“Shit Bruno,” the manger grumbled as he watched Nightwing crawling towards them. “We can’t have him fucking erect when he performs. Milk the bastard of something to get him flaccid.”
“Relax Al,” Bruno laughed. “We need him hard and untouched. I found when a bitch is in heat it will do anything if it can finally get off.” The older muscular man walked over to a desk in the wings and grabbed a metal athletic cup. When he turned to go back he saw Nightwing had, as he had been originally ordered, meekly crawled dog-like to follow him. The smiling Bruno squatted down in front of the hero and gazed at the latter’s face. “Fuck your pupils are fucking really dilated. Shit, they are the size of freaking quarters. Anyone home there, kid,” he chuckled as he tousled Nightwing’s hair.
The buff stud was so high all he could do was grin back. By now, his once razor sharp brain could barely focus on more than one task at a time. His cock felt as if it was about to explode and all that his mind could think was, if he obeyed Bruno the latter might let him cum.
“Lay on your back and don’t move,” Bruno told the zonked hunk. Once Nightwing complied, Bruno quickly reached under the hero’s outfit and maneuvered the cup into place.
“Ooooo,” Nightwing groaned in heat as Bruno’s fingers lightly touched his cock but all to soon both Nightwing’s cock and balls were safely held down inside their new metallic prison.
Bruno stood and gazed at the prone costume clad well-defined body of the youthful hero. “Well that will do the trick. Yeah that cup gives his crotch an even better noticeable bulge but the tent pole problem is fixed. Okay kid up on your feet. Time to do a strip tease for us.”
Nightwing easily jumped to his feet. Though his brain was fried and his sexual organs in full heat, his athletic body was still fully functioning.
Bruno hit the nearby CD player and a sensual melodic music filled the area. “Now we teach ya. First sway kid. Slow and easy like you was moving in space.”
Nightwing did as instructed his natural muscular grace coupled with his tight costume made his slow gyrations a highly erotic site. He had, to the other men’s s delighted surprise, a natural fluid grace of movement and rhythm. No one could deny that the sight of his youthful chiseled body was eye riveting. In addition, his tight dark costume showed off every one of his physical assets to perfection under the shadowy overhead stage lights. His tapered waist moved in a sensual rotating clockwise motion. As his body gently turned around his impressive rump came into view. Their muscles clenched and unclenched as he continued his circular orbit bringing his bulging basket back into view. Nightwing had positioned his hands so they cupped the back of his head. This position let his outwardly flaring, powerfully defined forearms and biceps receive the best effect under the stage lights. As he moved his head gently swayed as well. His prior carefully combed locks gently whipped around his damp flushed masked face. With every inhibition removed by the drugs and, also lacking the ability to control his mind, Nightwing lewdly performed for them. All the while his only focus was on the pounding of his cock against the increasingly warming metallic prison that trapped it. “Uhhh,” he softly groaned over and over as his erection rubbed on the warm metal cup.
“Mutha fuc,” Al grunted as he reached into his pocket for a handkerchief to wipe the sweat forming on his face. “Fuck if we had him for real we’d clean up. I mean shit he is…”
“Amazing yeah,” Bruno replied as he felt his cock stiffening. He shook his head so he could clear it and focus on his plans. “Now play with yer chest, kid” he rasped embarrassed by that very raspiness in his voice.
Nightwing silently complied. With languid yet highly erotic movements he let his splayed hands roam across his chest feeling himself up and producing a loan series of mewing groans that soon had the other two men flushed with sexual stimulations.
“Make him slip his...top…off,” Al moaned as he reached under his pants to massage his growing boner.
“Do...what…he…says,” Bruno sputtered. He was feeling the heat of this performance. His thick cock was totally erect in his sweatpants.
With easy grace Nightwing raised his hands to his costume’s collar and eased it off his broad shoulders. Soon the dark material was slipped down his chest and allowed to drop to his waist. His round defined pectorals and hard eight-pac were now fully exposed to the lustful glances of the two men. The upper half of his heroic costume was now sexily draped along his narrow waist. He let his hands run along his chest and abdominals. “Huhhhhh,” he panted as a sheen of moisture appeared upon his upper torso. His well- defined chest provocatively glistened under the lights.
“Now play with his tits,” Al gasped as he unzipped and pulled out his erection so he could masturbate.
“Yeah…yeah…do…it,” Bruno g hoarsely uttered.
Nightwing did as instructed reveling in his actions as they stimulated the raging sexual fires in his own manhood. He tweaked his nipples. “Awwwww,” he sighed as he worked upon them until their tips rose to hard bullets. He thrust out his crotch obscenely outward as he worked on his nipples literally bucking into the empty air in front of him.
By now Nightwing’s moans were almost drowned out by Al’s moaning. The latter yelled for Bruno to tell the youthful hunk to fully undress.
“Take...it...aw fuck…just leave on your fucking mask,” Bruno roared as he pulled down his pants to jerk off. He was so turned on by now he didn’t care if Al saw him bare-arsed and beating off.
Al glanced over at Bruno and took note of Bruno’s equally compelling physique. An idea was borne in his head. He stroked harder at the thought in his evil brain.
With one fast movement Nightwing stripped off his costume. The metallic cup that had trapped his jewels fell to the ground. He stood before the men in the full naked glory of his toned young body. “Yeaaaaa,” he grunted as he let one hand slowly slip downward from his chest. His splayed fingers ran over his hard abdominals moving down to the prize he sought. As he continued his dancing maneuvers he reached down with that hand to cup his nut-sack. He began rolling them while punishing his nipples. “AAAAAAZHHHH,” he grunted. By now a long line of glistening pearly white pre-cum had oozed from his dick. It stretched from its slit to the floor like a thin web line. As Nightwing played with his balls his dancing grew more frenzied.
“Fuck I’m going pop my nuts!” Bruno yelped as it all overloaded his brain.
“ME TOO!” Al yelled out as he too felt he was climaxing.
Nightwing’s foggy brain heard the word “cum”. Thinking he had at last gotten permission he thrust his hips forward as he tightened the grip on his nuts. “AAAARRRRGGHHHH1” He shouted as his engorged cock blasted its load at the men. His heroic jizz sailed forth hitting two opposing geysers from the two men at the midpoint between them all. As he repeatedly squirted his knees buckled. Once he was totally spent he fell forward onto all fours.
He was panting, pouring sweat with his damp dark locks framing his face.
Al and Bruno just stood there huffing from their own orgasms. Yet, more was to come before they were finished with Nightwing!
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