Chapter Two: An Itch Makes a Bitch
“Great Rao,” a naked Superman grunted as he sat in front of his city monitor edging himself. He had masturbated after his visit to the Doctor’s office to quell the surprising sexual stimulation the exam had caused him. Ever since, he had been experiencing a dull yet persistent slightly itching sensation coming from his anus. For some reason, rather than being annoying, the sensation had kept him slightly aroused. At first, he had tried to ignore that stimulus but, as the days passed, this constant sensual urge began to distract him. He’d finally retreated to his fortress and masturbated hoping it would satisfy this yearning and restore his peace of mind. Though his orgasms had caused his ‘itching’ to subside, he’d found the effect was only temporary. Soon he was taking more and more time from his crimefighting to fly to his fortress and jerk off. By now this activity was occupying a large part of every day. Even more troubling, parts of his body were now experiencing increasingly sexually sensitivity.
“Yes,” he moaned as he stroked his thick long cock. Moving his strong thighs a farther apart to get a better grip on his erection, he leaned back in his chair. “Yes,” he muttered as he lifted his splayed legs to rest on the monitor’s table causing him to lean backward. His fingers savored the sensations of the throbbing veins that lined his shaft. Using his thumb, played alone the round sensitive cock head.
With his other free hand, he lightly grazed his fingertips across his chest reveling in their touch. He took hold of one of his nipples. Until now, he had not realized twisting and pinching them could give pleasure. “Uh,” he hissed as he squeezed one until its soft roundness compressed into a bullet hardness before moving on to the other. As he abused each of them, beads of sweat appeared on his chiseled torso. Breathing deeply, he closed his eyes, stroked his erect shaft, and drifted off savoring the sensation of erotic bliss he was drifting into. “Rao,” he groaned as more precum oozed from his dickhead giving his hand more lubricant to move up and down on his thicky veined shaft. He gritted his teeth and continued abusing his nipples while bathed in the green glow of the Kryptonite infused lights that he’d installed. Not powerful enough to hurt him, their rays nullified his superpowers sufficiently to allow him to fully experience every aspect of his sensual self-abuse. Under its lights, he no longer had to ‘hold himself in check’ and simply concentrate on enjoying his orgasms without fear any ejaculations was hurting anyone.
Over time, he quickly realized that edging was even more effective at causing his anal itch to subside. Right now, he was focused on that activity trying to hold off “unloading” for as long as possible. “Ah,” he hissed as he slowed down to hold off any orgasm. Suddenly a light appeared on the screen in front of him indicating a crime was taking place. Normally he’d race to stop it. However, currently he was so engrossed in his gooning, he was barely aware of the signal. “Rao,” he muttered as he ground his beefy rump into the chair. He spread his legs so they could fully separate his rounded butt-cheeks enabling the rough surface of the chair to rub against his anal opening. Its effect further alleviated his itch. He’d considered that penetrating his twitching anal hole might be even more effective. Until now, he had avoided doing it recalling the moral teachings of his childhood. “Maybe if I just touch the outside,” he sighed. His hand drifted down to run across one of his muscled butt-cheeks. Caressing and kneading its firm roundness, his fingers slowly inched towards the crack. At the last moment before slipping into that damp valley between them, he stopped not yet ready to embrace the idea of ‘fingering out his ass’. Instead, he moved his hand forward to squeeze his hefty low hanging nutsack. “Fuck,” he grunted as he pulled on his sack enjoying the slight pain his conduct gave to him. As he was carried away in a mindless erotic state, he realized being subject to this constant low level sexual heat had slowly opened him up to experimenting with sexual actions he’d never contemplated. Yet, he had no desire to stop.
While he gooned, the tone of his crime signal increased. Its louder buzzing finally broke through his blissful state of mind. Losing focus on simply edging, a powerful need to spunk immediately took hold. “Aw…yes…yes,” he yelped as his cock spewed his Kryptonian jizz. The heavy cream arched high into the air before plopping down onto his well-formed chest and ribbed abdominals. He sat panting in his chair sucking in breath while taking in the scent of his spunk. He was barely able to enjoy his relief when the now familiar dull internal itching started again. “No. No,” he growled in frustration as he spit onto his right hand, ignored the signal, and once more, began edging. “I can’t go on like this,” he whined as he ran his palm along the thick veins of his shaft. He savored the sensation of their throbbing blood as they coursed along the shaft of his impressive eleven-inch erection. Finally giving in to his needs, he rubbed his anal entryway on the coarse surface of his chair enjoying the materials massage on the sensitive ring. As he acted out, he knew something had to be done to end his sexual over stimulations. The thought came to him that his increased sexuality had arrived after his exam. Perhaps, he thought, it had triggered something within him. “I need see that, Doctor. He might help me find the answer.” He wondered if the Doctor might once more need to conduct another internal exam. Without realizing it, he smiled at the thought of the man’s finger screwing its way into him. His balls lurched at the idea causing a cascade of erotic stimulus to engulf him. “I’ll call him a bit later,” he sighed in those last seconds before his endorphin suffused mind drifted off into the sexual bliss of ball play and gooning.
*****
Dr Kumar put down the phone and smiled. He had been expecting a call from Superman. The only surprise was that it took so long for the hero to reach out to him. “I suppose his superpowers gave him more self-control,” he muttered to himself. He looked at his assistant. “After we finish here get everything ready for our visitor,” he sharply said before redirecting his attention towards Bruce Wayne. The previously confident and slightly arrogant millionaire was now a barely functioning, haggard looking man. He stood naked before the two me gazing at them with a mixture of fear and loathing. The scientist grinned as lifted a hand that was holding a device.
“Please don’t start those bots again,” Bruce whimpered. His once hyper, masculine, deep voice that, as his alter ego, had inspired terror in villains was now just a shell of its former tones. Weak and pathetic sounding, it signaled there was nothing left in him that was capable of fighting back.
“Well, that depends upon you, Mr. Wayne,” the scientist teased. He kept his hand on the device that had temporarily nullified the effect of the bots that had been stimulating Bruce Wayne’s prostate. “My financial needs are very expensive. On the table next to you are some papers. If you will just sign them, I’m sure that I can accommodate your wish.”
Bruce Wayne gazed over at the documents that were awaiting his signature. “If I sign them, you’ll have the power to drain my accounts,” he said choking back tears. “It will leave the Wayne foundation bankrupt and nothing for my ward to live on.” He glanced at the two men. “Please don’t…make...me sign.”
The scientist stared at him. He couldn’t help but being impressed by sight the naked man in front of him. Even though he had managed to shatter Bruce Wayne mentally, the six foot-three millionaire was still an incredibly handsome and nicely muscled man. Exposed to their view, he had a fully developed chest area, quarter sized brown nipples, with a hard ribbed eight pack. He best feature was his uncut, thick, long cock that hung between his legs. Even though it appeared a bit raw from Bruce’s constant masturbation, it was still quite tasty looking. His balls, which had been subjected to continually spew ejaculations, were still impressive even in their shriveled condition. As the clearly humiliated Bruce stood there, they nicely swayed between his well-developed thighs. The scientist was aware his assistant had been sexually abusing Bruce Wayne over the last few weeks and decided to use that knowledge to further crushed Bruce into submission. “I hear you’ve turned into quite the expert cocksucker,” he teased enjoying how embarrassed Bruce looked. “I’ve even been told you’ve been mounted quite a few times too. Even begged for it.”
“I…I... he…made me,” Bruce weakly protested.
“Stop trying to play the man in front of us,” the scientist sharply replied. “Henry and I know you are simply a sex crazed bitch.” He nodded over at Henry who pressed a button soon Bruce’s voice appeared over the audio system.
“Fuck me harder. God yes …fuck me…fuck my ass!
“No,” Bruce sobbed knowing, as much as he wanted to deny it, they all heard him begging for it. Worse was his knowledge that he had enjoyed been penetrated by the assistant. Although no one realized it, Bruce’s inner rage had been successfully hijacked towards his sexual needs. Even more amazing, Doctor Kumar had unconsciously managed to eroticize Bruce's subconscious feelings of inadequacy as a man he had felt since the death of his parents. Being treated like a bitch by Henry had reinforced that hidden self-image that had laid dormant within him
The Doctor took a deep breath and lifted the device. His finger hovering above the button that would activate the bots and reignite Bruce’s uncontrollable sexual cravings. “Must I press this key,” he asked while noticing Bruce was getting an erection. “Oh, I see you want me to do it,” he laughingly stated.
Bruce gazed down to see his semi-hard state. Having been kept in a perpetual state of sexual arousal, his body was now addicted to the chemicals his arousal induced in him.
“Stop playing with yourself and sign you pathetic cunt,” the scientist angrily told him.
Knowing that for the first time in his life he had been defeated, Bruce reached out and took the pen. He sobbed as he signed away his possessions using his other free hand to rub his junk.
The scientist laughed and pressed the button.
“God, you promised if I signed you wouldn’t,” Bruce whimpered as once more, his prostate vibrated. His shaft went fully erect and unconsciously, he stroked it. “You said if I signed, you wouldn’t activate them,” he moaned as he changed his grip to better masturbate.
“I made no such promise,” the scientist insisted. “However, I will promise you that your ward will not starve,” he assured Bruce. “Yesterday he has received a notification that he must have a physical as part of his senior year in college. He arrived a few minutes ago,” the man smirking stated. He nodded to henry who went to a screen and turned it on. A horrified Bruce imaged the sight of his ward disrobing in an exam room then, donning a gown. He visualized the young man impatiently pacing around, the back of his gown flapping open exposing Dick’s well-formed, tight, high, bubbled rump. “God those ass dimples,” Bruce muttered as another closet in his mind creaked open and the secret lust he’d unconsciously felt for his handsome ward flooded into his consciousness. His mind, freed, now imagined sex with Dick.
“I shall enjoy conducting his prostate exam,” Kumar. He stood there watching as the vigorously masturbating Bruce’s eyes clouded over with lust. “Well mustn’t keep your ward waiting,” he laughingly stated as he left the room
“Fuck,” Bruce murmured. His eyes closed as he drifted off into a now familiar gooning state of mind. “Fucking Dick…I need to be fucked,” he moaned.
“My thoughts exactly,” Henry growled as he quickly disrobed. Wasting little time, he led the now completely out of it Bruce to the desk. He roughly pushed the gooned out millionaire face down across its surface. “Open up bitch,” her snarled as he pushed Bruce’s strongly muscled thighs apart and aimed his erection at the anal opening between them. With no preparation, even less concern about prepping, he thrust his erection into Bruce’s anus. By now the once tight anal ring of the Caped Crusader was sufficiently loose so that preparations was unnecessary. The minute Henry’s dickhead touched it, its muscular ring eagerly unwound to suck in the man’s now familiar cock
“YES…FUCK ME DICK,” Bruce. Lost in the fantasy, shamelessly begged as he was savagely fucked.
Oh, shut up,” Henry rasped as he screwed the squirming man. He reached to a nearby table and took a dildo off it. Wasting no time, he shoved it into Bruce’s mouth. The now overheated Bruce quickly began to suck on it. The room soon filled with the smell of two rutting men, Henry’s grunts, and Bruce’s dildo muffled whimpering moans of pleasure.
*****
As he waited for the Superman to arrive at his office the scientist sat back in his chair recalling his encounter with the sexually appealing Dick Grayson. He knew that Bruce’s stunning young ward might ask too many questions and thus, needed to be dealt with before he discovered his guardian’s fate. He forged a letter to the young hunk indicating that, in light of the current health scares, his college required a physical exam to be conducted by one of its medical staff.
He had been delighted to find that the young man’s attitude had those attributes that he found so attractive. Breaking a weak man held no allure. Young Grayson was clearly annoyed at having to appear before the Doctor wearing nothing more than a flimsy gown that exposed his back to view. His display of a touch of smug confidence and arrogance had posed a nice challenge. As they began the examination, it was quite clear Dick was here merely to grudgingly comply with the “new medical requirements” he’d been told was issued by the Department of Education.
I’m in good shape and honestly, I don’t see why I need any exam,” he had curtly stated.
“Well, you know bureaucracy,” the Doctor had replied while enjoying the sight of Dick’s gown-outlined well-formed torso.
Although initially quite compliant with his answers, Dick increasingly became more resistant as the Doctor’s probes for information grew more personal. He particularly became less cooperative when the subject turned to his prior sexual experiences. As he sat at his desk, the Doctor smiled at how that had gone down.
“So basically Mr. Grayson would it be fair to say that you've had numerous sexual partners since hitting puberty. Men or women or both?”
“I don't see how that's relevant,” an annoyed Dick replied
“Mr. Grayson,” the scientist had replied putting a hint of irritation in his voice. “I'm merely asking questions that are required by the new regulations. I have no prurient interest in your sexual habits. This will go much faster if you cooperate.”
Dick had glared at him but ultimately responded to the next set of queries.
“I’ve had more than a few sexual experiences of an intimate nature since I first reached puberty. Solely feminine,” he quickly added.
Kumar had stared at the young man. Tall with dark hair and eyes that drew you in, Kumar could well imagine this handsome, well-muscled young man was quite successful to getting someone into bed. “Have you've experienced any problem with performance issues,” Kumar had inquired. “Capable of satisfying and achieving more than one ejaculation?”
He’d made sure to affect an air of indifference although he was far from indifferent about that response. He noticed a sly smile appear on the handsome young man's face.
“I've had no complaints. Yeah, I can go a few times too.”
Greyson’s slightly smug reply and facial reaction pleased the Doctor. His display of arrogance, combined with his physical beauty, made him even more sexually interesting. It would make breaking this young man quite enjoyable. His grin widened as he recalled subjecting the young man to his first prostate exam. Taking his time, he had positioned young Greyson’s torso in just the right way. He always enjoyed the sight of a strong well-formed male body slightly bent forward with his legs spread allowing his balls to swing between well-muscled thighs. Greyson’s rump did not disappoint. His strong legs nicely set off the slightly hairy set of nuts that were large and low hung. Round and full, with matching dimples, the pale skin butt glistened like white marble under the lights. Kumar marveled at the sight making him even more determined to possess it.
Taking his time the crafty fiend had slowly probed inside young Grayson’s anal cavity. Dick had taken a sharp intact of breath when the first part of the man’s finger pushed into him.
“Just relax son,” the scientist instructed as he pushed in deeper.
He had the bot suppository ready for insertion and quickly accomplished that task. However, he continued thrusting up into Dick’s ass, enjoying the sounds of the young man’s breathing as he was finger fucked. The villain also noticed that, as he had hoped, his actions had stimulated the Greyson into a semi hard state of sexual arousal.
“Are you finished yet,” Dick asked through gritted teeth
“Just a bit more,” the scientists replied as he felt Dick’s torso quake when the finger rammed Greyson’s anus.
“Fuck,” Dick gasped.
Happy with his results and, deciding not to press things too far at this stage, the scientist slowly withdrew his finger from deep inside the young man's anal cavity. As it slipped out, Dick's body actually slightly quivered causing the scientist to smile.
“I’m glad we are done,” Dick had quickly respond as he stood up and turned towards the Doctor. He noticed he was semi-aroused and blushed.
“I can see that it has produced an effect which is quite normal in such situations,” the scientist told him. “Nothing to be to become embarrassed over. In fact, it will help us complete the final part of the exam. I need to see a full erection.”
A shocked Dick had stared at him.
“You want me to…”
“Masturbate. Not to orgasm naturally but I need to see if your equipment is capable of fully extending,” he said using a clinical tone of voice.
A flush of embarrassment, coupled with distaste, appeared across young Grayson’s face. Young Grayson had never had a problem exposing himself or even fondling his junk to an erection in front of his numerous female sexual conquests. However, standing in front of a man, buck naked and bringing himself into a condition of full sexual arousal was a different matter. He was contemplating whether or not he would comply when the Doctor spoke.
“Of course, if you don’t wish to, its fine...”
The scientist had observed the relieved look on Dick’s face then, went for the killing head-fuck to tip things his way.
“Though it will look suspicious,” he softly added.
“Suspicious…how?” a now concerned Greyson asked.
“Well, it's a simple request. It would only take a minute or two to comply. I can only assume that your reluctance means you're hiding something,” Dr Kumar replied.
“I'm not hiding anything,” Dick angrily shot back.
“If you're not then...”
The scientist paused leaving the implications hanging.
“Fine. I’ll show you,” Dick grudgingly conceded.
He’d swiftly stripped off his gown and grabbed his uncut cock.
The Doctor had taken up a pen and pad and pretended to write while Dick stood in front of him and began to hesitantly stroke his semi-erect penis. To the Doctor's delight, in spite of shifting his grip at various times, Greyson seemed to be unable to reach a full erection. In fact, he began to soften as his dickhead retreated into its hiding hole. What was more delightful was the sight of the strapping, young man standing naked in front of him. Dick Grayson's body was a visual walking wet dream. He stood there, with his powerful leanly muscled thighs and legs spread somewhat apart, jerking on his shaft. With his every stroke, his hefty low hanging balls would jiggle in front of the Doctor. Soon his body was streaked with sweat. The Indian Doctor watched as the moisture formed his well-defined chest to soon pool between those rounded developed mounds to slowly drift down in little rivulets along the crevices and valleys of his eight pack before finally catching in glistening droplets among his respectable batch of pubic hair. Broad shouldered, flaring down to a narrow waist, he was a prize that the Doctor vowed to possess.
“I thought you said there were no problems in this area,” the scientist finally asked with a fake concern in his voice.
A panic-stricken young Grayson had gazed up at him.
“I... this is never... I swear I've never had a problem,” he sputtered between gulps of air.
“I don’t have all day you know. Clearly you oversold your sexual abilities,” the Doctor said in a skeptical tone of voice.
“No wait please,” Dick whined.
A now very unnerved Dick stood there trying to vigorously masturbate himself into a full state of arousal. As his bicep bulged from the effort, his balls swung back and forth as if by their movements they could inspire the cock to achieve erection. Still, though there was some stiffening, only a part of his cockhead emerged from its covering.
The scientist had been absolutely giddy with excitement at the thought that he had actually short circuited this vigorous healthy young male’s ability to achieve an erection. Not so smug now are we, he’d thought.
“Well let's leave it for another day,” he said with an air of patronizing air. “I wouldn't worry about it. Young boys sometimes have difficulties getting erect. Though it’s clear your reply about satisfying women and having multi-orgasms was an exaggeration. Young man I must tell you that it is not good to lie about medical issues.”
“No, I didn’t lie,” an even more panicked Dick insisted.
The scientist had watched as Dick changed his grip and furiously continued to beat meat yet still could not achieve a full erection. The young man had changed his grip numerous times to no avail. The room had filled with the sound of his frustrated panting and the slap of skin upon skin. Ultimately, to the scientist’s delight, young Greyson was unsuccessful. Satisfied with his success the Doctor finally intervened.
“I’m sorry young man but I really don't have much more time. I'll just put down your regular Doctors should check about the possibility that you have occasional bouts of impotence.”
As expected, those words shocked Dick. His once arrogant confident expression had completely vanished. He stood there; body streaked with ripples of dripping sweat which served to highlight his muscular torso to great effect. He gazed down at his rapidly softening cock.
“I'm not… impotent,” he’d sputtered choking back a sob while barely looking at the other man.
“Nothing to be ashamed about Mr. Greyson. You should see your regular Doctor about it. Now, I have no more time. Get dressed.”
“I have to…tell another Doctor,” Dick lightly replied. “Tell him…you know…about my…?” Tears came to his eyes.
It was the reaction the scientist wanted. The moment he could exploit.
“I understand this is personally embarrassing to have impotence issues at your age. I tell you what,” scientist said again employing a hint of concern in his voice. “I don’t normally take on patients however, to spare you further humiliation, about discussing your medical condition I will take you as my patient. Why don't you come back and see me in a week or so and we will see if things have changed. No need to involve more doctors and subject yourself to them knowing about your bouts of impotence. Is that agreeable?”
Dick had taken a deep breath and looked down at the floor.
“Yes,” Dick mumbled as he dressed. “Thank you.”
“I have a medical device which might correct your issue. It’s a bit unorthodox but it has been quite effective in curing impotence,” he told the now shaken young man.
“I’ll try it,” a panicked Dick had responded.
“Well, if you are sure,” the Doctor had stated.
Dick had eagerly nodded.
“Turn around and bend over,” he told the now compliant young stud. Wasting no time he quickly grabbed a small butt plug from the nearby table’s drawer.
“What are you doing?” a shocked Dick asked.
“Either you cooperate or go,” the Doctor sharply stated while giving Dick’s but a hard slap that left a pink imprint of his hand on his rounded tight right ass-cheek.
“Eow, Okay I’ll obey,” Greyson yelped. He stayed still as the device was greased then inserted up his anal chute.
“This medical device will focus any erotic stimulations to your penial area. You can remove it after a few hours. Six hours today would suffice,” the Doctor explained. “However, be sure to keep it inserted in you for four hours every day thereafter until our next appointment. I assure you a week of so with this in you will fix the problem. In fact, I’m confident its effects will begin within a short time,” the Doctor had insisted.
“Is it really necessary to keep this thing shoved up my ass,” Dick had asked as he fidgeted in front of the Doctor. The sensation of having his butt filled with the plug was not unpleasant but slightly humiliating.
“Of course, it you are too immature to follow my instructions and are content with experiencing bouts of impotence... which might increase in intensity and duration, I might point out …” he stared at the young man. He knew the fear of impotence would overcome any reluctance in Dick.
“No, I’ll do it,” Greyson had hurriedly agreed.
The scientists had watched the somber young man quickly dressed and slunk out of the room. The fiend went to his computer and punched in a timer which would activate the bots attached to Dick’s prostate once he’d inserted the device into his ass. “Our young Mr. Greyson will soon be in a state of uncontrollable sexual heat when he’s penetrated. Now to make sure of the reverse.” Though he’d explained how his bots stimulated sex drives he had not told the criminal boss its other function. He chuckled as he programed the bots to emit an undetectable electrical pulse which would short-circuit Dicks’ sexual stimulations whenever the device was not inside his anal cavity. Discovering he needs to be fucked to get hard should shake his arrogance quite nicely, he thought. He’d barely finished on the computer when Henry came in to announce Superman’s arrival.
If you've enjoyed this story, please check out my other works on Amazon and on this site
Next page