For the next few hours Nightwing was trained in the art of stripping by the similarly drug fucked Bruno. Both wore masks and dressed in shimmering tight briefs. Bruno demonstrated how to utilize a pole in a performance and the best way to flex and erotically stretch his body before the club mirrors. Nightwing’s natural athleticism and prior fighter’s training made him a quick study.
“Al wants us to do a duet,” Bruno muttered as his glazed eyes looked at the equally drugged up Nightwing’s orbs. Slowly Bruno positioned himself behind Nightwing. The former draped himself flush to the crime fighter’s back. “We connect like this,” Bruno rasped as he felt the powerfully defined back muscles of Nightwing caress his chest. His crotch snuggled between the cavity of the younger man’s rump. “I will hold onto you, very tight” he wheezed as he sensually slipped his arms around Nightwing to lay them across the latter’s chest. “Then we move as one,” he gulped as his cock stiffened.
As the moved Nightwing felt the muscled older man clinging to him. His butt, still sore from his spanking, tingled in a pleasurable way from the warm sensation of Bruno’ basket upon it.. “Awww,” he sighed as he let his head lean back to gently rest against Bruno. “Feels nice,” he whispered. Soon he could feel the latter’s hands moving along his chest. “Yeah feel me up,” Nightwing shamelessly groaned as Bruno’s strong arms moved about Nightwing's pectorals.
“Fuck you...you….sooooo…hot,” Bruno sighed as he let his fingers play with Nightwing’s nipples enjoying the groaning “ooooo”’s of pleasure from the younger man. Soon he was running one hand down the heaving ribbed abdominals of the crime fighter. His rough palm massaged their hard bumps.
“Aw shit,” Nightwing yelped as he pressed his arse harder upon Bruno’s now fully erect cock.
Bruno was lost in a drug fueled erotic haze. He slipped his hand down past the abdominal that he had been massaging to get it under Nightwing’s briefs. Reaching his prize he gripped the latter’s equally hard erection and gently stroked it.
“Yessss,” Nightwing mewed as he swayed with Bruno under the hot lights. Their mutual sweat sealed them together. For the first time in his life he experienced what it was like to be masturbated by another person. The buff young hero had jerked-off on a number of occasions but they had been perfunctory in nature designed more to ease some quick sexual urge. Bruno, from his time alone in prison, was an expert in the art of the slow cock pump. He used this skill to good effect. Letting his fingers tips sensually stroke Nightwing’s sack, he used various pressure points he had discovered to stimulate and edge off the now squirming crime fighters manhood. “Fuck,” the young stud moaned as his cock and balls shot bolts of pleasure directly to his drug fried brain. He began to hump against his sexual tormentor. For the first time he began uttering stream of almost incoherent expletives. He had never been one to use pr sexual profanities but now, as he went into a total rutting mode, that rigid moral code vanished.
“Fucking shit,” Bruno yelled as he too rammed himself deeply into the canyon crack between Nightwing’s cheeks. By now, he wanted to fuck Nightwing so badly. Yet, he was mentally hamstrung by Al’s orders. The drugs had crippled his brain’s ability to defy the manager so he settled for this partial action.
“Fuck me,” Nightwing finally blurted out as he let his own sexual imperatives shatter any final resistance to this activity. “Fuck me. Fuck me,” he sobbed as Bruno’s exquisite hand-job brought him close to a climax. His tight still virginal rear-end furiously pounded upon Bruno’s cock bring the latter close to his own eruptions.
From the sidelines a smiling Al watched and videotaped the writhing hunks. He knew they were about to climax and he wanted this on DVD.
“Fucking dry humping you Dick,” Bruno whispered into Nightwing’s ear in a voice so quiet only the two heard it. On some deeper mental level the handsome older ex-con fought to retain some type of control over Al’s drug induced power and hold this treasure for himself.
“Awwwww,” Nightwing grunted as he heard his true name. He surrendered to the press of Bruno’s masculine body, slick with sweat, upon him. The young hero spread his legs apart as they moved so his nuts could feel the vibrations of Bruno’s crotchpoundings. “Fuck me,” he sobbed as together they sensually moved as one. Bruno’s masturbating hand was slick with a combination of Nightwing’s cock sweat and pre-cum. He felt the younger man getting close. Nightwing’s chest expanded in his grip and the former’s butt was ramming back hard. “Uuuuuu,” he said in a cracking voice.
“Going to cum too,” Bruno croaked as he felt Nightwing’s torso beginning to stiffen in his grasp. The moment of climax for them had arrived. “Squirt with me Dick,” he whispered instinctively knowing using that name would send Nightwing into ejaculations.
As Al recorded all this, he saw both men’s well-chiseled body’s violently twitch. Their mutual loud gasps were followed by joint cries of “ AAAAAHHHHH,” indicated they had orgasmed in tandem. He watched transfixed as, exhausted by the power of their ejaculations, the men slumped together towards the floor. They lay there entwined drenched in their perspirations and lightly moaning like two schoolgirls. Suddenly Bruno used a hand to turn Nightwing’s face slightly toward him. To Al’s shock, they kissed. What’s more Nightwing appeared to be totally into it! “Yeah, they are ready for tonight’s performance”, Al laughed. He left them there moaning with pleasure; engaged in furious lip locked deep throated kissing while entangled together in sexual bliss.
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