Hearing those words was like an electric shot to Nightwing’s brain. “Hey look. I’m not any guy’s bitch,” he sputtered. As Bruno got closer to him the youthful fighter did something he’d never done in any confrontation: he backed up a few steps. His eyes took in the collar and lease that the other man held at his side. Nightwing was about to say more but his throat dried up. He gulped twice. “I’m...not…any...guy’s…bitch.,” he finally managed to hesitantly croak. The weak sounds in his voice surprised him. His swaggering confident vocal tone seemed to have vanished.
Bruno grinned. “Relax boy,” he gruffly said. “It is just the name we give the fucking routine. I was told by our boss that you’re new at this so I doubt you know what to do on stage right.”
Nightwing stayed silent. He could not take his eyes off the collar and lease in Bruno’s hand. The items lightly swayed against Bruno’s side.
“I asked you a question kid?” Bruno sharply said. “You new at this or what…ANSWER ME NOW!”
Nightwing blinked then refocused on Bruno’s grim features. “Yes…new...I don’t think…maybe I’d …better…go,” he babbled as his eyes were drawn once more to the collar and leash. He couldn’t grasp why he was now fixated upon them. All he wanted to do now was to get out of this place and breath some clean air. Yet, he was unable to move.
“Good,” Bruno laughed seeming oblivious to Nightwing’s statement about going anywhere. Using a warmer tone of voice he softly said, “trust me okay Billy." I will look out for you and watch over you here.”
As Nightwing heard those words he looked up at Bruno. The smiling face of the powerfully built older man calmed the youthful hero’s nervousness. As Bruno moved towards him, Nightwing felt a sudden filling in his crotch area. When he looked down it was clear he was mildly aroused. His cock had stretched the tight bikini’s material outward ever so slightly revealing more of his nut-sack’s skin. He felt himself blush inside of his mask. Surely, he thought, Bruno must be seeing this yet; the older man said nothing as he moved behind Nightwing. By now the crime-fighter was mentally lost at sea. He couldn’t process anything he was doing or, more critically, not doing.
“Now the key to the routine,” Bruno softly said as he came up behind Nightwing and pressed up close, “is to just relax. Can you relax for me Billy?” He huskily said into Nightwing’s ear. “I here simply to train you so flow with me as I guide you kid.”
By now every fiber of the hero’s body was itching. He felt bulging his ‘trainer” bulging muscles pressing firmly upon his back. Worse, Bruno’s impressive basket was nestling upon Nightwing’s arse. Nightwing gulped trying to tell himself to move forward but then Bruno squeezed in so close that Nightwing’s bum actually felt the thick outline of latter’s cock between the cavity of his butt- cheeks. The sexually inexperienced crime-fighter received his first erotic thrill from another man. The idea that Bruno’s cock felt so good between the cheeks of his rear end’s mentally threw the youthful stud even further off.
“Now move from the waist down,” Bruno hummed into Nightwing’s ear. He let his hands rest on the sides of the younger man’s waist. “Use those awesome legs you got to sway you but stay in position.” Bruno continued as he let his hands slip to grasp Nightwing’s muscular upper legs. “You move these babies kid,” he whispered to his increasingly mind fucked student. “Sway from here,” he murmured as he pressed closer and squeezed the soft inner skin area thighs. “Let your balls move like a pendulum in that hot assed bikini,” he stated as his thumbs brushed against the exposed skin patches of younger man’s nut-sack. “Show those amazing goods kid.” As Bruno spoke Nightwing began to sway his lower body. “That’s it kid. Just sway. Bit more for me; oh you got it hot stuff,” Bruno chuckled as Nightwing’s waist swayed to the music with ever increasing eroticism. Bruno’s hand rubbed in the crime-fighter’s inner thighs while his thumbs gently tapped on the sides of his student’s nut pouch.
Nightwing felt as if his known world was shattering. Bruno was obviously ‘feeling him up’ on some level. Part of the crime hero’s brain was shocked and outraged at this activity but another part found the physical contact pleasurable. Nightwing was basically inexperienced with close physical contact. Growing up and continually battling villains had taken up his teenaged ‘dating’ years. As Nightwing, while he had sexually coupled with some fellow crime fighting women, those occasions were few. In fact any intimacy had been fast and more one of ‘getting off’ for each of them between upcoming crime activities. Now he was experiencing his first slow sensual exploitation. Even more mind fucking was the fact that Bruno’s actions were somehow turning him on! Nightwing had never thought of men in any sexual manner. His initial reluctance to go undercover as a stripper was based upon his disgust at the thought of engaging in lewd actions for some slobbering perverts. Yet here he was letting himself act out in a way that had, previously, had only filled him with loathing. In his mental confusion, he focused on Bruno’s voice like a life raft. He swayed his hips taking pleasure to the firm grip Bruno had on his thighs.
“Now hump a bit,” Bruno cooed as he thrust his crotch forward into Nightwing’s rump causing the latter’s crotch are to move slightly outward as well. “Yeah kid you are so hot. Show them how hot you are.” Bruno encouraged as he once more anally pounded Nightwing with his rounded basket to make the young hero thrust his groin lewdly forward too. “Sway as you bump and grind it kid. Go on fuck the air in front of you. Yeah baby,” Bruno said as he continued his crotch humping into Nightwing’s rear end. The young stud’s mind was overwhelmed with waves of stimulations. By now his brain couldn’t fixate on anything beyond whatever Bruno instructed it to do. “Come on kid show them heat. Fucking be a slut for them,” Bruno lowly growled into his student’s ear. Nightwing obscenely wiggled his hips and fucked the air in front of him as he let his hitherto tightly controlled sexuality run wild.
“Slut…slut,” he moaned as his eyes glazed over. As the crime fighter swayed and humped as instructed his own cock was erotically rubbing inside its tight spandex encasement. Soon this activity caused his dick to fill up. Nightwing was so lost in his “show” he didn’t notice that he was beginning to become fully erect.
Bruno, however, did notice. He glanced over to a side wing where the manager stood watching the action. “That’s right boy,” Bruno whispered to a now overtly sexually gyrating Nightwing. “Sway that body; thrust that cock at them. Good boy,” he said as he gave a nod to the manager.
Nightwing was now so aroused he was barely conscious of anything other than Bruno’s praises. The word ‘kid’ now felt nice to hear from this older more experienced man. He was wildly disoriented but his cock and balls felt amazing as they were massaged by the spandex. He humped backward against Bruno’s basket. “Aw fuck,” he uttered as the combined crotch massaging and anal poundings brought him to the edge of an orgasm. “I’m going to shoot soon,” he mumbled. He was almost on the verge of losing it when Bruno suddenly moved away from him. “What…did…huh,” Nightwing moaned as the cool air of the room replaced Bruno’s warm body behind him. The shock of that chill made him stop his gyrations. Gradually his urge to squirt lessened as well. He blinked as the lust that clouded his vision receded. He turned to see Bruno standing a bit away. The older instructor’s strong arms were folded in front of him and he simply nodded.
“Good job boy,” Bruno laughed as he then walked over to turn off the music. “Take a break and we will continue in an hour.” He strode off the stage leaving a stunned and sweaty hero standing alone contemplating what had just happened only minutes before.
As Bruno passed the manger he winked again. “Yeah the stuff in his outfit works fine,” he sneered. “That bitch will be screaming to cream after a few more lessons. He bragged he was no guy’s bitch, huh?” Bruno snorted. “Fuck he will be one though and soon.”
“Well thanks to that drug his pores soaked in through his ‘doctored’ costume.” The manager replied. “That shit gives a Mickey Finn to the dude’s control and inhibitions centers while sexually over stimulating him into the stratosphere as well.”
“Yeah whatever,” Bruno sneered as the two men left the area to consult on their next moves. “Before I’m done I’m gettin a piece of Nightwing’s arsehole. Payback for sending me to prison when he was that fucking Boy Wonder,” Bruno quietly hissed. “Yeah punking that muscle boy’s arse like he was my own prison bitch will be all I want from him.”
Alone on the stage Nightwing felt as if he had gone ten rounds and come up short. He gazed at his now deflating cock. A wet spot was in the dead center of his spandex briefs. Clearly he had gotten erect and oozed pre-cum during his training session with Bruno. Thoughts of Bruno touching him, instructing him, and, worse, totally controlling him flickered in his still woozy mind. Nightwing’s cock tingled over such thoughts especially the later one. “What the heck is happening to me?” He mumbled as he hurried left the stage to change back into more familiar clothes!
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