Nightwing arrived at the club. He tried to do this as surreptitiously as possible. He did not relish being seen entering such a sordid establishment. As he went into the club various scents assaulted him. The place reeked of pot and the distinctive smells of cum. Nightwing was about to exit when a portly small man walked out of an office door. “Ah Nightwing, I just got the commissioner’s call.”
“Look,” Nightwing muttered as he gazed at the rundown area. “This is a mistake…I should go,” He moved slightly towards the door.
“Hey, no skin off my arse if people die because you wimped out. Didn’t peg you for a coward,” The balding corpulent figure laughed.
The young crime-fighter’s body stiffened. A grim look came to him. “I’m no coward but I have no desire to “perform” in this depraved place for degenerates.”
“Listen,’ the man huffed. “You go or you stay it is up to you buddy.” He smirked at the chiseled figure standing before him in the dark skintight Lycra. “ You don’t gotta do more than a fucking tease em with a short bump and grind. Trust me, from my visuals here that will blow their heads off if ya catch my drift,” he lewdly chuckled enjoying how his sex remark discomforted the youthful hero. “Buddy, that is one primo body on you. Hey, you wear Lycra so what’s with the ‘I’m so shy’ attitude to showing off some for…” He paused, remembered what the commissioner told him, then added. “ People may get hurt . Ya gonna let that happen?”
Nightwing stood silent. He hated the looks the man was giving him. He hated the place in general. But he knew his code required him to save people even at a personal cost. “Okay,” he sighed in disgust. “Tell me what I need to do to make this assignment work.
“Come with me. I’ll set you up.” The manager hid his smile when he said ‘set you up’. “Smug moral bastard,” he thought as he waddled to a dressing room with a quietly sullen Nightwing following him. “Still that is one hot fucking body and those steel blue eyes,” he contemplated as he entered a dressing room. “He may be a dick but he’s one mutha fucking hot one. Ah well soon this dick will be dicked,” he lightly chuckled silently enjoying to himself another of his word plays. He went to a drawer and pulled out a bundle. “Here ,you will wear this,” he snorted.
Nightwing unwrapped the item. His eyes grew wide as he looked at what he was given, “ you …expect me to wear…THIS? He sputtered as he held them up to the man.
“Wha,” the fat manager snarled. “Ya wanted your secret identity safe so ya got it. I gave ya a black spandex hood that covers your fucking head okay. Ya got your standard stripper black freaking spandex bikini and,” he laughed. “I threw in long black spandex gloves so ya don’t have to touch the ‘degenerates’ okay...gees,” he grumbled.
“I can’t wear this!” Nightwing said in horror.
“Look man up or get the fuck out. This is the costume you get nothing else okay. I got Bruno waiting on stage to teach you a routine,” He angrily strode past the stunned hero. Once outside he grinned. “This will be so great,” he mumbled. “Especially with that extra liquid somthin-somethin I dipped his briefs and hood in last night.
Reluctantly Nightwing stripped off his costume to don the new one he had been given. He gazed at his figure in the mirror. He felt totally exposed. In fact, except for the hood and briefs, he was basically naked. The dim overhead lights cast shadows highlighting the crevices of his chiseled defined torso. In a weird way they only emphasized how defined and muscular he was “Fuck I’m barely keeping myself decent,” he grumbled as he gazed at his tightly spandex wrapped basket. His impressive manhood bulged outward and, to his humiliation, when he moved his legs apart some of his curly pubic hair along with a patch of skin surrounding his nuts was clearly visible. If he pulled the brief down it only showed off the lightly dark bushy area of his upper crotch area. As he flushed with embarrassment he felt a strange tingling in his crotch. A similar tingling on his face soon followed it. “Must be the spandex,” he said as he pulled on his gloves.
“Ya coming kid,” the voice of the manager yelled out.
Sighing with disgust at how he was dressed and slightly irritated at being referred to as a “kid”, a barefoot Nightwing strode out of the room towards the stage. As he walked onto the performing platform he saw a tall muscular blonde man alongside the pudgy manager. The other man, who stood at six foot two, was slightly taller than Nightwing. He was dressed in a wife beater grey sweatshirt and loose grey sweat pants. He smiled and confidently strode over towards the hero.
“Hi, I’m Bruno and I’m told you are Billy,” the man said as he flashed a wider grin at Nightwing. His green eyes gazed appreciatively at the body standing in front of him. From the slight winkles on his handsome face, Nightwing guessed the man was in his forties. “Yeah the new guy will do fine boss,” he chuckled. “Turn around kid let’s see if the back is as hot as the front,” he said while pushing one of the youthful hero’s shoulders to turn him around. In his skimpy outfit the crime fighter felt totally vulnerable and strangely disorientated. He resented both being called a ‘kid’ once more and being treated as if he was just a piece of meat. Yet, even as he opened his mouth to tell Bruno off, he found that he simply turned around as commanded. “ Good flaring back muscles,” Bruno curtly said as his hands explore the rippling musculature of Nightwing’s back. “Tapered waist. Very good,” Bruno calmly continued saying as his hands pressed on each of the youthful hunk sides. “Flows nicely to his arse too,” Bruno chuckled.
Nightwing stood silently taking in gulps of air. He felt humiliated by this ”inspection” but seemed unable to get his head into taking any action to stop it. The room seemed to be still. The only sounds he heard was his barely audible panting and Bruno’s steady verbal commentaries on the youthful hero’s torso.
“Gotta say boss his butt is sweet. The guys will love it,” Bruno laughed as his hands moved downward with their explorations. The tingling in Nightwing’s body increased as he felt the palms of Bruno’s hands unexpectedly cup each of his arse cheeks. “Fucking hard as a rock and yet they can be nicely pliable too,” Bruno said as he fondled the crime-fighter twin rounded orbs. By now Nightwing felt as if his body was on fire. He couldn’t move as Bruno continued to feel up his rear end while he commented to the manager about attributes of Nightwing’s rump. Bruno suddenly leaned in closer. His cheek nestled next to Nightwing’s ear. With a sort of intimacy he whispered,” you’ll work out fine kid,” into Nightwing’s ear. His hot breath hit the bare shoulder of the younger man sending a shiver down Nightwing’s spine. Hearing Bruno’s final praise brought up memories of Nightwing’s youth working with Batman and pleasure he felt whenever the older man had complimented his sidekick.
“Thank you,” Nightwing heard himself croak. He was shocked by what he said even as he said it!
Bruno gave Nightwing’s arse a playful slap then turned him around to face him. Glancing at the manager, the former said, “ okay boss get out while I teach the new kid our routine okay.”
The manager grunted with his displeasure at being dismissed but complied. His leaving made Nightwing less nervous but, for some reason, his body was tingling even more now being alone with Bruno on the darkened stage.
“We will go slow buddy so relax okay,” Bruno calmly said in a deep voice. “you ready?’
Nightwing barely nodded. His body felt alive yet his brain seemed to be incapable of formulating actions.
“Good boy,” Bruno stated in a no nonsense tone of voice. “We will do a fast run through. You just do as I say and we will be fine tonight in the club. You can obey me right?” He said in a tone that seemed to be more than just teasing in nature.
Normally Nightwing would have “called the guy out” for taking such a highhanded manner with him but this whole experience was so weird for him. The costume, the smells and the disorienting but stimulating tingling throughout his body left him feeling mentally off center. Surprisingly, he discovered he felt calmer with Bruno’s authoritative demeanor. He mentally shook off his nerves. “Ready!” He said a bit too loudly.
Bruno laughed. “Good boy,” he replied as he lightly punched Nightwing’s shoulder. “Now I was told you are raw so I will perform with you. I think the best routine will be one where you simply do what I say to do onstage. I’ll play the music now.” Bruno said as he moved past the crime fighter to hit a boom box off to one side. Bruno quickly stripped off his sweatshirt and pants to reveal his outfit of leather shorts and two crossed chest straps. He grabbed a dark hood from behind the box and slipped it on. He also grabbed a dog collar and leash. “Now let’s train you slow.” He gruffly said as he moved towards the stunned hero. “We call this set: The master and his itchy bitch.”
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