Dedication:
This story is dedicated to a new writer on the cyber scene name Jmack whose mind-blowing story on Robin is called “Research Grant” is well worth a read. The story is found in the yahoo group http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SupermanEroticStories/
The premise of this story come from something I’d read: If someone has been rapidly& repeatedly pushed past their personal ‘Point of Self-Repulsion’, this will quickly put them mentally past the ‘Point of No Return’ regarding submission to it. Their mind may be in a whirl of resistance but it doesn't know how to resist. As a result, it simply stops thinking. It permanently short-circuits. If it involves ways of sexual acting out, you will then successfully be able to reshape its sexual norms.
He becomes...a sexual slut.
He becomes YOUR
sexual slut.
By Kyle Cicero
CHAPTER ONE:
“You want me to do WHAT!” Nightwing exclaimed in shock after the commissioner had explained why he had summoned the crime fighter.
The burly older man calmly looked at the buff hero that stood in front of the former’s desk. “I need you to go undercover at a club. You are perfect for the job,” he paused taking in the muscular tall body and darkly handsome masked face of the crime fighter then continued while waving off Nightwing’s attempt to interrupt him. “Look in a mirror. Clearly you have the right physical qualifications in fact for it,” he said with a grin.
“Commissioner,” Nightwing sputtered in protest a bit embarrassed by the law officer’s compliment.
The commissioner again cut the crime fighter off. “I’ve told you, I have it on good authority that certain villains will meet there in three days to plot a major crime spree. If you find out those facts beforehand we can nip this fast and prevent possible injuries to the public. That’s why you need to go undercover.” He smiled slightly. “You do want to stop civilian deaths right?” Nightwing reluctantly nodded. I see no problem then wit this request,” the burly man stated.
“The fact that you want me to go undercover as a male stripper in a sleazy gay bar is my problem,” Nightwing growled at last.
“I need your help,” the commissioner grunted. “Of course, as I just said, if saving lives isn’t…”
“No, it’s not that. Yes, if it will save lives of course I’ll go undercover but…okay,”” he suddenly said. “It won’t work since I’ll be recognized, “ Nightwing eagerly suggested. “And I cannot go there unmasked.” He smiled confident he had logic on his side. He folded his arms in front of him with assurance that he had raised an insurmountable obstacle to the assignment.
“Not an issue,” the law officer smiled. He knew he had the hero. Nightwing had not refused outright and was now merely raising issues that the commissioner could quickly dispel. It simply required employing a bit more subtle words to reel him into the plan. “The club owner is our CI who tipped us off. Seems that bunch picked his place precisely because they thought no one would think they’d meet there. If you go there now, he will have your outfit ready and train you. Your secret identity will be safe I promise you!”
“My outfit,” the now perplexed Nightwing asked before adding,” train me how?”
The commissioner sighed, “Go see him first. If you don’t like his solution then don’t do it okay.” He somberly stared at the youthful hunk. “Then, if you back out, we will just hope for the best in limiting any civilian tragedies during their spree.”
The crime fighter grimaced. “Okay I’ll go,” he grumbled as he turned to leave.
The commissioner watched the rippling muscles in the Lycra clad hero’s tight-bubbled butt as Nightwing walked out and closed the office door. “ Shit that fucking arse of his is so fucking amazing,” the former quietly sighed as he let one of his hands rub his throbbing boner. “Bet he is a total virgin too with his ‘honor code’.” For years the commissioner had fantasized about what was concealed under Nightwing’s dark outfit. More than a few times he had jerked off in his office after one of their visits fantasizing about screwing the buff youthful hero’s oh-hot-arse. He paused his masturbation actions and reached for his phone. After a few rings someone answered. “He is coming. Yeah he fell for my story. Look,’ he grunted as he reached down to once more fondle his growing boner. I get some too, got it.” He hung up and unzipped his pants.
Pulling out his throbbing cock he vigorously beat off. “That smug bastard,” he grunted as he visualized the sexy body of the crime fighter bound naked and arse up over his office squirming as he was plowed. “Always making me look like some if idiot who needs his help. Goody fucking two shoes arsehooooo,” he groaned.
He closed his eyes to visualize his craven desires. Soon he mentally heard Nightwing squealing protests as he was being roughly penetrated. "Please don't commissioner...don't fuck my arse...please...someone help me...oh Batman he's fucking meeee!"
By now the older man’s consciousness was fully into this fantasy scenario. He closed his eyes tighter as he screwed the now loudly wailing muscled hunk. “Gonna bitch you….yeah sob away as you’re getting bitched,” he huffed as he quickened his hand job. He could feel the tight hole of the helpless crime-fighter clamping on his cock. His fevered brain summoned up images of the writhing muscles on the buffer hero’s back as he was violated. In his imagination he was holding the narrowed tapered waist of the stud hero as he ravaged the latter’s anal chute. “Don’t…commissioner….don’t fuck me….please,” Nightwing sobbed as his body was defiled. "I'm fucking you, Nightwing," the commissioner rasped in defiance to his victim. “Turning you into my cum-hole…my cummmmmmm,” he yelled as he exploded into a climax. Later, as he cleaned up, he contemplated Nightwing’s arrival at the club to work as a male stripper. A huge satisfied grin came to his face.
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