Long experience turning on patrons at the club had taught Bruno all the signs when the object of his provocatively displays were hooked. Nightwing’s had obviously riveted all of his mental concentration upon Bruno’s cock. His barely audible whimpering, as he tasted his first pre-sum, clearly demonstrated victory was closing in on the ex-con’s revenge plot. “Now they only get a small taste of ya understand boy,” he softly cooed as he pulled his wet fingertips away from Nightwing’s lips. “You understand me boy,” he whispered. Receiving no reply he spoke louder, “I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME BOY!”
“Uhuh..uhuh,” Knighting moaned as he let his tongue slip outward to lick on the smears on his lips. The taste was salty yet not unpleasant. His head was spinning. His heroic morality screamed that he needed to stop this depraved activity. Desperate, he once more tried the mentally calming deep breathing techniques Batman had taught him when the latter was his Boy Wonder. The only result was he ingested more of the powerful toxic fumes into his lungs. “Please…we should. stop,” he managed to rasp as his mental inhibitors collapsed.
Bruno grinned. From the way Nightwing was sweating and panting this young pup was truly in heat. The crafty ex-con pushed onward. “Now they got a taste; you rub their face in it,” he lightly said as he thrust his crotch into the face of the increasingly succumbing Nightwing.
“Fucccc,” Nightwing sighed as the full force of the sex scents emanating from Bruno’s crotch invaded his lungs. He reached out to pull Bruno’s waist closer only to have the older hunk slap them away.
“DON’T LET PATRONS TOUCH YOU GOT IT!” He barked.
Nightwing instantly dropped his arms to his sides yet, he also thrust his face forward to mash it deeper into that crotch in front of him.
“Yeah good kid,” Bruno encouraged. “Caress my cock and balls with your face kid. Take some more deep breaths now. Sniff my musk in okay. Yeah that’s right you want it bad now huh?”
Nightwing groaned a pitiful “yesss,” as he took in more laced air. He wanted it really bad by now and Bruno was getting ready to give it to him.
“Kiss it first then I’ll let you lick it through my briefs,” Bruno sharply ordered. He laughed as the once smugly arrogant young hero quickly kissed the mound in front of him then began to lap at the material like a dog in heat.
“Mpph,” a now grateful Nightwing murmured as he slobbered and sucked on the damp material.
Bruno wanted to open up another crack in his stud. Not much of a crack. He had learned the pleasures of patience. Something that was just serious enough to drive a wedge into the head of his student in the coming days. Some critical fact whose revelation would demonstrate to Nightwing how much he had succumbed to Bruno’s control. “Boy look up at me,” he said to the eagerly slurping crime fighter. Nightwing stopped and looked up at Bruno. His eyes were glazed over with lust. Bruno had seen this “look” in patrons. Once they were in that head zone they would pay anything to him. Bruno had, however, a different cheque to cash with the young hunk. “I want you to tell me your real first name Nightwing,” he roughly commanded. “Not last name, for now , just the first one kid.”
The crime-fighter hesitated. Hearing Bruno refer to him as Nightwing set off alarm bells somewhere in his head. Yet, his cock driven brain was throbbing so bad he couldn’t focus upon his usual conditioning in keeping his identity secret. To the remnants of his mental protests a small voice whispered back that it was only a small thing being asked. “Just your first name,” he thought. Still he was about to refuse when Bruno, ever alert to what fucked the patrons into compliance, unexpectedly unzipped his briefs to free his thick hard eleven inches.
He waved it before Nightwing’s stunned face. “Give me your first name and this is yours baby boy,” he lewdly purred as he stroked himself.
Nightwing’s cock went totally erect and his defenses fell. “I’m called Dick,” he sobbed a he inhaled the now more heady aroma from Bruno’s freed cock. “My real first name is Dick,” he inanely babbled as he focused on the erection mere inches from his mouth. He gazed up at Bruno with tears streaming from his eyes. He had given up his real first name to Bruno. This admission was the first defeat he had ever had ever experienced in his twenty-six years. His self-confidence in his superiority to other men disintegrated. Now he was engulfed in a new sensation: what one felt when humiliated and shamed. Yet, even in this conquering of his spirit, he wanted Bruno’s manhood so badly he would do anything to have it. He lowered his face and focused upon Bruno’s dick. “My real first name is Dick…Dick…Dick,” he moaned over and over. Bruno grinned. He had done it. He knew he could rip off the mask on the mind-fucked younger man right now with ease. He also knew he could even get ‘Dick’s’ full name & destroy his secret identity right now if he wanted it. But the real excitement was enjoying these partial screw-jobs. Savoring each small chipping away until the younger stud was so pussy-whipped his macho old persona was totally destroyed. Those fucks could wait in the future but, for now, there was a certain fuck he would give his ‘kid’. “Well Dick,” he snarled with glee “Meet my dick,” he said as he thrust his erection towards Nightwing’s gaping mouth.
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