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Nightwings Stripper Daze
Part 8 - Nightwings Stripper Daze
By Kyle Cicero
Email: kysen1@yahoo.com

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A still groggy Nightwing woke up to find himself buck-naked lying face down on a dirty mattress. His hands had been securely bound together behind his back. His strong legs were similar tied at his ankles. “What happened,” he moaned as the fog in his head gradually dissipated. Suddenly various hazy pictures of his prior eight hours flashed into is head. “Nooo,” he groaned as his handsome face felt the burning flush of shame. His obscene performance and his overt sexual actions caused him to cringe inside of himself as he lay trussed up on the bedding. Suddenly he remembered how he had given Bruno his real first name. In a panic, he tried to recall what else he had revealed. Though he was naked he could feel his mask was still on his face. This brought him some comfort that all as not lost. Still he was in agony over how he far he had “punked” to Bruno. His fear and degradation soon turned to anger. “They will pay,” he swore out loud even as he wondered why Bruno had not unmasked him.

Meanwhile in a side office, Al and a masked Bruno were engaged in a bitter argument over that very “mask” issue.

“Why all this stringing out getting his true identity,” Al sharply told his co-conspirator. “I mean what the fuck is your problem yesterday when you stopped me from taking off the bastard’s mask?”

“You don’t get it huh,” Bruno yelled back as he took a gulp from the bottle containing the antidote to the drugs they were using on the crime fighter. “I just don’t want to fuck him. I want to totally fuck him over so bad he’s mentally broken got it!” Bruno went to the office door then turned to stare at a fuming Al. “Look you fat slob, right now we know we can drug him up to whore himself but I want more. I was in prison due to this kid. I want to pussy his arse but also PUSSY BOY HIS HEAD GOT IT! When I’m done he will give up his identity as meekly as he gives up his arse. THAT will be my victory. You try to stop it by getting his secret identity before I’m ready and I’ll wipe the floor with ya got it,” he hissed as he left the office.

“Yeah,” Al said to Bruno’s retreating figure before adding in a low whisper, “we’ll see who fucks who you bastard.” Al went to the bottle containing the antidote labeled “Bruno”. He poured water into it slightly diluting the mixture. “I got some pussy making plans of my own!” He snickered knowing the bottle Bruno had just consumed also had been slightly diluted.

Bruno quietly walked into the room where the bound young stud had been left. He took in the sight of Nightwing’s hot body squirming to try and break the bounds holding it. The latter’s perfect pale skinned muscular butt-cheeks begged to be pulled apart and fucked. “Shit,” Bruno thought as he felt his meat twitching. “Hold off Bruno,” he told himself as he stood silently observing the rippling musculature of Nightwing's upper torso gyrating on the bed trying to get free. He took a deep breath to steady himself then spoke. “So my kid is up. Have a good rest?”

Nightwing turned his head and saw the grinning figure of the powerful older man standing by the doorway. “I swear you will pay for whatever you did to me.”

Bruno laughed. “ Excuse me kid but as I recall I did nothing. YOU,” he emphasized before continuing, “on the other hand did quite a lot last night all on your own!”

“Let me free now or suffer later,” Nightwing roared as Bruno’s words struck home. He remembered that Bruno had now laid a hand on him and that his degenerate sexual acting out had been his own. “You did something,” Nightwing yelled to somehow excuse the guilt he now felt. He yanked on his bindings then rolled around so he could face his captor. “I don’t know what but you did something to me,” he bellowed as he giggled in his ties. Bruno simply smiled as he directed his gaze at Nightwing. From the direction of his eyes, the crime fighter realized the other man was eyeballing the former’s flopping cock and balls. Flushed with shame Nightwing quickly rolled back onto his stomach. “I swear I will teach you a lesson you will not forget once I’m free,” he croaked in despair over this shame.

“Lesson,” Bruno chuckled. “Right, you need a new one so let’s get started.” He approached the squirming hero and cut the ankle restrains. “Upsy-daisy” he gruffly said as he yanked the struggling Nightwing up onto his feet. “Now follow me.”

“Like hell I will,” the young hero defiantly spat out as he pulled free of Bruno’s hold.

Bruno’s hand shot down and gripped Nightwing's nuts. “Oh you will or …” he let the threat remain unspoken as he tightened on the hefty pouch. Nightwing gasped in shock and stopped moving. “Well,” Bruno snarled as he squeezed the hero's round balls to emphasize his message.

“Uhhhh,” Nightwing yelped. "Yes…yes...uhhhh…yes I promise,” he gasped as Bruno tightened further upon the nuts of his student. “I…uhh…stop…yes…what...ye…uhh...YES” he screeched as his powerful torso twitched in pain.

“Good boy,” Bruno said patronizingly patting the cheek of his prize’s face with his other hand. He led Nightwing to another room while still keeping a firm hold on the young man’s nut-sack. The room they entered was bare except for a large pail that was filled with some type of liquid. “Kneel in front of the drum,” Bruno sharply said.

“Why. Tell me whyyyyawww,” Nightwing yelped as Bruno again squeezed the nuts. “Okay...okay,” the crime fighter wheezed as he moved to kneel in front of the pail. “But why did you want me ….mmmppphh” he gurgled as Bruno suddenly pushed the former’s head into the liquid. Nightwing had been unprepared for this action. He trashed about helplessly as Bruno kept his head under the liquid.

“Drink some and I’ll let you up,” Bruno laughed. He knew the pail contained the drug in its purest form. “Go on take gulps or drown in it. It’s your call kid.”

Nightwing tried to move his head upward but failed. His arms yanked on their bindings in an attempt to get free. Suddenly his head was pulled up. He wheezed and coughed as the liquid ran down his face.

“You gonna drink or…” Bruno rasped as once more he dunked Nightwing’s face into the brew. Desperate by now Nightwing nodded his agreement under the liquid. “Then drink,” Bruno shouted as he positioned the youthful hero’s head upward while still making sure the latter’s mouth was touching the liquid. Demoralized over experiencing another defeat from Bruno Nightwing leaned in to lap up the fluid. Bruno listened in triumph as he heard, “ulp…ulp…ulp” emanating from the crime fighter dosing himself with the drug.

As Nightwing drank his body tingled. A pleasant foggy peace expectedly came into his brain. When Bruno pulled the former’s head up once more he saw the dreamy out-of-it-look he wanted in the young hunk. “Happy time huh DICK!” he sneered.

Nightwing wanted to say something defiant but all he could do was isue a loud" burp”. A goofy grin came to his face as his cock rose to greet his trainer.

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