Bruno and the manager sat in the latter’s office and shared a drink. “Shit this stuff tastes like crap,” Bruno groused as he drank down the liquid in the glass. “You sure this neutralizes the shit we’ve been blowing up that kid’s arse so to speak,” he grumbled as he finished off the brew.
“Yeah,” the manager coughed as he polished off his glass as well. “I mean the mind-fucking part anyway.” He gazed at Bruno and snickered. “I mean the sexual arousal too but only to some extent.”
Bruno looked at the manager and raised one eyebrow. “What extent!” He growled
“Look you will have a slight, and I mean only slight,” the manager hurried said to assure Bruno,” rise in your testosterone levels. I mean you won’t be bouncing off the walls like Nightwing but shit you’ll feel a bit of higher …ya know.”
Bruno smirked. He reached down to cup his manhood. “Well if I make more jizz that’s more for him right,” he laughed. His features suddenly grew more serious. “Ya are pumping it into his dressing room right now right cause I want him primed for round two,” Bruno grunted as he fondled his cock.
The manger nodded. He let his eyes glance down at the growing bulge in Bruno’s crotch.
Bruno laughed as he saw how fixated the old fat guy was on his meat. He rubbed himself under his briefs some more enjoying how that affected the portly man. By now the manger was sweating. His eyes were riveted on the outline of Bruno’s cock. “Okay you can tap me you sick cunt,” Bruno hissed as he unzipped to free his throbbing erection.
Wordlessly the manager slipped off his chair and crawled over towards the muscled man. Sighing, he eagerly thrust his head between Bruno’s splayed thighs. Seconds later Bruno felt the man’s mouth slobbering on his cock. “That’s right you sick pervert, take my edge off. I got a bitch-in-training waiting for me just breathing in that drug even now huh,” he groaned as he shut his eyes and let the expert rally of the manger satiate his current needs.
It was a very different Nightwing that returned to the dressing room. His sense of being in control, of being unconquerable, even his views on his heterosexuality had been shaken to their core. As he walked into the dingy room he saw himself in the mirror on the dressing table. There standing before him was someone he did not recognize. It was simply black spandex hooded muscled figure wearing only the skimpiest briefs. The sight put his nerves on edge. He closed his eyes and remained motionless. He began slowly breathing in an attempt to get himself under back under control. “Remember what Bruce taught me,” he mumbled. “Stay perfectly still, breath deeply and try to relax and focus only on your intensifying breaths.” Little did he realize that, in this situation, the Eastern mind-calming trick he learned from Batman was exactly the opposite of what he should have been doing. With each intake of air his lungs filled with more of the drug. His brain grew more erratic and his body’s sexual stimulations grew in intensity. When he finally opened his eyes the view of himself in the mirror was anything but relaxing. His impressive manhood now seemed to be obscenely straining to break out of its covering. He stood in the center of the room staring at his image. He couldn’t believe the tingling he felt as he saw his powerful torso on display. “I can’t be checking myself out,” he told himself even as one of his hands moved up and touched his chest. He shivered as the palm of his hand ran along the rounded outlines of his well-defined pectorals. As his thumb grazed one of his nipples an electric bolt of sheer erotic pleasure hit him. “I…I,” he groaned as, without consciously wanting too, he suddenly squeezed the nipple. “Sweet God,” Nightwing sighed as the sensual pain he experienced sent his brain into a guilty frenzy. No one had ever played with his chest before in this manner. Every prior sexual intimacy had been confined to kissing and a fast penetration. For the first time Nightwing was discovering his body had areas that, if ill-treated, could give him sexual heat. He squeezed the nipple harder reveling in this self-abuse. “What am I doing,” he grunted as his normal puritanical streak gave way to the stimulations his body seemed to crave. He let his other hand move to tweak his other nipple. “Oh shit,” he hissed though gritted teeth as these erogenous zones were finally exploited.
Nightwing couldn’t believe how he was acting. He felt ashamed as he watched himself working on his nipples until they were hard and sore yet, his cock was now pounding to escape its confinement. “Why can’t I stop,” he moaned. “I will,” he finally decided. Through sheer force of will he let his hands release their prey. Nightwing gazed at his reddened hard nipples in the mirror. Far from being disgusted the sight made his cock throb. Suddenly he had a desire to ‘check out his butt’. Turning slightly he took in his high bubbled rump that had so recently felt Bruno’s cock pounding upon it. As he recalled that experience he felt himself getting aroused even further. To his embarrassment the mirror showed the mound his brief’s crotch area had expanding forward. “This is what Bruno saw only minutes ago,” he told himself as he once more unconsciously reached up to massage both of his nipples. “This is what those men will see when I’m onstage,” he softly said to the image.
“And they will cream in their pants watching you do that kid,” Bruno’s voice replied from the doorway. “Especially when you wear a thong under it and rip off the briefs.”
Nightwing stopped. He turned in horror to see Bruno smiling face. “I..I..,” he babbled trying to somehow explain his lewd actions. “Never…did...this...I never…before...not…what...you think,” he sputtered trying to formulate some excuse to cover his humiliation.
“Shh,” Bruno quietly assured him as he moved from the doorway towards the befuddled Nightwing. “We all like a bit of slap and tickle boy.” He came up closer to Nightwing. “You’ve a fucking hot body kid,” he cooed sensually. “I’m here to show you how to use it okay.”
Nightwing could feel the man’s presence in every fiber of his skin. His mind was racing trying to process everything without success. He merely nodded desperately hoping to get back his old confident persona.
“Now you just sit down,” Bruno said as he let his fingertips press against Nightwing’s chest to move the hunk to a nearby chair
The touches, even so slight a one, of Bruno’s skin on his own sent a shot of heat throughout Nightwing’s body. He moved backward then sat as his mind willingly obeyed the older muscled man.
“Now I show you how we do a lap dance,” Bruno laughed as he straddled the shocked seated crime fighter. He brought his crotch to within inches of Nightwing’s face. His musky scent filled the younger man’s lungs “You want me to train you right boy!” Bruno gruffly insisted.
By now Nightwing was so sexually aroused by Bruno’s presence and crotch scents all he could do was mumble a choking. “Yes!”
“Is that what you were taught about how to respectfully address your mentor kid,” Bruno sharply sated as he let his crotch rub the tip of the masked Nightwing’s nose.
Bruno’s heady sexual aroma slapped the youthful hero’s senses into submission. “No…sir,” Nightwing sighed as his control, centers shattered. “Sorry sir,” he rasped as he fixated on the cock hidden underneath Bruno’s briefs. A soft moan of ‘ooooo’, escaped from Nightwing’s lips.
Bruno grinned. The bitch was coming along nicely, he thought as he began swaying into his lap dance. “Let’s free up part of your face a bit,” he lewdly grunted as he partially pulled up Nightwing’s facial mask to reveal the hero’s mouth. “Now you can taste if ya want,” he stated taking pleasure in how he had been able, without objection, been allowed to do it. Bruno had expected some resistance and was highly pleased when the crime fighter gave him none. He was tempted to fully remove the mask to reveal the secret identity of it wearer but then decided that ultimate surrender could wait. Clearly Nightwing was currently completely pliable around him. “Why rush things,” Bruno silently told himself as he rubbed his increasing erect crotch on the exposed lips of the now moaning young stud. Reaching down into his pants Bruno wet his fingertips on his some of his pre-cum. He pulled them out and gently rubbed the moisture along Nighwing’s full sensual lips.
“Awww fuccc,” Nightwing’s head groaned. He lost it right then as his training intensified.
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