Date: Mon, 23 Aug 2021 05:37:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: corpusdawg88@aim.com
Subject: Conner Kent Power drain 3

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As I flip over Bludhaven I wonder where everyone is.

Don't get me wrong, I love quiet nights, quiet nights are the goal of a
crimefighter. But tonight, tonight is too quiet. God I am starting to sound
like Bruce. I land on the top of the Dixon building and wait, this is where
Tim said to meet him. It wasn't often my younger brother reached out to
work together, our family wasn't big on sharing.

So when he called me out of the blue and says he has a lead on Blockbuster
moving some product, I jump on it because it had to mean something. I scan
the police frequencies while I wait, absolutely nothing. Something was
definitely up.

"Waiting long?" a voice asked from behind me.

I turn and smile, "Now that was a Bruce worthy entrance."

He looks good, fit, if anything he looks a little bigger. The extra meat
compliments him but I wonder if it will take away from his fighting
style. We like to keep ourselves lean for a reason, it helps dodging
bullets when there is literally less of us to shoot at.

He gave a half bow, "What can I say? I practice."

I laugh and hold out a hand to fist bump, "Brother, we all practice."

He bumps me back and then is all business, "So I heard that Blockbuster was
moving some STAR labs stuff through Bludhaven tonight. Metagene tech, nasty
stuff. You up for breaking up a meet and greet?"

"Heard from where?" I ask, Blockbuster is an old foe and Bludhaven is my
turf and I hadn't heard one peep about this.

"Um, it's call the internet Dick, some people use it for more than posting
cat pictures."

I flip him off, "Some of us don't have time to live on the darkweb."

"Well some of us do, you want in?"

"I'm here aren't I? You wanna call Jason in?"

He gives me a grin and a head tilt, "You feeling tired? Don't think you can
break up one little drug meeting?"

"Oh keep talking smack there junior, how about we put a little wager on
tonight?"

"What kind of wager?"

"Person who takes out the most guys has to cover their week of cave
cleaning."

He makes a face, "I get one flew in a window once but does he have to let
them all live down there?"

"It was worse when I was Robin, he hadn't set up sonic fences so they just
went wherever they wanted to. I spent so many nights washing the Batmobile
because of one bat."

"Sure, one week of cave cleaning to the loser."

I grin, "Hope you like to scrub."

He doesn't say anything back as we flip down to the warehouse.

The place is empty, not even a truck. I look around, because it is not like
Tim to get things wrong, if anything he is a perfectionist.

"I don't know Tim, you sure you got the address right?"

I begin to turn to look at him when I feel a taser hit me in the side,
numbing out my left sided instantly. As I drop the floor I wonder who got
the drop on me and worse, how did they know how to bypass my suit's
defenses? I can withstand up to half a million volts in this thing and I am
still twitching on the ground like a landed fish.

I look up and see Tim staring down at me, depleted taser in hand.

"Why?" I ask, not sure what was going on.

For an answer he hits me again and I feel the rest of my body spasm out, I
lose consciousness quickly.


When I wake up, a phrase I use far too often, I am tied down to a table
with Tim looking down at me. My mask is turned off, which means he has
deactivated my suit, unlike Bruce most of my gadgets are built into the
weave of the suit itself, over the years I've found a utility belt throws
off my balance, so I opted for a slimmer load out. But all of it is
controlled through my mask, so if it's offline all I am doing is wearing an
expensive piece of synthetic Kevlar.

"Rise and shine," Tim says with an uncharacteristically evil grin, "You
plan on sleeping through all the fun?"

A thousand thoughts race through my mind, but my training only allowed me
to voice one ,"Who are you?"

Tim's eyebrows go up in amazement, "Well, well, well, look at you. Figuring
it out that fast, what gave it away boy wonder?"

"Tim would never do this," Dick said, trying to go through the options in
his mind of what to do.

"Ah, don't be so sure," Tim said pacing around me like a hungry tiger, "He
has some pretty racy thoughts up in here, you know he's into guys?"

I scowwled, Tim's sexuality was an open secret they had all agreed not to
talk about until he was ready to bring it up himself, to have
this...impostor just out him like that...it was distasteful.

"It's true, and boy oh boy does he have thoughts. You know how hard he
pushed himself to prove he could be Robin? You know I just did that because
I was so envious of how you and Jay were built? I would spend hours, must
gazing at your body, and didn't even know I was lusting after it. So I
worked on the only muscle I could compete in, my brain. But let me tell
you..."

Tim's hands roamed over Dick's torso, making the old boy shudder, "...I had
a little crush."

"Shut up," Dick snapped, "Stop talking in his voice, you aren't him."

He looked down at him and there was a coldness in the eyes that took me
back for a second, and then his features began to melt, expand and form
into Conner. "Are any of us really who we are?" he sounds just like Conner,
"You have any idea how many times I wanted to hand you your ass in
training? You just jumping around, making me look like a fool? When we both
know I can kick your ass anytime I want."

"You're not Superboy either," I say, realizing I am in deep shit, Tim I
could handle, but Conner...that was not a fight I was looking forward to.

"And you're not who you say either," a finger tracing down the middle of my
abs, "Here you are, big brother, stalwart defender, all around good
guy...when we both know you aren't that at all."

I could feel a slight tingle where the finger trailed and I felt my
strength drain away.

"There's someone inside you that you keep locked away...right?"

His hands came up to my face and I tried to twist away, but there was no
way to go. Both hands gripped me hard and I felt the same tingle. I let out
a small moan and as I feel my eyes start to close as I lost all will.

"There's the you that's a showoff, that likes to be the center of
attention. The you that loves to be seen, loves to be fawned over..."

The words sounded like they were from very far away as I struggled to stay
conscious.

"You know, the one that's going to love this..."

And then nothing.


When I wake up, told you, I say this too much, I am still tied down, except
I am no longer alone.

"Well, well, well," Blockbuster says, leering at me, two goons on either
side of him, "Christmas came early."

I struggle with the ropes, knowing Tim has pretty well screwed me. He took
the hidden blades from my gloves and my suit is still offline...I glance
around, wondering if this is the worst bait and switch in history and he's
waiting to jump out. But the shadows are empty an I am sunk.

"What happened twinkletoes?" Blockbuster asks, "You lose a bet?"

Oh did I.

"Look Roland, can we talk about this?" I try with a smile, "Come to an
understanding?"

"Or I understand just fine," he says, one huge paw of a hand moving over my
body, "You're needing something and I'm here to give it to you."

I shake my head, "I don't need anything, look...people are going to come
looking for me."

He grins, "Sure sweetheart, Batman is racing here as we speak to save
you. Is that what you're selling?"

I was indeed trying to sell that, but he seems sure that no one is coming
for me. Given the fact fake Tim set me up, it's not a bad guess. No one
knows where I am and with my suit down I can't contact Oracle. I am
literally stuck with no way out.

"What do you want?" I ask, trying to keep the worry about of my voice. His
hand keeps feeling me up, appraising my body like I was a horse he was
buying.

"I want what I always want, Bludhaven. But that isn't going to happen while
you're around is it? So I need to get rid of you."

I swallow hard, "You really want to kill me? You wanna bring that heat down
on you?"

His hand stops and he locks eyes with me, "Who said I was gonna kill you?"
he looks to one of his goons, "Did you say that?" the guy shakes his head,
"Did you?" The other does the same. Back to me he asks, "No one is gonna
kill you...but when we're done, you're gonna wish you were."

His hand keeps roaming and finally rests on the front of my groin, "Oh,
this is hopeful."

I try not to react he has a hand over my junk, there has to be a way out of
this.

"Desmond, we can talk about this."

"Talk?" he asks, "Talk is cheap."

He holds one hand up, "Knife."

One of the thugs gives him a long switchblade which he opens a flick of a a
button. The blade is wicked sharp and he makes sure I see the whole thing
before he moves, "Now hold still, unless you wanna go from a stallion to a
gelding."

I didn't know much about horses but I knew the difference. I froze as I
felt him start to cut away parts of my uniform, "See I thought there was no
way to cut your shit, but then a little birdy told me with the power cut,
this is just really stretchy Kevlar. And you know what cuts Kevlar?
Promethium blade, goes through it like butter."

He is slicing away near my dick and I am frozen in fear he is going to
castrate me. I try to cover it up but there is no way to hide panic when
someone has a knife to your dick. He saw my face cause he chuckled, "You
suddenly paying attention kid?"

I nod, trying my best not to make a sound.

He tore the front of my crotch out and laughed, "Oh look, he has a
batjock!"

We all have specially made jockstraps to wear in uniform, they have
protective cups that absorb impact and keep the moving parts out of the way
during combat. Each one is designed just for us, it was a process to get
your junk scanned but they fit like a glove and were made to be color coded
with our outfit so we knew which one belonged to who. Mine was a dark blue
and black accents, making it look like a jockstrap with Nightwing branding.

I felt the flush on my face as I realized there were a bunch of criminals
laughing at my exposed crotch.

Blockbuster knocked on the cup, "Knock knock, anyone home?"

His gonna all thought it hilarious as I tried not to wince, "Ok Des, you
had your fun."

He looked down at me, "Kid we haven't even started yet."

I felt his hands grab at my jock and I began to struggle, "Where's that
shit the kid left?"

One of the goons started to check his pocket, "Um...here boss."

He handed Desmond a auto syringe filled with a greenish liquid, "Hold
still, this is gonna make it all better."

"What's that? Desmond don't , DON'T!" I screamed as he injected it into my
thigh. I felt a tingle from in injection site and then a warmness that
spread throughout my body. "Unnnhhh...." I heard myself moan as my body
slumped back onto the table.

"That's more like it," he said, tossing the needle away and going back to
removing my cup. I feel it slip free and the cold air of the warehouse hits
my cock and I gasp from the sensation.

"See? Don't that feel better?" he asks, rubbing the front of my jock, now
directly stimulating my dick.

I nod as his words echo in my head, what the hell did he give me? It felt
like a concentrated dose of Ivy Pollen but we're vaccinated from it. It
shouldn't hit me this hard...unless Tim made a batch that worked around our
immunity.

The thought chills me as I realize I might be dosed, seriously dosed. I had
seen people jump off buildings for Ivy on this stuff, if my immunities
weren't in place...

"Oh look, little Nightwing is waking up,"

I look down and realize my dick is getting hard from his touch, I moan in
embarrassment as I try to focus but my mind won't comply. My entire body is
heating up as he keeps rubbing the front of my pouch, his other hand grabs
at a nipple and pinches.

"FUCK!" I cry, my ass coming off the table as I feel my resolve start to
shatter.

"Oh yeah...you need this don't you boy?" Desmond asks, pulling the thing
material of my jock aside, letting my cock free. It slaps up against my
abs, and I can feel it throbbing already. "You want more?" he asks, I shake
my head but I know it's an empty gesture, my pecs are pushing upwards,
begging him to touch me as my dick leaks precum all over the front of my
uniform.

"Oh you say no..." he grabs a hold of my cock and my breath catches, "But
this is saying yes."

"Unnn...." I groan, my hips move upwards, pushing my cock into his hand,
practically jerking myself off in his grip. It is like nothing I had ever
felt before, I've had a ton of sex, but this man's hand was breaking my
mind one inch at a time.

"That's a good boy," he says, slowly stroking me, "Now let's try that
again, you want more?"

I am practicality biting through my bottom lip to keep myself from
screaming, I can feel my body shake as I struggle with the last parts of my
pride get burned away by the venom moving though my veins. I won't submit,
I can't...there has to be a way out of this...there has to be...

My eyes are clenched shut as I try to drown out his touch and then suddenly
his voice is in my ear, his warmth breath is pleasure as he talks into my
ear, "Come on, let daddy make it all better." His tongue invades my ear and
another part of my self breaks.

"Oh daddy..." I whimper as he licks one of most sensitive parts on my
body. I am mortified to hear the words slip out of my mouth but even as I
admonish myself I am raising my head, giving him access to my throat.

"So wound up," he whispers as he licks down my neck, "You just need some
release...don't you?"

Don't talk. Don't talk. Don't talk.

"Come on baby...just tell me...tell me what you want?"

His teeth come down on the side of my neck and my mouth just blurts out,
"Oh god yeess...."

I can her the goons laugh but I don't care as he tries to gnaw at the side
of my neck and finds my uniform. I hear the knife open and he is cutting
the top of my uniform off, he rips it down to my abs and then I feel his
teeth against my neck.

I moan in misery as I realize I am letting him mark me and loving every
second of it. I am crying out, not caring about anything anymore. He bites
me so hard that it aches, but even the pain turns me on. He stops and looks
down at me, "You want more baby?"

I don't even know where I am anymore, I just feel pleasure and nothing
else.

My head nods and he laughs, his fingers grabs my nipples and begins to
twist them lightly, "Such a beautiful boy," he praises as I feel my body
straining against the bonds, "You're in the wrong business baby...you
should have been a whore."

"He still can be one boss," one of the thugs say and even though I am doped
out, I still feel fear when I see Blockbuster's expression.

It is one of pure lust, "So true, the night is young."

He lets go of my nipples and walks down to my feet, I am laying there,
breath heaving as I try to unscramble my brain. I go through the routine
Bruce drilled into us if we got mindfucked. I am Dick Grayson. I am
Nightwing. I am in Bludhaven. I am a good person. I am on a table. I am...

I feel the knife cut up my legs and shred my uniform even more and my train
of thought is shattered, "Oh yeah, look at these legs."

Blockbuster runs his hands up my athletic legs and I feel my body shiver in
response, "So fucking perfect," he says, kissing the inside my thighs, "So
damn fuckable..." he leaves a trail of hickies up the inside of my thighs
and again I can hear my needy whimpers echo across the warehouse, I can't
stop myself, I want to so bad...but I can't.

"Boys, make a wish."

Each thug grabs a leg and pulls them apart, there is no pain, I am more
than flexible for this.

"Jesus," one of the men swears, "So bendy..."

"I dated a stripper that was bendable but not like this."

"Hold him still boys," Blockbuster said, his head going below my field of
vision. One of the guys is feeling up my calf, even that small contact
feels good. I start to lose time when I feel his hands pry my asscheeks
apart.

"What? NO!" I scream, my sexuality giving me some clarity. "Des no,
please...anything but that..."

I feel him like around my hole and for a moment I freeze, my entire body
locks in place as fireworks begin to explode in my head. He licks again and
I can feel it, this rushing wave of lust coming down my mountain. He licks
harder and I clench my fists, as I try to form the words to
protest. "Please..." I whisper as I feel the tip of his tongue press
against my clenched hole.

I feel him try to press in, but I refuse, keeping my ass as tight as
possible, not this, anything but this. He pushes my ass up more and my legs
are sticking straight up now, spread wide and hole exposed. He tries to
violate me again but I hold tight...and then his fingers brush my
nipples...

"Oh god!" I cry as he twists, causing my body to spasm and making me lose
my grip on my ass.

His thick tongue plunges into me and my mouth is open in a silent scream as
my eyes shoot open, expression of shock frozen on my face. He has a few
inches in me, I can feel the warm, moistness and for a moment I forget how
to breathe. Everything in my mind is gone, replaced only with his tongue. I
can hear the thugs exclaim in surprise as I spread my legs wider on my own,
I try to thrust up, forcing as much of him into me as I can, desperate for
more...

He takes hold of my hips and shoves more into me and I finally crack.

"Fuck! YES! FUCK....MORE!!" I cry out, as I feel my own ego begin to
crumble around me.

I am being raped, I have a man's tongue up my ass against my will and I
hate it, yet I am thrusting him into me, my cock is throbbing, leaking
precum everywhere as I beg him to do it harder. Even though I am lost to
lust, I am still aware of who I am and how much I loathe this...but it
doesn't matter.

I want more.

His tongue slips out and I look down at him, desperate, wondering what I
did wrong.

He wipes his mouth off, "Let him go boys, he isn't gonna fight."

They slowly let go of my legs and I lower them to the table.

"Good?" he asks.

I feel my head nod even as I am screaming no inside.

He is slowly undoing his belt, "I know people make jokes about it, but you
do have a perfect ass. You know that right?"

Again I nod, my mind is on fire with lust, I can't help it.

He pulls his pants down, "So you do know, you like showing it off? You like
people looking at you?"

I nod again, looking at he bugle in his boxers.

"So an attention whore...I knew it," he pulls his boxers down and reveals a
cock that would look more at home on a horse than a man. He sees me staring
and strokes it, "You like? Biggest one in Bludhaven."

I can't look away, I am repulsed as I am excited. I do not like men, I am
attracted to women, but I am so horny right now, so wound up, everything is
turning me on. Even his cock.

He climbs up on the table and says in a stern voice, "Spread your legs."

I try to say no, I focus on keeping my legs together...but I look down at
his cock again and find my legs slowly spreading...

"Oh yeah," he says, feeling the inside of my thighs as he moves forward,
"Nightwing on his back, spreading his legs only for me. This is a dream
come true."

I feel the thick head of his cock press against my wet hole and panic
returns.

"Wait, wait..." I cry, realizing he is actually going to fuck
me. "Please...I'll do anything...please..."

The weakness and fear in my voice is sickening, but I can't help it. I am
shaken, I don't want this, I can't have this happen, not here, not like
this...

"Oh you're gonna do anything," Desmond taunts, "That's assured."

He presses in and I close my eyes, "Noooo....." I moan as I feel him enter
me.

"Shhh..." he said over me, "You're going to love this."

I felt my hole stretch and my head thrashed side to side as I tried to
fight it...

"Oh fucking yes," he said as he destroyed my virgin ass. I was screaming,
but there was no pain. Like everything else that had been done to me
tonight it was pleasure, only pleasure. I was screaming because I didn't
want this...I was losing part of myself...

And then he nudged my prostate.

"FUCK!" I cried as my cock began to shoot on it's own. I painted my own
chest and face with cum as I unloaded my balls all over my tattered
uniform. They were all laughing as I spasmed around his cock, my orgasm
coming hard and fast. I had never came like that before, no girl, not Babs,
not Kory, no one of them had made me go off like that and I could feel the
post cum coma begin to descend on my mind as the endorphins flooded my body
and mixed with whatever they had injected me with...

And I was happy, so fucking happy.

I could feel the goofy grin on my face as my brain was only pleasure, I
looked up at him as he pushed even more of his cock into me, his fucking
monster of a cock stimulating my prostate, making me dry cum over and over
like a fish out of water.

"Holy shit," one of the guys said, "He came without jerking off!"

"He loves it!" the other said.

"You did like that didn't you?" he asked.

I nod, drool rolling down my chin.

"Undo the bonds," Desmond says, stopping his violation of my ass.

The guys hesitate for a moment and the undo the metal bands around my
arms. He grabs each of my legs and spreads them wide, allowing him full
access to my ass. I used to do this with Kory, spread her wide, fuck her
like she was a goal post...and now here I was...being fucked like a whore
in front of strangers.

"Oh yeah you do like it..." he growled as I moaned, my back arching as he
pushed all the way into me. He held the base of his cock up against my ass,
making me feel every single inch of it. I writhed as I felt the beast throb
in my aching hole, I was so full...so fucking full...

He slowly slid out of me and I cried out again, my hands against his huge
chest as I felt my guts try to go with his cock. He is destroying my
prostate as he moves, making the destruction of my virginity the most
intense sexual experience I have ever felt. He pulled six inches out of me
and still had a whole other cock to go and then shoved into me hard,
knocking the breath out of me.

"OHHHH!" I cried out, feeling him fill me again. My cock is aching, my
balls drained, and still I am getting hard again as he slowly pulls out
again. "Fuck yeah..." I moan, sounding like a slutty cheerleader than an
actual superhero. He reverses and hits me again, and I can feel me cry out
to god as I reach up and hold on to his shoulders.

"You like that baby?"

I nod, not even recognizing the man fucking me. He leans down to kiss me
and I return it as he pulls out again, I moan around his kiss as I ready my
ass, pushing back as he slams forward. I can feel my breath hiccup as we
start to get a rhythm, him fucking me savagely and me begging for more.

He sits up and starts pistoning into me, "Come on boys, get some."

One of the guys pulls his cock out and climbs up on the table, I am stuck
for a moment, I'm not gay, I don't suck dick. He hits my spot again and
says, "Suck that cock or I stop."

I am shocked to find myself to start sucking this guy's cock eagerly. I
feel him hit my head, "Cover your teeth retard!" I comply and he starts
thrusting into my mouth as I keep getting fucked hard. The other guy drags
my mouth onto him and I repeat the process, sucking them both off as my ass
is completely destroyed by Desmond's cock.

"Ok back up," he orders and his men climb off the table, "All fours, now!"

Slowly I turned over and get on all fours, knowing in my heart this is
wrong but wanting it to bad...

I feel him press into me and I cry out as he begins to fuck me again, this
time I am able to slam back into him, wedging every inch of him into me as
I can. The guys get back on the table and I have two cocks shoved in my
mouth, I gag and choke and they force me to pleasure them. I don't care,
all I know is pleasure and need more, so much more.

"This is how it should have been," he says, grabbing a chunk of my hair and
pulling my hair back, "You on your knees servicing me, you should have just
been my whore."

I nod in agreement as the guys shove their cock back into my mouth. I slurp
as much as I can as I feel that cock bring me more and more pleasure.

"Maybe when you're fired you can come sleep on my floor," he says, "When
daddy Bats finds out what kind of whore you really are...you can come work
for me."

The thought of Bruce seeing me like this, finding out...the shame and
terror grip me and it's like a bucket of cold water. I realize I am on all
fours being fucked while I suck off two guys. I feel like throwing up as I
feel that cock slide into me effortlessly, rubbing my prostate, bringing
wave after wave of pleasure through my body. I have to get out of here, to
stop this...

"Yeah that wake you up?" Desmond asks, grabbing my throat and pulling me to
my knees, "Take a look and wave..." He points as he fucks me and I have no
idea what I'm looking at...

And then I see it, a camera.

"You're been live streaming to your bat daddy the whole time...how you
think he feels seeing you like this?"

"No..." I sob, feeling tears roll down my cheeks as he keeps fucking me.

"Here, let's give him a good send off..."

His voice deepens and I feel his cock start to swell. My eyes fly open as I
feel the hand around my throat start to grow and I realize he's shifting,
using the serum to change his body into the hulking mass of
Blockbuster. His cock stretches me even more and I cry out in pain as I
feel his already huge cock expand to ginormous dimensions.

My cock begins to shoot again as he fills my ass completely, literally
shredding my prostate as he makes me cum yet again.

"Come Nightwing, shoot for me...shoot for daddy!"

I do just that, cum and cum and cum. I can't stop shooting as my ass
clenches down on his fucking bull cock. I feel him cum in me and I moan as
I realize he is breeding me. I am crying again as I feel his hot cum fill
my ass and then begin to dribble down my legs. I am broken, my whole body
is just a cock sleeve for him as I twitch useless from my own orgasm.

He pulls me off of him like I am a rag doll and tosses me onto the table.

"All yours boys," he says as his goons pounce on me, fighting over the
right to fuck me next. My mind shuts down, I am aware of what is going on
but I am in a fugue state. I feel them both enter me, the only way they can
get traction in my ruined ass is to both fuck me at the same time, when
this is tiring they grab my escrima sticks and start fucking me with
them. I cum again when they use the shock on them, the voltage triggering
my prostate again as I have an orgasm by being fucked with my own
weapons. The whole time Desmond keeps the camera on me, capturing every
single time I cry out in pleasure, beg for more...or cum.

I don't know how much time passes before there is an explosion and they are
thrown back. Bruce is like a devil, coming at them with the fury of the
righteous, I wonder as he attacks if he is going to kill them or not. I
finally collapse as I realize I'm saved, there will be no more violations.

I hear punches, cries of pain and then nothing.

"Dick?" he asks, his thick with emotion.

"B-bruce?" I cry as he picks me up. And as I did the night my parents were
killed, I buried my head in his chest and began to cry, wishing this was
all a bad dream. I know we are in the car and then the cave, he pulls me
out and takes me over to the medtable. With Alfred gone, he has to do this
himself.

"Hold on Dick," he said steadily, not sure who he is trying to calm down,
him or me, "You're good."

He attaches some sensors on me and starts the machines up.

"Bruce?" I call out weakly.

"Hold on," he says looking at the readings.

"Bruce, please...I have to tell you something."

He pulls himself away and comes over to the table, "What Dick? I'm here,
what do you want to tell me?"

I raise my shaking hands to his face, "I...I..."

I touch his face and smile.

"Gotcha."

He moans as I drain his life force, letting him drop to the ground with at
thud.

And I'll be damned, Tim was right, that is how to take down Batman.