belle Reeve Prison 8:44am
Waller tried again to open the cryotube, but the machine would not take her code. They had tried to find a way to let match rest outside of the tube, but Luthor had designed him to need the tube if he wanted to sleep and regenerate. She was starting to understand why.
"Come on dammit," she said, pounding on the glass, "Wake up!"
"He can't her you," Mercy said walking into the room.
Amanda spun and faced her, forcefield on.
"The tube was locked down the moment I entered the building," it explained, "You never had a chance."
"Luthor has to know this is going to cost him."
Mercy's eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment and then she looked at Waller, "Cost me what Amanda?"
That was Lex's voice!
"Lex," Amanda spat, "Afraid to come down here and do your own dirty work?"
"Not at all, but what is the point of being obscenely rich if you can't have people do dirty things for me?"
"Do you really think you're going to get away with this?"
"Get away? Get away?" Lex said through Mercy's mouth, "My dear, I've already done it. You have no chance of stopping my plans in the same way you couldn't hold on to Match. A word of advice…stay out of my way."
"I'm coming for you," Waller threatened, but Mercy's eyes went back to normal.
"Mr. Luthor does not respond well to threats," she looked back at Waller, "And there is literally nothing you can do to stop him."
"Tell him I am coming for him."
Mercy paused and looked directly as Waller, giving the woman her full attention.
"Mr. Luthor is on the verge of changing the world order. My suggestion to you is, do not anger him or you will find your place in that world…greatly diminished."
Waller scoffed, "Was that a threat?"
Mercy turned back to the tube, "No, it was tactical advice," she placed a hand on Match's tube, "Right now you have a 3.6% percent chance of having value to Mr. Luthor, attack him and that number plummets to zero."
"You need to work on your intimidation skills."
Mercy cocked her head, "I am a combat unit, I am not programmed for intimidation, besides it would be a useless skill for me to possess."
"Why is that?"
Mercy cocked her head, "I am incapable of lying."
There was a shimmer of light and they were gone…
Amanda sank against the wall to the floor and took a deep breath, "Lex, what the fuck are you up to now?"