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Nightwings Stripper Daze
Part 6 - Nightwings Stripper Daze
By Kyle Cicero
Email: kysen1@yahoo.com

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Nightwing’s mouth was unprepared for Bruno’s initial cock thrust. The thick invader slammed into his open throat so fast the younger man had no time to say anything. “Mmpph,” he helplessly gurgled as his airway was cut off. Instinctively he tried to pull back his head.

Bruno however was prepared for that contingency. “No you don’t boy,” he yelled. He reached out to violently grab Nightwing’s head by the laces on the back of the mask. He easily made use of them to ensure the now panicking hero’s mouth stayed plugged with Bruno’s cock. “Just relax and breath through your nose kid,” he grunted as he pressed Nightwing’s face into his crotch.

Nightwing’s arms flapped about as he tried to suck in air. He was too woozy from the drugs inside his system to simply remember he could use his strength to push Bruno away. “Mmmpphh,” he mumbled as Bruno cock held its place deep into his throat. Just went he thought he’d pass out from a lack of oxygen, Bruno suddenly pulled his dick from the younger man’s throat.

The desperate air sucking sounds of “huh...huh…huh,” from the mind-fucked crime fighter filled the room. With every gulp more drug fumes entered his system. He gazed at Bruno and, for the first time his steel blue eyes showed to his opponent something they had never shown to anyone: fear!

Bruno saw this too and his cock stiffened further. “Now that isn’t how you suck dick okay DICK ,’ he chuckled making sure to emphasis Nightwing’s first name to remind the mind fucked crime fighter who was the one calling the shots. As he spoke his length erection swayed in front of him

Dick aka Nightwing gazed at Bruno’s fully engorged manhood then, at the nearby mirror. The sight terrified him. There he sat with his mouth open and gasping for air. Spittle dripped from its sides. Bruno’s cock was inches from his face obscenely moving like some erotic pendulum. The taste of the man’s pre-cum and cock sweat was in his mouth. To his mental shock his cock was leaking copious amounts of its own pre-cum. The inside of its spandex prison was now wet and sticky. As he steadied his breathing to let his nose take over, the odors of rutting men filled his nostrils. His mind was lost and growing ever more scattered with every breath he took. Mentally though he could formulate one thought: he felt abused, degraded, and utterly humiliated by how low he had sunk. To his further shame this concept aroused him. His thick manhood began insistently rubbing inside its spandex prison seeking to be set free.

“So your first foray into becoming the best cocksucker begins now you got it punk,” Bruno snarled taking delight in seeing the once feared Nightwing merely nod his agreement.

“Go shower off and dress in your Nightwing costume,” Bruno snarled. “Then come on stage and we begin teaching you how to really strip and lap dance or whatever got it DICK!” He laughed. “Shit your name suits you better now huh. Yeah, you really are a DICK!”

Nightwing cringed at hearing his name being used especially in such an obscene reference. He held back a sob. He knew if he spoke right now he end up further humiliating himself by bawling like some snot nosed kid. He gazed down in defeat at the floor and merely nodded. After Bruno left he fell to his knees and began to cry for the first time since his parents had died. “Dick. I’m a Dick,” he repeated over and over as his real name now assumed the qualities of a ‘label’!

After he quieted down he stripped off his “club” attire. He showered unaware that the water nozzle of the shower had drug filters installed with in. He let the drugged liquids flow over him and, at one point; he took a few gulps to wash out the cock tastes in his mouth. By the time he as finished he was totally loopy and sexually at a fever pitch. He could barely redress since getting his crime fighting costume over his erection proved difficult. Finally he accomplished it. He staggered out of his dressing room towards the stage with his tent poled crotch area pointing the way for him.

When he arrived he saw Bruno and the manager conferring. They took in the sight that thrilled the city. There before them was the buff, handsome and sexy crime fighter many envied and even more desired. But their view of him was different, for standing there was Nightwing but a Nightwing sporting a large boner!

“Let’s fuck him over good,” Bruno whispered to the other man. He glared at the weaving crime fighter. “Crawl over here kid.” He barked.

As the two men watched with glee, the once superior, undefeated hero and force for good dropped to all fours and slowly crawled towards them. As he moved in a dog-like way to them his cock rubbed itself inside his costume. A growing wet spot soiled the once undefiled material. All Nightwing could think of, however, was not how to get out of this situtation but rather how to somehow ‘get off’ during it!

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