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I'm addicted to older men. I used to be a top. And always had sex with guys my age. But now my only obsession is to be bred by older men. Looks don't matter to me at all. I just need to be used by much older men. I'm really into rough, weathered skinny wasted men. Those are my favorite type of men. I love my holes being used by grandpa's. I'm turned on by fat very hairy men too. I love feeling their hairy balls on my chin as they pump their cum down my throat. I am insatiable when it comes to old daddies. Wasted old poz men turn me on so much. I'm on prep but willing to be bred by poz men over and over to really test how effective prep is. Ultimately I feel I'm heading down the road to dropping prep altogether and letting a group of old poz men poz my slutty ass up once and for all. Just submit to them. Let them cum in me over and over all night and for days until they get me pregnant. I know I can't resist much longer.

We were both in middle school and he was my best friend. I had a sleep over and we were playing Double Dribble on the original NES. Yes, I'm that old. He dared me that if I lost I had to suck his dick, and vice versa. This wasn't exactly out of the blue. We had been jerking off together for several months. I intentionally lost because I really was dying wanting to taste his dick after seeing it so many times before. I easily won the second game. In all honesty, I preferred sucking cock that getting my own sucked. Later that same night, he wanted to "practice sex for when we were with girls" 🤣 So, I lost my virginity that night as well and also had my first French kiss when he was fucking me on my back. Very fond memories of him. We were "together" for the 3 years of middle school before my family moved away. We were never "officially gay" and merely just practicing. But, in hindsight, I think he was my first love. I still wonder if he ever thinks about me and our 3 years together.

As I understand it - if the exit point of the TOR network blocks the target site, the network will try again through a different exit. That might introduce a delay but should otherwise be invisible to the user...

It protects the site and RawTop since they can demonstrate the user is deceiving them. Whether or not using a VPN to circumvent the law is itself illegal is probably a matter for the UK courts, and either way the liability will rest on the user, not RawTop.

Aaron had a moment of catharsis during his chat with Sid and Harry. He obviously has feelings for Bailey that have been buried. It no great surprise, as his entire household are part of a ménage à dix, where sex is available on tap. I wonder if he will confide in Bailey or any of his other housemates about his extra curricular activities?

How did your trip go? Did you find a bar of go to an event?

Hoping to piggyback on this thread as would like to experience the London saunas on my next visit. Is a particular sauna better for fetish interests (ie: Fisting)? It doesn’t tend to happen in saunas I’ve been to elsewhere, probably due to the logistics of the lube, etc. wondering if any London saunas are any different.

I honestly DID NOT BELIEVE that the EU practiced intense media censorship. From what you say, regarding the apparent poor quality news broadcasting, this will go against every standard the EU is built on. In Australia we have the ABC & SBS (both Fed government initiatives) who provide equal coverage of Trumps totally disastrous policies as well as the resulting civil demonstrations & unrest. The commercial channels, 7, 9, 10 & their subsidiaries also provide coverage of both sides. Barring censorship I can think of no reason for this lack of daily reporting of Trumps ACTIONS & the resulting REACTIONS of his opponents. The Democratic Party themselves are not yet forthcoming with any effective responses but the Civil responses have involved hundreds of thousands on multiple fronts.

I'd love to quit my job and live with a group of really old wasted poz men who would have raw sex with me everyday. And invite their old friends over to use me constantly. And whore me out to other old men. Just get used every single day pumping loads down my throat and into my ass. I would workout daily so I could look my best for these emaciated, sick old geezers. Skinny, fat, obese hairy old weathered men. I love the contrast between very elderly men using a younger healthy man. It turns m on so much. I love making out with old men and grandpa's. It's all I want these days.

[think before following links] https://wikibious.com/alan-ritchson/ Def a straight man!

Monday and Tuesday just gone (hope not) or Monday and Tuesday next week (hope so)?

I went to a really sleazy adult theatre last week 2 days in a row. I suycked off so many old men I lost count. I swallowed every man's load. Their gands were all over me. I wanted to get fucked but in a theatre with an audience most guys are shy to do it. I'd love to meet a bunch of very old men t their home and let them all breed me. All night. Load me up.

As always another amazing chapter. Thanks for the effort I love this story for so many reasons

Chapter V (Part 2) Mitch quickly got up and grabbed the pipe, telling Tyler and Daniel he was going to his room to fill up the pipe. Mitch quickly found Ben in the kitchen, pacing back and forth, panting, and trying to compose himself. Ben's eyes were wide with shock, his body trembling with adrenaline and a mix of fear and a surprising arousal. Mitch approached him, his voice low and soothing. "Look, Ben," he started, his hand gently resting on Ben's shoulder, "you saw something you weren't supposed to. But you need to understand, Daniel is a powerful man who is close friends with other very powerful men. He'd never let this little secret of ours escape these walls. Do you understand?" Ben tried to pull away, his mind racing, but Mitch's grip tightened holding him in place. Ben looked into Mitch’s eyes and a shutter ran down his spine. This was not the man he had met earlier, not the guy telling silly dad jokes – the guy who had made him feel so at home and at peace just hours earlier – no, this guy was primal…an animal, clearly ready to attack…whatever that would even mean. "You have two choices," Mitch continued, leaning in closer, his hot breath on Ben's neck. "You can be part of our fun, cut loose and join the party and make this the fucking best most exciting summer of your young life… I am positive Daniel and Tyler would be into you jumping in with us. Or, option two: you can leave and forget about it. You’ll tell Tyler something came up back home and I will fly you back to Texas and neither Daniel or Tyler will ever have to know about this. You’ll have a secret you will take to your grave. But Ben, listen carefully son…if you ever tell anyone, well, what happens after that would be out of my control.” The threat hung in the air, heavy and palpable. Ben's heart thundered in his chest, the fear and confusion killing him, but he couldn’t help but acknowledge that as stressful as this all was, for some reason, his cock had been twitching while Mitch was talking. And although he was pretty sure Mitch was threatening to have him killed, he found himself trying to hide the boner in his boxers that became all too obvious once Mitch called him “son”. Ben saw Mitch’s eyes track down to his cock and knew he was busted. A slick grin slowly crept across Mitch’s face as he reached towards Ben and stuck his hand roughly into Ben’s boxers. A quiet whimper and moan escaped Ben’s lips. “Looks like your cock made the decision for you” he whispered in Ben’s ear. Bent felt his resolve wavering, his body betraying him with every beat of his pulse. Mitch noticed the wall breaking down, his eyes gleaming with mischief, a predator cornering his prey. Mitch released the boy’s cock and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small baggie filled with crystalline powder and shards. "You know you want to," his hand brushing against Ben's crotch and he set out two lines of tina on the kitchen counter. "It'll make this night a lot more fun. You do this with me, and I promise to protect you and make you feel really, really fucking good. Don’t you want to let daddy make you feel good son?” He took a straw and snorted one of the lines he had set on the counter while keeping his eye on the tent in Ben’s boxers. Mitch noticed that whenever he called Ben son, he could see Ben’s cock twitch. With a cocky smile Mitch handed the straw to Ben. “Its now or never son, what’s it gonna be?" Ben took the straw from Mitch, still uncommitted and knowing he must decide now. The promise of oblivion was tempting, and the look on Tyler’s face while his dad was fucking him was unreal and it was obvious he was feeling things that had made Ben incredibly curious. And so, Ben had decided – he would try the Tina and see what happened. With trembling hands Ben bent down and snorted the line. He stood up and instantly felt the drug begin to rush through his body, burning like hell as it claimed him. His vision swam as the drug took hold, and suddenly, the fear he felt minutes earlier had turned to excitement, the horror to desire. Mitch handed Ben the pipe and lit the torch under the bowl and watched as Ben inhaled deeply, taking his first hit of the drug that would soon change him. “Nice cloud son. Give me one more before we go join the boys.” Ben obeyed, blowing a second cloud bigger than the first. Mitch moved in closer to the boy, their lips almost touching and whispered at Ben “You made the right choice”. Just as Ben went to respond Mitch kissed him before he could begin to speak. As the two men kissed, and the drugs coursed through their veins, the last remaining barriers between the men disappeared. Their hands explored each other’s bodies, Ben feeling the wide strong shoulders on Mitch and Mitch took in this college boy’s smooth strong young body. Ben felt Mitch’s hands slid down his back and glide across his ass, causing the boy to moan into his mouth, driving Mitch wild. Pulling away from their kiss Mitch spun the boy around and dropped to his knees telling him “You’re about to feel really fucking good boy”. Before Ben could respond he felt Mitch’s tongue enter him, beginning to open up his hole and giving him more pleasure than he had ever known. He gasped at the sudden rush of pleasure. Mitch’s strong hand settled on the small of Ben’s back, a firm grip that held him in place as his other hand ventured to the young man’s throbbing cock. He gave it a squeeze that sent a jolt of desire through Ben’s body, and the boy’s moan grew in urgency. “Ugh, fuckkkk!” Ben’s voice was strained, a mix of pleasure and desperation. Mitch’s thoughts raced with anticipation. He knew what was to come, the relentless assault he was about to unleash on Ben’s hole and his need to claim Ben’s tight body grew with every passing second. He spied a bottle of lube next to a bag of Tina on a nearby shelf and grabbed both, keeping his actions hidden from Ben’s view. The thought of fucking the boy, filling him up, made his cock throb painfully. He applied a generous amount of the lube to a large shard he removed from the bag, his own heart racing as he contemplated the stretch and burn that awaited Ben. Without a word, he inserted the shard of meth into Ben’s tight hole, watching the boy’s eyes widen in shock. The shard was a precursor to his true intentions, a gentle stretch to help the boy open up and prepare him to take the monster that was his cock. Ben yelped in pain, but before he could protest, Mitch shoved his thick finger inside, pushing through the resistance and reaching deep. “FUCK!” Ben’s head snapped back, his eyes watering. “What the fuck was that? It hurt like a bitch, dude, don’t do it again!” Mitch chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through Ben’s body. He stood up, his cock jutting out like a weapon of desire. He grabbed Ben’s hips and pinned him to the wall, the head of his cock nudging at Ben’s entrance. “Son, that was just my finger.” The words were a gruff whisper, a promise of the pain and pleasure to come. “You’ve got a whole hard, thick cock waiting to fill you up. It’s going to hurt at first son, a lot worse than my finger. But you can take it. You saw Tyler taking his dad’s cock, didn’t you son? You want to take your dad’s cock like Tyler? You think you can take it bubba?” Mitch began to slide his cock along Ben’s crack, the pre-cum leaking from the tip smearing across his skin. “I can take it”, Ben responded in a defiant tone. “Good boy”, Mitch replied. He applied steady pressure, the head of his cock pushing against Ben’s tight hole, the anticipation driving the boy wild. Ben’s whines grew louder, a symphony of fear and lust that only served to excite Mitch further. “Mitch, no, it hurts!” Ben’s voice was desperate, his body tensing as he felt the pressure increasing. “Relax, baby, relax for daddy.” The words were a command, a promise of the ecstasy that was about to overwhelm Ben. “You’re going to take all of me, and you’re going to love it. Just open up for daddy.” The tip of his cock breached Ben’s tight ring, the sensation of being split apart making Ben’s eyes roll back in his head. He cried out in pure agony. “Nooo! Please dude stop its too fucking big”. Mitch grunted as the remembered the bottle of poppers he had in his pocket. “I know it hurts son, I know I know” Mitch cooed softly into Ben’s ear. Taking out the small bottle Mitch gave the poppers a good shake and handed them over and barked a command at Ben. “Inhale these deeply into both nostrils son, it will help with the pain”. As Ben took his first hit of the poppers Mitch felt the boy’s hole relax. Mitch pushed in further, inch by agonizing inch, feeling Ben’s body give way to him. Ben’s face was a mask of pleasure and pain, his eyes screwed shut, his teeth gritted. He was so tight, so perfect, and the sound of his moans and desperate whines filled the room. With a final, powerful thrust, Mitch seated himself fully within Ben, the sensations of being filled beyond what he thought possible causing Ben to become dizzy with pleasure. Ben’s body spasmed around Mitch’s cock, and he could the younger man’s insides clenching, trying to adjust to the intrusion. “Daddy!” Ben’s voice was a whimper, a plea for both mercy and to continue to be filled. Mitch leaned in, his hot breath against Ben’s ear. “You’re doing so good son. You’re taking your dad’s cock like a champ.” His words were soothing, a stark contrast to the brutal act he was committing, and the father son role-play the two men had so easily fallen into was driving both guys wild. Withdrawing almost all the way, Mitch thrust back in, setting a rhythm that had Ben’s body bouncing back against him. The boy’s cries grew louder, and he could feel Ben’s muscles trying to push him out, but his grip was too firm, his cock too insistent. As Mitch slammed fully inside him, he began to press the spot deep inside Ben that awoken him to pleasures he didn’t know existed. “Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck oh fuck dad fuck me fuckkkkk” Ben began to moan as he fully gave himself over to the man inside him. Mitch’s strokes grew more vigorous, his hips snapping against Ben’s ass with a wet slap that echoed in the room. He watched the boy’s face, the contorted expression of pleasure and pain, and felt his own orgasm building. His hand reached down to grip Ben’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. Mitch's hands found their way under Ben's hips, lifting him slightly to change the angle of penetration. He hit Ben's prostate with each deep plunge, the sensation so intense that Ben's eyes watered and his mouth opened releasing a steady unending moan of wild pleasure. "That's it," Mitch encouraged, his voice strained with his own desire. "Take it all, Ben. Take it like the good boy you are, making your dad so proud son." The words sent a bolt of electricity through Ben's body. He had never felt so wanted, so used, so completely owned. It was intoxicating, and he could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening with every deep stroke into his ass. Mitch's breath grew harsher, his movements more erratic as he approached his climax. His cock grew even larger, stretching Ben to the limits of what he thought he could handle. Yet, Ben's body responded, eagerly accepting the man's seed as if it had been starved for it. "I'm gonna cum," Ben moaned, his voice barely audible. "Not yet," Mitch warned, his hand squeezing the base of Ben's cock, preventing his release. "We're gonna do this together." Mitch's hands reached around Ben's body, finding his swollen, leaking cock. He began to stroke it in sync with his thrusts, the sensation too much for the boy to handle. He thrashed beneath Mitch, his body a live wire of pleasure. "Now," Mitch yelled, allowing Ben's cock to erupt in a torrent of hot cum, painting the rug underneath him. The sight of Ben's pleasure was too much for Mitch, and with a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into Ben's tight, quivering hole, holding the boy tightly against his chest as he pumped the final shot of cum inside him. As the two men caught their breath, and Mitch began to slide out of Ben, they heard a very distinct sound: the intentional noise a man makes when clearing his throat. Both guys immediately turned to find Daniel and Tyler standing to their side, both men slowly playing with their cocks as they took in the show. “Well, well, isn’t this interesting” Daniel cocked his head towards the two sweat drenched men. “Interesting indeed”.

I don’t overthink it. If I’m fucking a lad who really triggers my hardon - short, husky, hairy then I’m gunna cum in seconds and I just enjoy it and breed him. I don’t like holding back, I gotta cum.. Most men I’ve loaded quickly have taken it as a compliment that I’ve enjoyed their hole so much. Also wait 10 minutes and I’ll be back inside them and will last much longer.

I needed some random cock so I went to the Vault last Sunday. I got down by one of the glory holes and was presented with the first cock - I sucked on it for about 5 minutes but he withdrew without cumming. It was immediately replaced with another smaller cock. I took him deep and massaged his balls while I sucked him. Again he withdrew without cumming. Next I was presented with the most handsome cock - a thick uncut heavily veined shaft. The smell of his sweaty balls was intoxicating. I took him deep and sucked hard, giving him long deep strokes and teasing his helmet with my tongue. I wanted his load so I was determined to make him shoot. Finally I felt his balls tense and he shot a torrent of sperm into my mouth and down my throat. Fukkin beatiful thick load. After swallowing his load I hung around one of the play rooms. I wore a jockstrap so the men would know my arse was available to fuck. I felt a hand on my back as he pushed me forward and bent me over one of the barrels. He felt for my hole and without warning he forced his cock up my arse. He fucked me for about 10 minutes and shot his load. I felt it in my hole and running down my legs. He pulled out and left. As I was standing up I felt another hand on my shoulder and a voice said “get back down” I felt another thicker cock going up my sloppy hole. As he held my arms down while he fucked me I could see he was a black guy. That got me so fukkin horny cuz it’s been years since I was fucked by black dude. He fucked his load into me and it poured out my hole and down my legs. He pulled out and walked away. I got dressed and left. All the way home I felt the 2 loads soaking my jocks and the taste of the third load in my mouth.

HIV tests of any kind, including rapid / at home tests, run the risk of throwing a false negative. You can be recently POZ and not have produced enough antibodies to trip the test. And during this "window period," you can pass on the virus. It can take months in some cases for your body to produce enough antibodies to trip some tests. I'm not sure where you're located, but those PrEP rules are insane. Unless your physical safety is at risk by requesting PrEP, either from government agencies or your family, just sign the papers and get the pill. If the only risk is family judgment ... fuck 'em? Maybe it's just me but I never worried what my family thought of me or my lifestyle. Chosen family that loves and supports you unconditionally is more valuable than some people you share a blood relation to.

FUCK YESSS PIG BRO this is what I'm talking about cum soaked clothes. I love walking around in them, they feel great to wear and the smell is even better. more pics of me in my cum soaked clothes can be seen in my profile.

This is bloody fantastic mate. You have a real talent for telling a story. Hopefully we get to see a lot more in the future. Thanks for sharing this with us fella 😈

Prelude The man had no name. That wasn’t technically true, he had been born with a name, went to school, earned multiple college degrees in advanced chemistry and biology, all under a name that no longer existed. After graduating, his work had gotten the attention of the government who, at the time, was having a problem. It turned out that there was a growing number of individuals the government deemed unacceptable and they were gaining political and financial power, they needed a way to curtail this trend before it got out of hand. Enter our nameless friend. He was ordered to come up with a narcotic that was highly addicted, cheap to make and slowly reduced the mental acuity of whoever took it over time. He worked on the problem for three weeks before he came up with the process of taking cocaine and converted it into a crystalline powder that could be smoked. In less than a month he had invented crack cocaine. The government distributed the drug to lower income areas where it took hold instantly, it’s instant high and cheap price made it the drug of choice for many. Within three years overdose deaths skyrocketed, the number of people who were addicted was astronomical and the government found the number of people they had been worried about had dwindled… And the next president was elected. The man was put to work on other projects, but when the president was beaten by his rival, largely on the back of younger voters, the man was asked again to use his talents to make a drug that might dissuade this generation from engaging in voting again. Thus was born Methylenedioxymethamphetamine, commonly known as XTC. The drug was introduced into the rave scene and quickly became the drug of choice for younger generations. Within a decade the widespread use of it was everywhere and the youth vote seemed to fade away… And the next president was elected. All this time the man worked quietly, happy to have whatever his mind desired when it came to research and development. His labs existed only in the black budgets of intelligence agencies, his real name long ago erased from the official records…he was a now a ghost. As he grew older the man became disillusioned with his job…he had seen how his drugs had changed the last two decades yet his lifestyle was largely unchanged. He found that the satisfaction of serving his country was no longer as important as being rewarded justly. So, a small lab explosion later the man faked his own death and left, eager to start a new life. He had spent his entire life in the world of espionage and spies, it was a simple matter of making a new identity and vanishing off the grid. The man wanted the life the government would never let him lead, he wanted riches, power…and to do that he needed money. Lots of it. The man knew he had only one choice. Make a new drug. He needed a drug like no other, one that would instantly take hold and overtake the market from the drugs he largely made. The man thought long and hard about it, all of the normal drugs had been invented and making a better version of an old drugs wasn’t going to cut it. He needed something new. He sat in his hotel room and worked the problem, he had half a dozen ideas scrawled on a pad of paper, tv playing in the background when WGBS-TV started reporting on Gotham City and the many plagues that seemed to the city on a yearly basis. At first, he wasn’t listening, until it came to the time the city was overtaken by Scarecrow and his fear gas. The man turned to the set and listened how the gas held the city at bay with horrific hallucinations dredged from the victim’s subconscious. The man of course heard of Dr. Crane and his studies in phobia but had never taken any interest in it, he had been making people addicted to joy for the past few years, fear meant nothing to him. The segment moved to the time last year when the woman known as Poison Ivy overtook downtown Gotham by turning Perez Park into a jungle, her pheromones covering the city, making an army of male slaves… And an idea started to form. The man scribbled some notes down on his pad, doing the math in his head twice before looking over what he had…and in that moment he knew what he needed to do next. He needed to go to Gotham. Cravings Dick Grayson loved waking up in the morning. Well…it was actually late afternoon but in the Batfamily, that was the crack of dawn. He got out of bed, stretched and made his way to the bathroom, his morning wood leading the way. He slept nude, because…well because if you looked like Dick Grayson you would find every excuse not to wear clothes either. Though he would never say it out loud, the boy was very proud of the way he looked. His parents had started him young, gymnastics since he could walk, acrobatics later, by the time he was 12 he possessed a body that most Olympic hopefuls would kill for. After being trained by Bruce his body only got better from there. Now in his mid-twenties, Dick Grayson was objectively one of the ten hottest men on the planet, and he knew it. He paused to examined himself in the mirror, taking in his form and admiring it… He smiled at what he saw…this was going to be a good day. Slipping on some underwear he went and poured himself a bowl of cereal as he turned on the news. There had been a lot of activity last night in Bludhaven and he was curious to the aftermath As he ate and watched he heard the announcer go on about a string over overdoses in Gotham and the outlining areas. Over a dozen bodies had been found in the past 24 hours all over the Gotham area, all of the drug overdoses from a drug the coroner was struggling to identify. Dick walked over and slid his mask on, connecting to the Oracle network. He tapped the side, “Anyone awake?” A groggy Tim Drake came back, “Barely.” Dick smiled, Tim was a notorious night owl, to him this was the crack of dawn. “What has you up so early?” Dick asked putting his bowel into the sink. “Up late,” Tim replied, “We were up all night, Bruce just went to bed, I’m still analyzing.” “This the drug thing on the news?” “One in the same, 14 people dropped dead last night, all of them stoned out of their mind on something new. GCPD has no idea what it is but we do. I got traces of fear toxin in their bloodstream.” That stopped Dick cold, “Scarecrow?” “No, Crane is still in Arkham, we paid him a visit last night. It’s not the same thing, but it’s been modified…I just can’t figure out how.” For Tim Drake to admit he couldn’t figure something out that meant it was nearly impossible to do. “What did Crane say?” He heard the boy sigh, “Nothing, that someone is using his formula and ruining it…that his toxin is an artform and this is a travesty…you know the same as always.” “So, what’s your lead?” “Bruce reasoned if someone is using his formula, he must be using one of Crane’s old labs, so we spent the night busting down doors, checking all his old haunts.” “And?” “And they were cleaned out, someone has been collecting his old gear and making whatever these people are dying from. I just can’t figure out what it’s mixed with…” “Why would anyone take fear toxin willingly?” Dick asked, knowing this was going to be what he was dealing with today. “It’s not fear anymore, from witnesses these people were hypersexual, they all died literally because their hearts gave out after marathon sex sessions.” “Who the hell makes something like that?” Tim’s voice snapped, “I don’t know! That’s what I’m trying to figure out!” Dick’s voice got soft, “Tim, listen to me. You’re exhausted, you aren’t going to find anything like this.” “People are dying Dick…” he began to protest. “I know, Crane had a lab here in Bludhaven, you go close your eyes and I’ll go check it out. When you wake up hopefully I’ll have some answers.” The line was silent and he knew Tim was considering it. “I mean it Tim, you’re running on fumes and no amount of caffeine will give you an answer. Go rest, I’ll take over for now.” Tim sighed, “Fine…but be careful, this is someone new, we don’t know…” “Tim,” Dick interrupted him, “I know, got to sleep.” The line cut off and Dick took a good stretch before changing into his uniform, time to go to work. Dick didn’t have a Batcave but he did have a false wall in his loft that carried his equipment, changing into his uniform he did a double check of his gear, making sure everything was in working order and ready for the day. That was when a female’s voice began to talk in his ear, “You cannot be gearing up this early.” Dick smiled, hearing Barbra’s voice always made him feel happier, “The early bird gets the worm,” he quipped, pulling his gloves on. “Which is great if you love eating worms, did Bruce rope you into this drug thing too?” “Nope, just found out about it. Tim filled me in, there is an old warehouse Crane used a couple times here in Blud, can’t hurt checking it out.” “Be careful Dick, whoever is making this new drug doesn’t seem to care who he is dying when they take it. No one is selling it, so he’s passing it out…which is even more frightening.” Dick opened the skylight, “C’mon Babs, careful is my middle name,” he shot the cable out of his escrima stick and was pulled up to the roof. “Right, the trapeze artist is going to try to convince me he’s careful.” Dick grinned as he leaped across the rooftop, “Ok, how about prepared?” “Get your work done quickly and you can show me how prepared you are,” she said seductively. Dick felt himself start to get hard midflip and had to stop to adjust himself, “Damnit Barbra, you know you can’t do that while I’m wearing this cup!” She chuckled, “Oh I know, I just like knowing I can affect you. Good luck Boy Wonder, let me know what you find.” She signed off and Dick sat there and willed himself to go soft again, wondering if he had time to hop over to the clocktower to fuck the shit out of her before he got to work… No, people were dying, “No time for love Doctor Jones,” he said to himself as he took off across the rooftops, towards the abandoned warehouse that Crane used all those years ago. By the time he got to the docks the sun was setting, the shadows claiming the city for the night. He landed on the roof and looked down through the skylight, his mask switching to night vision. “Oracle, are you seeing this?” he whispered as he saw men moving around inside. Silence. He tapped his ear twice but nothing, the uplink was being jammed. “Well, that’s not good,” he muttered under his breath. He crouched there, thinking. Common sense said he needed to back away and get out of the jamming area. Everything he had been taught told him to call it in and let them know he might need backup…not to drop down and try to take this on by himself… He rolled his head, popping his neck as he readied himself…he saw four people total. The day he needed help with four jerks was the day he hung up his mask. He carefully opened the skylight and crept inside, making sure not to draw any attention to himself. He made his way across one of the wooden beams that supported the roof. He got over the men and listened in. “…re do you want these boss?” one of the men asked. Without Oracle uplink he couldn’t get aa facial recognition scan but, in this case, he didn’t need one. That was Big Tony, used to run with Scarecrow’s gang, Bruce and him had busted him aa dozen times back when he was Robin. Dick remembered asking Batman once why he was called Big Tony since the man was tall and lean and not very gig at all. The caped crusader didn’t answer and it took years for Dick to learn the man had once been an adult film star that ended up owing so much money from drugs that he turned to crime to get easy money. “Stack them over with the rest,” an unknown voice said, “And be careful, those are the perfected formula, we can’t risk damaging them.” “So, these won’t kill the junkies like the last batch?” a second man asked as he moved crates. Dick’s eyes narrowed, he knew that one too, he called himself Aces, worked for Ivy for years, he was had been a college baseball player who bet on his own games and ended up owing the Falcones almost a quarter million dollars. With his reputation ruined he lost his scholarship and modeling contracts and turned to a life of crime, Ivy taking him under her wing since he was easily the best-looking thug in Gotham. “At least he was until I broke his nose,” Dick thought to himself, remembering taking the man down as Robin a few years back. “The chemicals I am working with are volatile and no one has combined them like this before, there were always going to be…setbacks.” Dick gritted his teeth, what kind of maniac called multiple deaths setbacks? “That’s the last of the boxes loaded doc,” a gruff voice said, “Truck is ready.” “Shit,” Dick thought, that was Bull McComb, ex-boxer and all-around thug for hire. He had run with most of the criminal masterminds in Gotham and Dick had gone up against him as Robin and Nightwing. He was a beast but he could be taken down. “So, three assholes I’ve beaten and an unknown,” he thought to himself, “I got this.” Moving to a more strategic position he called down, “Gentlemen, check out time was a couple hours ago, housekeeping needs to get in here.” Predictably all four men looked up and Nightwing got a good look at the unknown. He was in his 50’s slight build, glasses, lab coat, not a threat, which meant three hostiles he’s dealt with before. Piece of cake. Flipping off the beam he dodged the gunshots as he came down hard on Bull. The man staggered back as Dick backflipped off him to connect with Aces who was trying to draw a bead on him. Dick reasoned Bull would take a few seconds getting back up while Aces would be staggered long enough for him to connect with Tony, who took a escrima stick across the chin. Three men, three seconds, couldn’t get easier than that. Dick looked up at the unknown doctor, “I don’t know who you are bringing that junk into my city, but it ends now.” The man didn’t seem all that scared, which was fair, when it came to intimidation Dick was not in Bruce’s league. Hell, even Jason was scarier, but it didn’t matter…scared or not this guy was going to jail. “No, I don’t think so,” the man said calmly, “I’ve come to far to be stopped by the likes of you.” Dick gripped his sticks and walked towards him, “Well the likes of me is placing you under arres…” which was as far as he got when the man threw something at him. Reflexes, born from years of training, brought an escrima stick up to deflect it away…but instead it burst the plastic bag, a fine white powder surrounding the hero. Nightwing stumbled back as he inhaled the powder, felt it coat his tongue as he closed his mouth too late…it was sickly sweet like an overripe pear with a tinge of chemicals that burned his lungs. “Wha…” he stammered as his heart rate accelerated…his breathing intensifying in an uncharacteristic panic. “You motherfucker…” Bull said from behind him but the doctor held a hand up. “Wait,” he said, “Give it a second.” Dick’s blood seemed to burn as his thoughts went fuzzy…what was that? He shook his head as he tried to regain focus but nothing worked…the world seemed to tilt to the right as he stumbled around blindly. “He will be no more trouble,” the doctor said, gathering the last of his notes and putting them in his briefcase, “Our work here is concluded, you’ll find the money has been wired to your accounts, it was a pleasure.” The man began to walk out and the three thugs looked confused, Tony asked, “Um boss, what you want us to do with him?” The doctor looked back at the drugged hero, “He doesn’t concern me, I’d suggest leaving before the Bliss wears off.” Aces cocked his head, “You mean you don’t want us to like, tie him up and dangle him over a vast of acid or something?” “Or sharks!” Bull added, “We can get a tank of sharks…” The doctor sighed, “Gentlemen, I am not one of your ‘supervillains’, I came here to perfect this drug and I have, what you do to him is none of my concern.” A sinister smile crossed Tony’s face, “You mean we can have him?” The doctor just continued to walk towards the running truck, “That is precisely what I am saying.” With that he got in and drove off… Leaving Nightwing at the mercy of the three men. The men stood around Nightwing, who had no idea what was going on. His body was hot, too hot, like he was in a sauna hot…he pulled at his uniform as he struggled to keep his thoughts in line. Random images flashed across his mind, Kory naked under him, writhing as he fucked her hard…Barbra moaning as she rode his cock in the Batcomputer’s chair, her heard thrown back in ecstasy…the dozens of girls he had fucked as Robin, Gotham groupies who he had rawdogged in alleys after saving their lives… “Focus…” he muttered to himself as his mind burned with sex. “What do we do with him?” Bull asked the group, watching the hero stumble around, muttering to himself. “Let’s kill him,” Aces says, pulling out a switchblade. Tony slapped it out of his hands, “Are you fucking insane? Do you know what kind of heat that would bring down on us? This fuck knows Superman!” “Then what?” Aces shot back, “What’s your big idea?” Tony looked the man up and down, taking in his flawless body in detail, raw hunger radiating from his eyes, “You want to kill him and I say, there are better ways to ruin a hero.” “Um, kill him?” Bull said, not following along. Tony rolled his eyes, “Give me that blade,” he said pointing to the switchblade. Aces handed it over to him. Dick saw Tony walk towards him, he brought his fists up shakily, “Back off…” “Whoa, I’m not gonna hurt you,” Tony said in a soft voice, “You look shaky bud, you ok?” Dick shook his head, “Fine…you’re under arrest…” Tony flashed him a grin, “Sure thing bud, but you look bad, look at you, sweating…you’re burning up! Let’s get that costume off you…” Nightwing stumbled back as the man reached for him, falling back onto his ass, “No…” Tony approached slowly, “Hey, hey…it’s ok…” he put his hand on the hero’s thigh, “I got ya…” Dick shuddered, the touch sent a spark of electricity through is body in the most disturbing way. He tried to pull away but he had nowhere to go, “Stop…” he said weakly. Tony crouched down in front of him, “Shhh, let me help you…” he said as he started cut Nightwing’s suit, slowly slicing strips away. Dick tried to stop him but he was too weak, “N-no..” Tony ignored him and kept going, “You’ll feel better, once we get this off you…” He kept slicing as Dick tried to move, finally cutting away at his crotch, freeing his throbbing cock. It slapped yup against his uniformed abs and Dick gasped at the sensation. “Wow, look at you Boy Wonder...” Tony said, admiring the swollen cock, “All grown up huh?” he said, slowly grasping the thick shaft. “N-no…” Dick protested as he felt the fingers wrap around his pride and joy. It had never responded to anything so much as it did to Tony touching him. The thug leaned in closer, “You want this, don’t you? I can tell” he said as he started to slowly stroke the shaft. Dick’s head fell back, a moan escaping his lips as he felt the blood rush to his dick. Never before had he been so aroused by a man. It was wrong and yet it sent electricity through his all the same. Dick’s hands tried to push Tony away but he had no strength, “S-stop…not…no…” he moaned as he felt his hips move up to meet the man’s hand. Tony’s other hand reached down to cup Nightwing’s massive balls, rolling them gently in his palm. Dick couldn’t stop the low moan that escaped his lips, “Please stop…” “You sure?” Tony asked, speeding his hand up, “Your cock sure seems to love this.” Dick sobbed as he felt his eyes roll back in his head as he surrendered to the criminal’s touch. He knew this was disgusting, he was no fairy! He had fucked women from other planets! But as Tony worked his cock and balls over, he felt his mind burning for more, even as he hated it. “Come on Nightwing,” Tony urged him on, “Cum for me…I wanna see you shoot your load all over your pretty uniform!” Dick was so close, he could feel the orgasm building in his balls, his toes curled and he moaned as he struggled to speak, “I can’t…I…can’t…” he ended on a gasp as he tried to fight it as long as he could. Finally his cock exploded, cum squirting out of his cock and hitting his chest in great white globs, his load dripping down his uniform lewdly. Tony released the still; hard cock and grabbed the back of the hero’s head, “Clean your mess up boy,” and pushed his mouth onto his cum covered palm. Dick felt a jolt run through him at the command and despite his protests, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, tasting the salty, tangy taste of his own semen. As he hungrily sucked away at Tony’s hand, he could feel his cock throb. His vision was hazy and he couldn’t believe he was doing this, but at the same time he could feel his body responding to the stimulation. Tony stood up and took a step back from the cum covered hero, “Nice, ok, well see you later bud.” He turned to walk away and a burning began to course through Nightwing’s body! He let out a strangled moan as he shook. Tony looked back, “Something wrong bud?” “Burns…” Dick gasped, not understanding what was going on. “Oh right, yeah that’s Bliss for ya. Seems once you cum on it…you body starts to crave it…so if you’re not fucking around you go through withdrawals.” He smiled, “Nothing a big, bad superhero like you can’t handle right?” Dick had never felt pain like this before, he had been trained for physical pain, this was something completely different. It felt like his entire nervous system was on fire and no matter how much he tried to ride it out…it just got worse. “So yeah, I’d love to help you out, but you know, with the arresting and all, I need to go.” The pain became worse and it felt like his blood had been replaced with sandpaper, “WAIT!” he pleaded with them, “Don’t…” “Don’t what?” Tony asked curiously. Dick struggled to his knees, “Please…help me…” Tony looked back at the other two, “What do you think boys? Should we help him?” The other two men looked down at Dick the same way wolves looked at sheep, “Yeah,” Aces said, “We might be able to work something out.” Tony walked over and helped Dick to his feet, “Come on buddy, help me get these pants off of you…” Dick closed his eyes as Bull slipped his boots off while Aces removed his pants, leaving him naked from the waist down. Tony gripped him from behind, “Fuck boy, you are so hot.” Dick felt the man feel him up and his cock throbbed helplessly in front of him as shame flooded his senses, “Wrong…” he whispered, “This is wrong…” Tony grabbed his cock again and felt the hero arch his back to thrust into his hand, “You seem to love it…slut!” Aces walked up, “I wanna see his face…” and reached for his mask. Tony tried to stop him but it was too late, as soon as the man pulled on it an electrical charge was released, throwing the thug back across the warehouse. “Its fucking boobytraped you idiot!” Tony raged as him, “All the bats have that shit.” Aces slowly stood up, “I’m gonna…” “Do nothing,” Tony said, “Sides who cares who the fuck he is? I wanna fuck Nightwing, not some asshole.” “He likes it boss,” Bull said, pointing to the hero, who the entire time, had been rocking his hips back and forth, fucking Tony’s hand despite the argument. Tony laughed, “Oh you are a little slut aren’t you…” he pushed him down to the ground, “Lemme see that ass!” Nightwing let out a groan as the man slapped his ass, spreading the cheeks to peer at his twitching hole. The hero felt his cheeks being spread further apart and then the man’s tongue slowly lick around his virgin hole. “OH!” Nightwing gasped as he felt he man slowly start to rim him. He had never experienced anything like this before. No one had ever dared to touch his ass like that, let alone stick their fucking tongue in it! He felt himself getting more and more aroused with each lick and moan that left the man’s lips. He felt the meaty tongue plunge into his ass, feeling every inch explore his inner walls. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!” He cried, weakly trying to crawl away but failing. His hands slipped and slid in the dirty water, unable to get any traction. He sobbed helplessly as the man continued to eat him out, his face covered in spit and ass sweat. Tony moved to stand up and Nightwing whimpered, unable to bear the thought of being without Tony’s tongue inside him. His ass burned from the absence and he realized in horror he had become addicted to it as well! He wasn't a faggot! He was Nightwing, he had bedded countless beautiful women, he was above this sickening desire! And yet, his hole dripped with the man's spit, wanting to be filled. Tony stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Like that, don't ya?" He sneered, as he undid his pants, “You have a nice cock there bud, I bet you’ve slain so much pussy,” he pulled his cock out, “But this is why they call me Big Tony!” The cock was well over ten inches long and thick as a fucking coke bottle! The head was an angry purplish red and a drop of precum dripped from the plum sized head. Dick just started open mouthed, half in shock…half in lust as he realized on some level even this was turning him on. “See,” Tony said as he moved his hand up and down his shaft, “This is a real cock, a man’s cock. This is a cock that doesn’t just fuck…it breaks people. It loves a virgin hole…like yours boy. So tell me slut…you want to be broken?” Tony asked with a devilish grin. Nightwing shook his head, “I could never...” But his ass begged to disagree as it twitched involuntarily. Tony chuckled and knelt down behind the hero, wiping the precum onto his hole. He lined his cock up with the tight entrance and gripped Nightwing’s hips, “You sure?” Nightwing began to panic, “No…please…Tony I beg you…not this…” and then closed his eyes as he felt his hole slowly stretch around the massive cockhead. He screamed out as the feeling of being ripped apart consumed him. Tony smiled wickedly as he felt the hero’s tight virgin hole stretch around him, “Come on slut, relax,” he urged as he pushed further in, feeling Nightwing’s ass clamp tightly around his shaft. Sweat poured down his face as he fought the pain, tears mining his cheeks as the thick rod pierced deeper inside of him. Every inch felt like he was being impaled by a poker, scorching his insides as it delved deeper and deeper. Tony's balls smacked against Nightwing's cheeks as he held the man's hips, driving himself deeper until the entire length of his massive cock was buried deep inside his ass. Tony let out a loud groan, pulling out slowly before slamming himself back in, Nightwing screamed out in pain as his ass burned around the massive tool. The screams echoed in the empty warehouse as Tony started picking up his pace, pistoning himself in and out of Nightwing’s gaping hole. Each thrust was like a freight train crashing into a brick wall. The pain coursed through Nightwing’s body, igniting every nerve ending as he felt every inch of Tony’s massive cock stretch him. His hole had never been so violated, so stretched, so used. The thick rod pistoning in and out of him, skewering him from the inside out. He was in hell, all he knew was pain and shame as the man fucked him like a cheap whore. But as the man changed his angle he hit something inside of the hero that caused an explosion of pleasure like nothing he had ever felt before. “FUCK!” Dick screamed as he felt his cock begin to harden as he was fucked. “Nonononono not this…” he wailed as he felt the pain slowly turn into pure pleasure… “Oh yeah,” Tony cried, slapping the hero’s ass, “Tighten that cunt up, come on boy, push back on daddy’s cock!” Dick complied without even meaning to, pushing back to meet Tony’s savage thrusts. Every plunge of the man’s cock felt like it was going to rip him apart…but instead it was stretching him, molding him to fit the monster that was reaming his ass. His cock was leaking pre-cum onto the dirty floor of the warehouse, the shame and self-hatred at his body’s response only fueled his arousal. “Yeah, that’s right,” Tony grunted, “Take that big cock, you little slut.” Dick’s eyes rolled back as he felt Tony’s balls smack against his ass cheeks, filling him up like never before. It was as if his body was betraying him, his ass greedily clenching around the invading rod. “Oh god, I can’t believe I’m enjoying this,” he thought, but the pleasure coursing through his veins told him otherwise. He could feel his ass clenching around Tony’s cock, milking it for all its worth. Tony’s hands gripped Nightwing’s hips tightly, pulling him back onto his cock with each powerful thrust. His balls slapped against the hero’s tight ass, leaving a stinging sensation that only added to the bliss. The other two thugs, Aces and Bull, watched in awe as the hero took Tony’s massive cock like a pro. Nightwing’s ass cheeks jiggled with each thrust, his hole stretched wide open and glistening with cum. They could see his cock bouncing with every plunge, and knew that despite his protests, the hero was enjoying it. Aces pulled his cell out and pointed it at the scene, “Hey slut…smile for the camera!” Dick looked up and moaned as he realized he was being filmed as Tony fucked him. Another wave of shame washed over him, but it was quickly replaced by pleasure as Tony picked up his pace. Tony's cock was relentless, pistoning in and out of Nightwing's gaping hole with ease. Every thrust bottomed out with a wet slap, the sound of flesh on flesh ringing through the warehouse. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, mingling with the musty scent of the decaying warehouse. With every thrust of Tony's cock, Nightwing's mind was spinning, confusion and pleasure fighting for dominance. His body betrayed him, he could feel his cock throbbing, leaking pre-cum onto the dirty floor. He wanted to scream, to tell them to stop, but all that came out were desperate, animalistic moans. "Yeah, take that cock you little bitch," Tony grunted, gripping Nightwing's hips tighter. “Oh god…” Dick moaned, hating that his hips pushed back to meet the man’s thrust, basically impaling himself on the massive cock, “Stop…oh god please stop!” he sobbed, as the pleasure began to overwhelm him. “Nah, I don’t think so,” Tony chuckled as he gripped Nightwing’s hips harder, slamming his cock deeper and harder into the hero’s. “I think you like it, slut.” Dick couldn’t argue. He loved the feeling of being impaled on the man’s cock. Loved the way his cock was bouncing lewdly as he was fucked. He had never felt so used, so completely filled, and it was addictive. The pain had melted away, leaving only pure ecstasy. He felt his body tense up as his orgasm built, his balls drawing up tight against his body. Tony sensed this and quickened his pace, driving himself deeper into Nightwing's quivering hole. “Oh shit…no…oh fuck…” Dick cried…gonna cum!” he wailed as he felt his balls tingle. Tony draped his muscular body over Nightwing’s back, his cock pistoning faster and faster into the hero’s slick, gaping hole. “Come for daddy,” he whispered in the hero’s ear, “Show everyone how much you like being fucked!” Dick cried out in shameful pleasure as he felt his cock explode, shooting thick ropes of cum all over the dirty floor. His hole clamped down on Tony’s cock, milking it as he emptied himself. Ther thing groaned as he began to shoot in Dick’s abused hole, filling it with his cum, Dick sobbed as he realized he had let this fucking criminal breed him on film! Dick’s body shook under Tony as the man slowly withdrew his cock, cum gushing out of the hero’s once pristine hole. Dick laid there in shock, what had just happened? Tony slapped that perfect ass, loving the jiggle of the firm muscle, “Let me tell you Boy Wonder, that ass is everything I dreamed of.” Dick clenched his eyes shut, trying to block the words out as he felt the warm cum run down his leg. “So what’cha say hero?” Aces said, “You ready for the rest of us?” Dick looked up in horror, “Never…” Aces knelt down and got close to Dick’s face, “You sure about that…” he looked at his watch, “I mean its just a matter of time before…” And as if on cue Dick’s blood began to burn again. “Fuck…” he screamed as the pain came rushing back, twice as bas as before, “MOTHERFUCKER!” he bellowed, writhing around on the floor as his entire body was flooded with unimaginable pain. “Want it to stop?” Aces asked him. Dick looked up, tears running down his face, “H-how…” The man pulled his cock out and sprinkled some powder on it, “Easy…take another hit.” It was a nice cock, easily eight and half, thick…Dick stared at it and the powder on it as he struggled not to shriek in pain. “Come on buddy, one lick and it goes away,” the man said, fisting his cock. Another spasm of pain and Dick knew he was lost. He moved towards it and Aces took a step back, “Crawl to it slut… I wanna see how bad you want it.” Dick hesitated for a moment before giving in to his body’s cravings, his knees slipping on the wet concrete as he crawled towards the thug. The pain still radiated throughout his entire body, forcing moans to escape his lips, “Please…just make it stop…” “Come on boy,” Aces called out like he was talking to a dog, “Come get it boy! Come lick!” Aces ordered and Dick willingly obliged, crawling across the cold, dirty floor. He stuck his tongue out and licked the powder on the tip of the man's cock. The taste was bitter, but it was a small price to pay for the relief it brought. Dick moaned as the pain slowly subsided, and he felt a strange warmth spread through his body. He knew he was addicted and he didn't care. He licked more and more before taking the whole cock into his mouth, sucking the drug off the member. Aces filmed the hero sucking his cock like a greedy whore, loving every second of it, “Look up at me baby, lemme see those pretty eyes.” Dick did as he was told, making eye contact with the man as he sucked his cock like a demon possessed. “Oh yeah, that’s right, slut, I’m gonna fill that dirty mouth of yours with my cum.” Dick sucked harder, getting himself high on the drugs he was consuming. The pain had subsided, only a warm tingle remained, lingering at the corner of his mind as he worked the thugs cock lavishly. His tongue swirled along the veiny shaft, getting each inch wet before taking the whole thing into his mouth. The man threw his head back and groaned, fisting Nightwing's hair as he took control of the tempo. Dick felt his cock twitch at the sound of the man's pleasure, his mind blurring as he worked the throbbing shaft. He realized he was imitating the scores of women who had sucked him off, basically doing what he knew felt good. The memory of who he was danced through his mind and he felt a fresh wave of shame as the man thrust into his mouth harder, flooding his tongue with precum. He gagged as the man used him, Dick hated it but the pleasure the drug brought him made it tolerable. Aces pulled his cock out and began to slap Dick’s handsome face with it, leaving wet precum marks cross his cheeks, “Beg for boy, come on boy…beg!” he said as if commanding a dog again. Nightwing's cock throbbed, his mind heavy with a mixture of shame, guilt, and pleasure. “Come on boy, beg for it!” He had always thought of himself as a strong, powerful man. But now, here he was, on his hands and knees, wearing nothing but a tunic and mask, begging for this stranger's cock. His hole throbbed with excitement and desire, still stretched wide from the previous pounding he had taken. The drug flowing through his veins demanded more, his body craved it, and his pride and ego were already shattered beyond repair. Slowly on his hands and knees, his face slapped with a stranger’s cock, begging for it like the dirty little slut he looked up and pleaded, “Please, sir, more?” He heard himself ask and although he was disgusted with himself, his body begged for it. Aces laughed, “Take that idiotic costume, off, I wanna see your titties!” Suppressing a groan Dick pulled his tunic off, revealing his perfectly sculpted abs. Aces whistled, “Damn…you are so fucking hot…turn around, show me that little hole…give me a show slut!” Dick turned around to reveal his still gaping hole. His face turned red as the man whistled in approval . He felt like a cheap whore showing off but he already feel the burning start…he needed sex quickly. Aces removed his clothes, revealing a tight, toned body of his own. Dick was appalled to find some part of him found the man attractive. He tried to bury the thought as he moved between Dick’s legs, “You want this?” he asked the hero. Nightwing said nothing, screaming at himself to stop…and then slowly nodded. Aces pressed his cock to Dick’s cummy hole, “Push back slut, fuck yourself on my cock!” Dick took a deep breath before complying, feeling his hole stretch around Aces’ cock. The drug in his system made him powerless to resist the pleasure, and he impaled himself on the invading rod. Aces growled as he felt the hero’s tight hole stretch around his cock, squeezing him tight as he watched the hero work himself back and forth. “Shit…oh fuck…” Nightwing cried realizing the horrible truth about Aces cock. “You like that curve?” the thug asked, “drives clits crazy!” Dick’s head hung down in shame as he felt himself push back onto that cock, each time it slamming into his prostate perfectly, cause his own cock to weep. He hated himself for enjoying this, for getting overwhelmed by the bliss coursing through his veins; everything else faded away as Ace’s cock hit that spot inside of him. His mind felt hazy with lust as he felt the thick veins massage every part of him, plundering his depths like a pirate searching for gold. He was helpless to do anything but moan as Aces gripped his hips, pulling him back onto his cock, slamming into him relentlessly. Dick wasn't sure when he lost control of his own body. All he knew was that Aces' cock was hitting his prostate just right, and the drug in his system made the pleasure so intense that nothing else mattered. He gave himself over to it, his soft moans becoming louder as Aces picked up the pace. Ace grabbed the hero’s head and pulled it back, kissing him savagely. Dick was shocked to feel a man’s tongue enter his mouth but as soon as that cock hit his bitch button he found himself kissing back. He could feel Aces’ tongue dueling with his own, a mix of pleasure and disgust warred within him but soon the drug won out, an animalistic desire consumed the hero. He moaned, slamming Ace’s cock deeper into himself. “So hot,” Ace said, biting Dick’s neck, leaving mark after mark as he fucked him. Dick whimpered as the man’s teeth grazed his sensitive skin, the sting of pain only adding to the twisted pleasure of the moment. He could feel his hole quivering around the man’s thick, curved cock, sucking him deeper with each thrust. The man’s pubic hairs ground against his overly-sensitive hole, and Dick’s prostate throbbed with a near-constant stream of pleasure, his abs shaking with the intensity the fucking. Ace pushed Dick forward down the ground as he slammed into his tiny hole. Dick screamed as he felt his ass stretch from a different angle, his hips slamming back to meet the man’s cock shamelessly. “Come on you fucking whore,” Aces raged, “Push that ass back, beg me to fuck you!” Dick grunted as the thick cock rooted him even further, his hips moving of their own accord, “Please… harder…” “You love that cock, don’t you?” Aces laughed as he pulled out, draping himself over the hero’s back, his cock leaving Dick’s abused hole with an audible pop before shoving it back in as hard as he could. Nightwing yowled as the pain returned in full force, but the drug made him beg for more. “Fuck me! Harder!” he cried out, his mind consumed by a haze of desire. Aces was happy to oblige, brutally slamming his cock into Nightwing’s ass, each thrust causing the hero to scream in pleasure and pain. The sounds of the two men fucking echoed throughout the warehouse, Dick not believing what he was doing. He wasn’t even trying to stop himself, he arched his back again and again, needing all of the thug’s cock in him and more. “You a good boy bitch?” Ace asked the hero, “You my good boy?” Dick’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he pushed his ass back again, answering with a guttural moan. Ace’s hand wrapped around Dick’s throat as his hips pounded harder. “Answer me mutt…you my good fuckdog?” Aces growled as he tightened his grip on Nightwing’s throat. “F-fuck, yes…god yes, fuck me harder!” Dick choked out as the man’s massive cock filled him to the brim. “That’s not how fuckdogs talk…they bark…come on fuckdog…bark for my cock! Bark to be bred!” Ace demanded, squeezing the hero’s windpipe tighter. Nightwing’s vision started to tunnel as oxygen was cut off from his brain. His only thoughts were of the tingling sensation growing in his balls, he knew he was about to cum again, and this thought amplified his lust for Ace’s cock. He barked, a desperate, needy sound that seemed to drive Ace into a frenzy. “Louder! Come on slut, bark for my cock! Bark like a fucking dog!” he raged as he slammed into that tight ass over and over. Nightwing was lost in a sea of pleasure, unable to form a cohesive thought as he was fucked mercilessly. The entire warehouse echoed with the sound of Aces' body slamming into him, the sickeningly wet sound of his cock slamming into Nightwing’s ass, and the hero’s exaggerated moans filling the air. Suddenly, Aces pulled out, leaving Nightwing’s battered hole twitching and aching in the cold air. Dick’s mind was reeling from the sudden loss of pleasure. “Please no, don’t stop now!” he heard himself beg, and he couldn’t believe how pathetic he sounded. He heard loud, dirty laughs from them all. Ace looked down and grinned at him, “Only fuckdogs get to cum…be a good boy…heel!” Dick crawled to the man, never feeling so low in his life. Ace looked over at one of the heros stick, “Tony, grab me that symbol off of that.” Tony went over and pulled the small Nightwing symbol off of it and handed it over. Ace pulled a dog collar out of his pocket, “What the fuck is it with you and dogs?” Tony asked the man as he fastened the symbol to the collar. He just smiled, “Trust me, you’ll love this,” then to Dick, “Come here boy, come!” In a daze Nightwing crawled to him and Ace fastened the collar around his neck, locking it shut, “Now you’re a good fuckdog.” Dick knelt there stunned, he looked up at ace in confusion. “Bark fuckdog, bark to be fucked!” Ace said with a wicked grin. Dick felt a rush of humiliation and disgust at the thought of being turned into a dog, but the bliss coursing through his veins wouldn’t let him refuse. He opened his mouth and let out a pitiful little bark, “Ruff” the sound of his own voice shocked him, almost as much as the feel of Ace’s big muscular arm around his thin neck. The thug led him around the warehouse like a pet, his new nose mere inches from Ace’s thigh. Ace looked at Nightwing, “On your back, spread those legs wide…prepare to be bred like the bitch you are!” Dick obeyed, laying down on the filthy, wet floor as he spread his legs apart. Ace knelt in between his legs and smirked as he grabbed hold of Nightwing's ankles, hooking them over his shoulders as he pressed the tip of his slick, thick cock against the hero's abused hole. The feeling of Ace's perfect cock pressing against his hole sent a shiver down Nightwing's spine, the drug coursing through his veins demanding more. Ace smirked and pushed into the hero's slick entrance, inch by inch he forced his thick meat into the hero’s ass, stretching the hero's hole to its limit. Dick squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the pain as Ace thrust into him, but all he succeeded in doing was opening himself up more. Ace's thick, veiny shaft disappeared into the abused hole, filling it completely. “OH god yes!” Dick was shocked to hear himself cry as he begged the thug to fuck him. He couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of shame and disgust at himself as he pleaded. He knew he should be fighting back, but the drug had him under its control. All he could feel was the overwhelming need for release. Ace wasted no time, ramming his curved cock into Nightwing's abused hole. Dick sobbed, his mind a blur as he felt his body being impaled on the thug's rod. He felt every inch invade him, filling him to the brim. He saw the man hold his legs apart the same way he had with so many girls…only now he was the cunt…the fucking whore to be used. “My fuckdog wanna cum? You wanna cum boy?” Ace asked, slamming into the hero recklessly now, driving them both towards an orgasm. Dick nodded his head frantically, the need to cum almost unbearable. His cock throbbed, precum leaking from his tip and trickling down the sides of his shaft. It was all he wanted, the only thing that mattered anymore. Ace’s cruel grin spread wider as Dick’s body trembled under his abuse. He had him right where he wanted, hooked on his drug of choice, completely under his control. "Howl for me mutt, howl like the fucking sloppy bitch you are now!" Ace roared, knowing there was no turning back now. He gripped Nightwing's ankles tighter, his fingers digging into the flesh as he plowed into the hero mercilessly. Dick threw his head back and let out a mournful howl, his mind a blur as the man's thick, veiny cock rammed into him again and again, filling him to the brim. “Gonna fucking breed your cunt,” Ace growled, “You gonna have my puppies you fucking mutt?” Dick closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks as he nodded his head. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to cum, needed to end the torment coursing through his veins. He squealed as Ace pulled on his ankles, spreading himself open in a way no person should ever experience. The thug slammed his hips forward, his cock slamming hard into Dick’s prostate, sending the hero into a numbing orgasm. Stars burst behind his eyes as he sprayed his own chest, breathing heavily. Ace groaned in pleasure, reaching down to squeeze Nightwing’s balls, rolling them between his fingers as he emptied his own balls deep inside the hero’s well-used ass. Dick could feel the warmth spread through his ass as Ace collapsed on top of him, his mouth finding the hero’s and began passionately kissing him again. Dick hated that he kissed him back, their bodies smearing the cum and sweat against each other as Ace made out with the drugged man. Yet he couldn’t help himself. Every twitch of his cock made him lightheaded, every drip more pleasurable than the last. Ace pulled out of the hero’s ass, leaving it wide open and gaping from the hard fucking it had taken. “Now that was hot,” he said, looking down at the defeated hero with a smile. Dick just laid there, panting…his body was in a state of pure bliss as he felt the cum under him cool…but then he felt it…the gnawing emptiness returning. He looked up at the men with wild eyes as they smiled back at him. “What’s wrong boy?” Ace said, “You need more? Puppy wants to be bred again?” Dick fought himself to answer, he had been collared and fucked…he had to stop this…but the emptiness began to twist into discomfort and he knew pain was coming. “Come on boy,” Ace said kneeling down, “Speak! Puppy need to be bred?” Dick felt his heart race, he wanted more but he was so ashamed of himself. He didn't want to admit that he needed this, that the thought of their cocks filling him again made him eager if not desperate. His ass clenched at the mere mention of it and his mind was torn between his own desires and the shame that came with them. “I-I…” he began to stutter. Ace slapped his face hard, the sting shocking the hero, “Fuckdogs don’t speak, they bark. Answer me slut…does puppy want to be bred?” Dick could feel the shame creeping up on him as he nodded his head in desperation. Ace smiled, “I can’t hear you, bark for me fuckfdog…fuck to be bred like the slut you are.” Dick hated himself for it, but he couldn’t help the animalistic need that took over him. He let out a pitiful little bark, embarrassment flooding him as the sound left his mouth. “Louder!” Ace demanded. Dick didn't know what came over him as he let out a loud, guttural bark, his voice shaking with shame and need. The men all laughed at his pathetic display, but he barely registered it as the emptiness in his belly grew into a deep, gnawing ache. He craved their touch, their cocks, anything to fill the void that threatened to swallow him whole. He was a prisoner to his own body, unable to resist as his mind descended further into the haze of pleasure. Ace grabbed the collar and pulled the hero along, “Come on then, let me introduce you to my friend Bull.” Dick looked up at the wall of a man and swallowed hard. “Well mutt, what are you waiting for?” Ace snapped, “Undo his belt! Get those pants off him!” Nightwing eagerly obeyed, fumbling with the man’s belt and jeans with shaking hands. As Dick pulled the man’s jeans down, his cock sprang free, causing the hero to gasp in surprise. Even the always-confident Nightwing couldn’t hide his shock at the sheer size of the man’s cock. He couldn’t help but stare in disbelief as he took in the sight of Rocky’s thick, uncut shaft. It hung low like a fucking snake, seven inches soft with the tip peeking out of the foreskin. Dick just stared, not believing what he was seeing. “Now you know why they call me bull,” the man said, grabbing the back of Dick’s head and pushing him closer to it, “Come on cunt, clean me off…” Dick closed his eyes as he began to lick around the head, his tongue licking under the foreskin, the man’s funk filling his senses. The smell, the taste…all of it overwhelming him and he began to lick harder, sucking on the massive head like a teet. “Oh that’s good,” Bull said, his two massive hands covering Dick’s head as his cock began to grow and swell. Dick felt his lips strain as it grew under his tongue. It stretched his jaw, making his eyes water as he felt it pulse and grow, hitting the back of his throat. The man’s grunts of pleasure only encouraged him, his own cock growing as he sucked. “Dirty little fuckdog, You like that cock slut?” Ace growled, watching the scene before him. Dick's head nodded, the words almost incoherent as the massive organ pulsed against his lips. He could hardly believe he was even capable of taking something this size, let alone beg for it, but there was no denying the hunger gnawing at him. He sucked harder and harder, trying his best to deep throat the enormous cock, feeling it pulsing and twitching up against his tongue. Bull's grunts grew louder and louder as he face fucked the weakened hero. Spit dripped from the corner of Nightwing's mouth and coated the man's balls in wetness. The scent of the man's sweat and precum filled the air and mixed with the dust and grit of the warehouse. Dick could feel himself being used, wrecked by these men in the most degrading of ways, and yet he couldn't help but come back for more. His body shook with the pleasure of sucking off this man, a man who saw him as nothing more than a fuckdog. Bull's two massive hands covered Dick's head holding him steady as he pounded into his mouth. Dick's mind went back to when he first became Nightwing. The thrill of danger, the freedom of being free of Bruce’s control, free to do whatever he wanted. He recalled the different women he had been with, their soft moans as they cried out for more. But never in his wildest dreams did he imagine himself falling to his knees, throat-fucking a man twice his size while being called a "fuckdog." Dick started to gag as Bull pushed his cock deeper into his throat, nearly choking him. Precum dripped down the back of his throat and dribbled down his chin. His own cock was rock hard and dripping precum as well, a drop landing on the filthy ground beneath him. The thought of where it had landed and the sheer depravity of the situation should have disgusted him, but all it did was add to the sick thrill building inside of him. Bull pushed him back, Dick gasping for air as he fell back, his cock smearing precum against his abs. “Bull ready to fuck!” the man said laying down, his tower of a cock sticking up, “Come on hero…come ride the bull!” Dick backed up, feeling the massive cock sliding through his asscrack, making him shiver with anticipation. The last of his mind screamed at him to stop…but it was no use…he needed it too bad. “Come on you little cunt,” Bull grunted, “Stop teasing…” Dick reached back with a trembling and placed the cock head to his hole, his mind screaming at him to stop… Ace grabbed his chin and made eye contact, “Bad dog! Sit!” he commanded, his voice firm and unyielding. “I don’t care what your hero bullshit is telling you to do. Obey or I’ll make you obey.” Dick’s mind reeled. He wanted to rebel, to fight back, to prove that he was still in control. But the truth was that he wasn’t. He was a puppet, and these men were the puppeteers. He could feel the weight of his own desire pressing down on him, crushing his resistance until there was nothing left but pleading. With a sigh he lowered himself onto the monster's cock, his hole stretching obscenely wide as it swallowed the thick shaft inch by inch. “FUCK!” he screamed, his head flying back as he felt his hole completely destroyed by the fist of a cock. “SHIT NO! IT’S TOO BIG…NOOO!” he shrieked as he felt the head pop into his ass. Bull’s hands gripped his thighs, pulling him back harder onto the cock, stretching him out more than he ever believed possible. Dick’s screams echoed throughout the warehouse as inch after inch Bull moved into him. He struggled to move but the man’s hands held him still as he slowly pulled him down on his cock. “Oh for fuck’s sake!” Tony said pushing Ace out of the way, he pulled a bag out of his pocket and stuck it in the hero’s face, “Inhale!” Dick had no choice, he inhaled and felt a rush of the powder move up his nose and down his throat…instantly his mind exploded as every pleasure center in his brain began to fire wave after wave of ecstasy through his perfect body. His struggles ceased, his screams faded away to a soft moan, his eyes rolled back in bliss as he felt Bull fill him up completely, his cock buried to the hilt in Nightwing’s ass. Dick felt his spin in sheer ecstasy as he felt his tight, little ass spasm around the 2x4 lodged in him. Then slowly he felt himself being lifted up by the man, allowing every inch to be savored as it left him only to be slammed back down hard, punching up into him like a weapon. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" he screamed, his back arching as his body shuddered in pleasure. Bull pulled and pushed Nightwing, slamming him down harder and harder. All of a sudden, the hero’s muscles were clenching hard around him. “YES! YES” Dick screamed as he came once again…cum flying out of his cock like a firehose…but Bull wasn’t don yet, in face he hadn’t even started. He kept moving the dazed hero up and down his cock, relishing the way his tight, little hero hole squeezed his cock. He dug his fingers into Nightwing's hips as he began to thrust upwards. Dick's eyes fluttered open, but they were unfocused and glazed. He was high out of his mind on Bliss and the pleasure coursing through his veins was too much. He felt like he was floating on cloud nine, completely detached from his perfectly trained body. All that existed was the savage pounding Bull was giving him and it was the most intense thing he had ever felt. He sobbed and whimpered as that cock rammed into him like a siege engine, all the hero could do was mumble protests as his body was overstimulated. He had just cum…he wanted to sleep, to pass out but instead he was riding this tree trunk of a cock over and over. And then something started to change…as Bull stretched his hole open the man’s apple sized cockhead would catch and drag on Dick’s bitch button. The first timed caused him to shudder, the second let out a pitiful moan…the third he began to push back slowly, by the fourth he had braced himself on Bull’s tights and was slamming himself back to meet the thug’s fuck. “Fuck yeah…more…more…” Dick chanted, sweat dripping down, “Fuck me…need more…” he said, archin his back as he impaled himself on the cock fully. Bull chuckled as he watched the hero slowly start to unspool on his cock, speeding up his thrusts, taking over the pace as he fucked himself recklessly, “MORE!” Dick cried! “FUCK ME HARDER!” Bull had to admit he was surprised, most people shied away from his cock, hell he had to pay most girls just to suck him off…but watching this superhero slut beg for more… “YEAH TAKE BULL’S COCK!” the man raged, his ass leaving the floor as he pulled Nightwing own onto him. The hero's back arched in response as he felt another surge of euphoria coursing through his veins. Dick had no idea how much more he could take, his mind tried to fight it…but there was no denying the pleasure he felt. The hero took over the thrusting, instinct taking over as he slammed down onto that baseball bat of a cock. The thug just watched, his lips peeled back in a grotesque smile as he listened to the sounds of the drugged hero moaning and crying. Nightwing thrashed and writhed, his delicious muscles all taut as he forced himself to take every inch of Bull's obscene cock. Tony and Ace grabbed their own shafts and began to pump them, watching the degradation of the hero. The air was thick with humid sweat and musk, the putrid smell of old dust and oil tingeing the senses. Dick's granite abs were slick with the mixture, his lean, delicious body trembling with every pound of Bull's powerful hips. “Oh shit!” Bull cried, “This fucking cunt is gonna make me cum!” “NO!” Dick called out in panic, “Keep going…so close…oh please…more…” Bull tried to hold on but watching the famous Nightwing beg to be fucked was too much and he felt his balls start to tingle, “OH FUCK HERE I GO!” the criminal yelled as he began to flood Dick’s hole with his load. The hero’s eyes widened as he felt the man’s cum fill him up, each jet of semen causing him to shudder. He tried to ride him faster but Bull had stopped fucking as he came. “Cumming inside you, slut!” Bull roared as he released the last of his seed into Nightwing’s depths. The hero let out a gasp as he felt the man’s load fill him, the sensation strange and foreign. Cum dripped down his thighs as he kept slamming back onto the man’s cock. “STOP!” Bull roared, pushing the hero off of him, “Fucking whore get off!” he said, his softening cock leaking the last of his load down his leg. Nightwing laid on the floor, cum spilling out his abused ass, “More…I need more…please!” he called to Tony and Ace. Ace stroked his cock, “How does a fuckdog ask to be bred?” he asked the needy hero. Without hesitation Dick began to bark at him, “Ruff! Ruff! Oh please breed me! Please…” Ace laid down and held his cock up, “Come on then mutt…” Dick scrambled on top of him, pushing himself down onto the man’s cock. He fucked himself savagely, the sound of wet squelching from the loads up in the hero’s ass…Ace smiled when he saw the panic on Nightwing’s face as he slammed back harder and harder, “What’s wrong puppy? Need more?” Dick nodded, “Please…” when he saw the look on Ace’s face he stopped and began to bark again, pleading with the man as a dog would. “You heard him Tony.” Dick felt the man move behind him and before he could stop him, felt a second cock slide into his gaping hole. “OH GOD” Dick sobbed as he felt his ass stretched by two cocks at once. The pain was indescribable, but still, his body responded as if starved. Tony’s grip on his hips was brutal as he slammed into him from behind, his massive cock driving deeper into Dick’s prostate with every thrust. Beneath him, Ace played with the hero’s nipples, teasing and twisting them until they were dark red and tender. Dick moaned, throwing his head back in ecstasy as Tony and Ace double-penetrated him mercilessly. The two men worked in perfect harmony, each one pushing in as the other pulled out, never giving Nightwing a moment of respite from the relentless pleasure. "Take it, you dirty little fuckdog," Tony growled, slapping the hero’s ass cheek so hard the sound echoed through the warehouse. He pulled the collar back, making Dick arch his back so the thug could mark the hero’s neck with hicky after hicky. The man bit down on the flesh, then sucked, leaving behind angry red love bites. These marks would be a constant reminder of his fall from grace. “You like this slut? You like taking our cocks?” Tony whispered in Dick’s ear. The hero nodded his head vigorously, unable to form words as his mind was consumed with the intense pleasure of being filled by two massive cocks at once. "Answer me whore, tell me how much you love this!" Ace snarled, fisting Dick's damp hair and yanking the collar again. The hero's throat worked as he tried to get the words out, his body wracked with wave after wave of bliss that threatened to overwhelm him. "I love it, I love it, please keep going." Dick begged, his hips bucking back and forth between the two men, desperate to maintain the intense sensations coursing through his body. Tony's hands moved over his perfectly sculptured chest and abs as he fucked him, Ace thrusting up to make sure the hero felt every inch of his curve. Watching the insanely hot hero writhe and moan between them was stuff dreams were made of. When Tony pulled his head back Dick willingly kissed the man, wanting every single piece of him he could get. When Tony broke the kiss Ace pulled him down by the collar and kissed him as well, “Look at our slut,” he said between kisses, “You our little bitch now?” Dick nodded vigorously, his mind too gone to care about the implications of his own actions, “Yes, yours…your bitch…your slut...yes, I’m your fuckdog.” Ace looked at Tony and they Ace pulled out of the hero, Dick looke at them with wild, desperate eyes as Ace walked back, wagging his cock, “Crawl over here and clean my cock off whore, show me how well you’re trained.” Dick couldn’t control himself as he scrambled towards the man on the dirty warehouse floor, his ass leaking cum as he began to lick up the mess he had created, swallowing greedily. Ace’s cock twitched and swelled as he watched the usually proud and strong hero reduced to a quivering mess who would do anything for a cock, “Oh yeah puppy, such a good boy, you our good boy?” Dick moaned, the taste of sweat and precum filling his mouth as he sucked on the messy cock, licking up his spunk from Ace’s cock and balls. He was so gone, so overwhelmed by the drugs and the sexual pleasure that he’d lost all sense of who he was. Ace grabbed the collar and pulled the hero off his cock, “Answer me, you my good boy?” Dick’s eyes watered as he just stared at the thug…his entire life flashing before his eyes…Batman, Barbara, Kory, the Titans…all of it…and then he looked down at the man’s cock… And began to bark, over and over as the men laughed…as soon as Ace let go of the collar Dick went back to licking the man’s cock…just waiting for him to fuck him again. One Month Later The bar had no name and that was the way they liked it. A hidden place in Gotham for criminals and thugs to meet and socialize, it was one of the best kept secrets in the city. An array of tech and magic kept it invisible from prying eyes, its location known only to the worst of the worst. The bar was a secret but even more secret was what lied in the basement. To call it a sex club would be tame, it was a place where these criminals, men and women, went to satisfy their darkest urges. What happened down there stayed there and that was the way everyone liked it. So when Tony, Ace and Bull walked in with Nightwing on a leash the place went silent. The people stared in shock as the crimefighter on all fours, panting happily like an animal. Tony looked around, “500 bucks for an hour…who’s in?” No one moved for a second and then there was a mad rush of bills shoved in their face. Ace removed the leash and leaned down, “You my good boy?” Dick nodded smiling, his pupils wide with Bliss. Ace stood up and took a step back, “All yours boys!” Hands grabbed at Nightwing and pulled him into the bar…the sound of his uniform ripping filled the room…

Fantastic story! Can’t wait for Aaron to entice and convince his house mates to join the club and make their group the next generation carrying on the tradition of Omar, Harry and Sid.

As a top , the sceen with him walking on a road with black trunks - so hot. he has the hottest ass if we were still in the age of VHS I would have worn the tape out looking at it.

Where is this lay-by?

Stopped of yesterday at cruising layby and it was empty. I was just about to leave when some cars and a truck arrived. I took a walk into the woods, dropped my joggers hood up and bent over ready to see if anything happened. I heard car doors shut so was hopeful. I didn’t hear any footsteps but suddenly a hard cock was thrust in my ass. The guy was Eastern European by his accent as he became verbal calling me a dirty slut and a whore, how he was gonna breed me deep. I stayed silent and just took it as he got rougher and rougher. I felt the swell and he exploded deep in me . Then heard the “my turn” as he slid out and another slid in. He was not verbal and very quiet. His cock was bigger and longer pushing the cum deep, don’t take him long till he cum. No words just an ass slap as he walked away. I waited till I heard vehicles leave so I never got to see who they were.

topblkmale you ever in pensacola