Date: Thu, 12 Aug 2021 17:25:09 -0500 From: Jack Paker Subject: Conner Kent: Respect Jon was flying as fast as he could as Damian held on as tight as he could. "They're gaining," Damian screamed, looking behind them. "I can't fly any faster!" Jon screamed back, trying to squeeze more speed out of flight but he was close to empty as it was. He was afraid they were going to catch up. "Find us a place to fight," Damian ordered, seemingly understanding that Jon was on the verge of collapse, "Land on the top of the Kane building." "What building?" "THE ONE WITH KANE ON THE SIDE!" "Oh right," Jon said, heading to the ancient looking building whose windows were all boarded up, it looked condemned. They both crashed into the roof, Damian rolling with the momentum and coming up to his feet, while Jon did not. He slid the length of the roof, colliding with the far side with a loud smack. "Ow," was all Damian heard behind him. He didn't have any time to check on his friend as three Man Bat assassins dropped from the sky, claws at the attack. Damian had to give his mother credit, when she used the Man Bat formula on some of her most loyal lieutenants he had thought the idea insane, but as they touched down around the boy without making the smallest sound he had to admit, they looked formidable. The first one lunged at Damian, missing him completely as the boy jumped over the attack, throwing two batatrangs behind him at the two who had tried to ambush him from behind. Trained they might have been but she doubted their minds had survived the transformations, limiting their fighting prowess severely. The creatures scrambled to get up as Damian spun on them, pulling a hilt out of his belt. Swinging to the right the blade unfolded, piece by piece it clicked into place until he was wielding a full sized katana, his father had forbid him to bring his actual sword into combat, luckily he hadn't mentioned replacement blades. Jon slowly came to his senses and wished he hadn't. The giant bat things were attacking Damian and they looked vicious! He got to his feet and moved to help his friend when a hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. There was a massively wide man standing there in a league of assassins gi, "I am Mountain and you are interfering in League business." Jon tried to pull away from the man but he found he couldn't budge. "You should leave," the man said before throwing Jon across the city skyline. Jon screamed as he saw city block after block blur under him. Damian saw Jon get thrown and knew he was in trouble. Mountain was one of his mother's meta human assassins and would be a challenge on a good day. With three Man Bats, this was anything but a good day. Knowing he was outmatched, Damian did the one thing he loathed to do. He called for help. As he dodged the Man Bats attacks he pushed a button concealed in his glove and began to count, if he got to 30 then all hope was lost. 84 miles away, on the top of the Daily Planet globe Conner Kent looked down on Metropolis and yawned. "God could this city be any duller?" He asked himself as he scanned the city with his vision. He had been on patrol for Superman going on four hours now and the most he had done was stop a mugging. He understood when Clark was out of pocket that the city needed to be looked over, but wasn't that why he had a kid? He did not understand how it became his problem. But he hated to let Clark down so here he stood, stared and yawned again, wondering when he could call it a night and just head home. He was pulling his phone out to check the time when a piercing scream hit him dead on, his ears felt like they were on fire for a second as he fell back, thinking it was an attack. It took a couple of seconds for the pain to lessen and he realized it wasn't an attack, it was one of Clark's signal watch things. He had heard the Olsen kid got one and he was pretty sure Lois scored one too, but this one was coming from Gotham... Who had one there? "Well not like anything's happening here," Conner said as he took off towards the sound, maybe there was something to do there. 24 seconds had passed and Damian was pretty sure he had underestimated the Man Bats. Though crude, their attacks were timed in unison, making it feel like he was fighting one six armed foe instead of three separate one, while Mountain stood outside the combat and watched, and waited. He was the problem, even if the boy could take the creatures down, he still had to face the metahuman who was nigh invulnerable to damage, meaning Damian was outclassed. But he didn't pause though. He was heir to the Demon and he bowed to no one. Changing his tactics he stopped trying to beat the creatures and focused on simply killing them. His first slice beheaded the first one, but it left the boy open for an attack from the second, Damian forced him self not to cry out as he felt his side burn with pain pain raced through his system. One down, he moved to focus on the second and could feel his step falter...he had been cut deeper than he had thought. The second bat was too close, there was no time to change his stance, Damian grit his teeth, knowing he was about to be hit hard... And then the Man Bat was gone. Damian looked up and saw Conner Kent standing there, Man Bat in his hand, thrashing around trying to free itself. "Relative of yours? Conner asked Damian with a grin, "Pay attention!" Damian called, seeing the third jump at the floating hero, it's teeth bared at his throat. The Man Bat bounced off Conner's shields as the boy of steel tossed the bat he was holding into his stunned partner. "I saw him," the two bats collided and slumped down to the ground unconscious. Conner looked at Mountain, "What about you Hungry Hungry Hippo? You want some?' "I am Mountain and you are interfering in League business." Conner cocked his head, "And I am Superboy and you're pissing me off." Conner moved forward, punching the assassin in the gut, focusing his power into one single point. Damian tried to warn the kyrptonian but it was too late. Mountain didn't even budge, instead he absorbed the force of the attack and redirected it back at Conner. "Shit," was all Conner got out as he was hit back, and sent flying across the skyline. "Idiot," Damian said under his breath, looking to the hired killer, "Well you're here for me, let's get it over with." Mountain bowed slightly, "It will be an honor killing you." "Bite me!" Damian said, lunging at the man, cursing Todd in his head for teaching him that phrase. Instead of striking the meta Damian slid between his legs, using the edge of his blade to cut at the man's tendons. He knew Mountain absorbed kinetic energy and redirected it, so it key was perfect slices with minimal contact. The strike deflected off the man's armor but Damian wasn't discouraged, he now knew where to strike next to draw blood. The man was massive, but he was far faster than he let on. Before Damian could get to his feet Mountain had already spun around, and slammed his fist down, inches from the boy's head. If it had made contact his brains would have been a wet puddle under his knuckles, Damian doubled his efforts on not getting hit. "You cannot run forever," Mountain said, drawing back into a defensive crouch. "I don't run," Damian said, glaring at the man He counted to three in his head and was about to go when Conner impacted the assassin from behind. Damian jumped out of the way as the two of them collided into the roof, tearing a trench as they skidded across the surface. "Stop hitting him!" Damian screamed as Mountain grew even larger. Before Conner could get to his feet he felt his head grabbed by a huge paw of a hand that began to squeeze. "God dammit," Conner called out as he tried to pry the hands off of his head. Realizing that he didn't have the leverage, he pushed out with his TK, forcing the hands off, slowly. The two of them fought silently, the only sounds were struggled grunts as they tried to overpower the other one. Damian moved behind Mountain, readying a killing blow. The kyrptonian was an idiot but he had managed to distract Damian's attacker for a moment. And a moment was all he needed. Jon pulled himself out of the Stang building and shook his head. He was over a quarter mile away from the fight! Gritting his teeth he took off in a blur, trying to get back to Damian as fast as possible. As he came up on the building he saw the big guy and he had Conner on his knees! Without thinking the boy came charging down at the assassin, pushing his speed as fast as he could. Damian didn't hear Jon until he was right on top of him, he didn't even have time to call his friend off before Jon impacted with Mountain with a terrible impact. The roof collapsed under the impact and all four of them fell down into the building. Mountain had been stunned by the impact which had given Conner time to break free, but they were in a free fall now, Jon's momentum crashing them down floor by floor. Conner caught a glimpse of Damian and could see the boy tumbling in a spin. He had nothing to hold on to, he was simply falling with tons of concrete and wood all around him. Conner flew towards him and tried to cover him with his shield the best he could. From the outside the building looked Ike it had been simply fell into itself. Floor after floor collapsed inwards, all forty plus floors of the Kane building came crashing down on them, burying all four in tons of derbies. Conner had blacked out, when he came to it was pitch black and he could hear someone struggling. He tried to move but realized he was buried. In a panic Conner pushed upwards with his TK, throwing a good portion of the building off of him. He coughed as the dust settled around him, the whole block was leveled! "Get, this off me," a voice said from the ground. Conner looked down and could see Damian on the ground, a slab on cement crushing his left calf. "Hold on," Conner said reaching down, pulling the stone off as if it weighed nothing. "ARRRGGHH!" Damian screamed as his leg burned with pain. "Fuck..." Conner said under his breath, "Ok kid, you're bleeding bad." "I can tell," Damian growled. "This is gonna hurt," Conner said, "Before Damian could ask what he meant he felt his leg burn as if on actual fire. He could see Conner's heat vision shooting his leg and it was too much. Damian's brain just shut down and he lapsed into unconsciousness. When he came to all he heard as yelling. "...cking crazy? You almost killed him!" Damian could see Conner screaming at Jon. Jon looked stricken as he tried to answer, "I didn't know..." "You leveled a building! What if there were people in there?" Jon paled as Conner kept berating him. "Look I get you wanna think you're something but trust me kid, you keep making fuckups like this and you'll never be Superboy! You almost killed your friend, god help us if there was anyone in here...and the bad guy got away!" Damian could see Jon's lip quiver as Conner kept going. "Just because you're Superman's son that doesn't mean a thing! Right now you're an idiot with superpowers and you're lucky you didn't kill bat kid over there." "Enough," Damian croaked, "Leave him alone." "Why? Your leg looks like a freaking pretzel right now! This dumbass leveled a whole block!" "My father will pay for it." "That's not the point!' Conner raged at Jon, "Kid you need to get your shit together before you kill someone for real, this isn't a game!" Tears were falling down Jon's face now, but he said nothing. Conner shook his head, "Just get out of here before the cops come, I'll take care of it." Jon looked down at Damian but Conner stepped in the way, "Leave him, I'll get him to the cave once the cops arrive. I don't want you hurting him even more." Jon looked like he wanted to argue but flew off instead, leaving a seething Damian. "Jesus, no wonder they wanted to shut us down back in the day," Conner said to himself as he looked around the rubble. "You shouldn't have done that," Damian said, trying to force past the pain. "What? Tell him the truth?" "Make him feel like that." Conner shook his head, "Kid, stay out of it. If he's going to wear that S on his chest, he needs to grow up, fast." "And who made you worthy to pass judgement?" Conner looked down and rolled his eyes, "I did, I'm Superboy. That's just Superman's son, if he wants the name he needs to learn better." Damian heard Nightwing in his coms that he was inbound so he dropped the matter. For now. But this was far from over. Three nights later at Wayne Manor, Damian sat on the couch, his leg propped up in a cast as his father tried to convince him of his idiotic plan. "So you see why?" He asked Damian. "I see why you think this might be a good idea but it's not," Damian reasoned. Bruce sighed, "With Alfred gone this place is unguarded, and obviously your mother is not done sending her people after you." "It's not unguarded I am here." "You're incapacitated." "I have Titus." "This is happening Damian, you can argue all you like." Damian sat back onto the couch and crossed his arms "Why him?" "Because everyone in the family is going to be out shutting down your mother's lieutenants while Celina and I take care of Talia. There is no way this isn't a trap to lure us out, so there needs to be someone here to defend you." "Assuming I agree with all that, which I don't, why him?" Bruce rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Because Conner is nearly immune to anything the League might use to attack with. Knives, poisons, all of it doesn't affect him." "Why can't it be Jon?" "You know why, because after the...incident, Lois and Clark are taking a long look if Jon should be out using his powers." "It wasn't his fault!" Damian argued. "Conner tells a different story," Bruce countered, "And the fact remains, you were lucky to get out of that alive, you owe Conner your life." Damian scowled, "I was hoping for anyone else to hear the signal, I would have taken the dog over that idiot." Hey," Bruce said, kneeling down to eye level, "Tim speaks highly of him." "Drake is an idiot too. They're a pair of idiots. A mated pair if you ask me." Bruce chucked, "Conner will be here soon, be nice!" He said standing up, "He's doing us a favor." "I don't need a favor from him!" Bruce tapped the cast and Damian gasped from pain, "Yes you do. Rule one about this job, learn your limitations. It's when you overreach you end up doing serious damage." "What about Dick? He's nearly useless have him stay with me instead." "I'm telling him you said that and I need Dick on the streets, listen to what Conner says, he'll let me know if you act up." "Yes, he is already proven he is a snitch." Bruce rolled his eyes, "Ok, well have fun, and don't be too hard on him." "No promises." It looked as if his father might say something more, but instead he walked out, leaving the boy alone. "We don't need help do we boy?" Damian asked Titus, who was asleep on the other side of the couch. The massive dog lifted on eyelid and looked at his boy before huffing once and going back to sleep. "Traitor," Damian said, turning the television on. About half and hour later Conner walked in, looking entirely too smug with himself. "What's up little man?" he said walking into the study. Damian didn't even glance over, "There is food in the kitchen along with chairs. Feel free to avail yourself to both." Conner chuckled as he sat down, "Aw come on bud, how can you be mad at the guy who saved your life?" Damian looked over at him, "I could have saved myself." Conner arched an eyebrow, "Look kid, I know you Batguys think that you're all super and stuff but at the end of the day you're just normal guys in capes. Don't get all bent out of shape when one of us saves one of you, it's just part of the job." "One of us..." Damian said, not believing what he was hearing. "So let me get this straight, you honestly believe you're better than us, than me?" "It's not about who's better little guy, it's just about who saves whose lives...oh wait, I saved yours." Damian's mouth turned into a straight line as he just glared at Conner for a long moment, finally he said, "I have something to do down in the cave, can you help me get down there?" Conner grinned, "I am here to babysit my dude, I can help you out." Damian flashed him a smile, "Thank you so much." Conner helped him up off the couch and followed him down into the cave. "Man," Conner said looking around, "I've been down here with Tim before but it never gets old." "Yeah," Damian said walking over to a laboratory set up, "Father likes his toys, can you help me get that?" Conner saw Damian pointing to a vial of yellow liquid, "Sure man, what's this?" he asked handing it to the kid. Damian jabbed it into his arm and hissed, "Modified version of the Hourman formula, will kill the pain of my leg for a while." "Oh cool...why you using that?" Conner asked. Damian was already walking away to another cabinet, "I told you, I have some things to take care of and I can't be hindered with a poor leg." "Um ok, but should you even be on your leg?" Damian was opening a few drawers, pulling out a series of devices, "I should be ok, after all it's not like this is going to be a challenge." "What's not a challenge?" Damian turned around and blew a handful of dust into Conner's face. The clone coughed and stumbled backwards as he felt his head spin. "If you had a brain you'd be asking me if that was Ivy pollen, and I'd tell you that no, it is a synthetic version of Ater Clementia, and you'd ask what is that and I'd explain you might know it better as Black Mercy. But you don't have a brain, you're an idiot so I doubt you even know what that is." Conner rubbed his eyes, trying to get his senses. "Now this," Damian said, stepping up to Conner, "Is Ivy pollen." Another cloud of dust was thrown into Conner's face and the boy fell to the ground, struggling to draw breath. "I had planned all this a year ago," Damian said, walking over to yet another case, "I had intended to use it on Jon, insuring that he would never leave me. After all Drake is an idiot but he has proven that having a pet kryptonian is a handy thing to own." Damian pulled something off a shelf and walked back to Conner. "When the time came to use it though, I found I had grown fond of Kent. I know, distasteful but true. I decided that if he was going to be bound to me, I wanted it to be by his free will, and not mine. But I kept the materials, because you never know when it might come in handy." Conner's mind was on fire, this thoughts were so muddled he had no idea what was going on. He could hear Damian but his conscious mind wasn't translating the words... "You are nothing," Damian said kneeling down next to Conner, "You are less than nothing, but you can be more." Damian reached out and attached something around Conner's neck, "You can be made to serve..." Conner screamed as he clutched at the collar around his neck. Damian stepped back as he watched Conner writhe around on the ground, his hands trying to break the red kryptonite collar from his neck. "I know it burns," Damian said, no emotion in his voice, "But that just means it's working." Conner rolled around on the ground for a few minutes, his screams turning to whimpers as he felt his strength drain away. Finally he collapsed onto the ground, breath coming in heaves. "So, shall we begin?" Damian asked out loud, "Conner!" Slowly, Conner looked up at him, his pupils glowing red as the collar irradiated his mind. "Stand." Slowly, Conner got to his feet, his mind in a daze as he did as he was told. "Good," Damian praised, "Take your shirt off." Conner frowned the order conflicted with his actual will. "Conner, you're so hot...don't you want to show off your body?" Conner's expression went to confusion as Damian walked over to him, "Please Conner," the boy said, moving his hand over the muscular chest, "Show me?" Conner felt a surge of warmth move through him as he nodded and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his pert nipples and tight eight pack as he dropped the shirt to the floor. "You're such a stud..." Damian said, "Does this feel good?" Damian reached up and tweaked both of Conner's nipples, causing the clone to gasp in shock. "S-stop..." Conner said, his hands moving up to bat the boy's hands away. "PUT YOUR HANDS BY YOUR SIDE!" Damian snapped and Conner was shocked to find himself comply instantly. "Good boy," Damian said with a grin as he kept playing with Conner's sensitive nipples, "Doesn't this feel good?" Conner's head shook no and then to yes as he fought with the dual urges coursing through his brain. On one hand, what the boy was doing felt fucking incredible, but on the other hand it was a guy! But the more Damian molested him, the more Conner began to get into it. "Yeesss...." Conner finally hissed, the confession costing him a part of his ego as he jutted his pecs out, silently begging for more. Damian dropped his hand and Conner was mortified to hear himself let out a small moan in disappointment. "Take your shoes and pants off," Damian ordered, walking around Conner as if inspecting him. Again a look of confusion passed over Superboy's face, "But...I don't want to." "But Conner," Damian pleased, "You are so strong, and so hot, don't you like showing your body off?" Conner's head slowly nodded, "I do like showing my body off." "And it would make me happy...don't you want to make me happy?" Damian could see the front of Conner's jeans bulge as Conner's mind processed the fact he got pleasure from following Damian's orders, "I want to make you happy..." Conner admitted. "Then take your jeans off...show me your perfect body." Conner felt his hands begin to undo his belt, even as his mind screamed at him that it was wrong. But the need to please Damian and the desire to show off his body, his perfect, smooth, muscled body that he worked do hard on...that he spent hours perfecting, and looking at...and admiring... "Good boy," Damian said and brought Conner back to the here and now. The clone was shocked to find himself only wearing his jockstrap and nothing else, standing at attention in front of Damian. There was the embarrassment, the shame...and then the feeling of freedom as he felt the cool air of the Batcave blow against his skin. Damian walked around Conner, appraising him like a prize stallion, "Look at you," Damian said, running one hand over one of Conner's muscular ass cheek, "Such a specimen, oh...and look at this." Conner gasped as the boy took hold of the front of his jockstrap, holding his junk, weighing it, "I thought Grayson was hung...does this excite you?" Conner shook his head, having a kid touching him did anything but excite him...yet he still just stood there and let him do it. "Then why are you getting hard?" Conner looked down and saw his cock slowly expanding, his shaft growing, the large head poking out the side of the pouch, he closed his eyes in shame as he tried to stop it. "Stroke it for me." Conner's eyes opened and he looked at Damian, "I-I...don't..." "Be a good boy Conner, show me how big your cock is. Show it off..." Two impulses hit Conner's brain at the same time, the desire to please Damian and his natural tendency to show off. They collided and Conner's hand moved down and took hold of his thick cock...his thoughts on fire as he tried to stop himself...and failed. "Yes, that's it," Damian said, "Show me how big it gets...so big!" Conner felt the pride of his cock overwhelm his shame as he began to stoke his dick, showing off for the smaller boy. As he quickened his pace the better it felt...and he found himself masturbating, a small moan escaping his lips as pleasure took hold. "Yes...faster...I want to see you cum...show me how big your load is...faster!" Damian's words burned into Conner's brain as he sped up. He tried to summon images that would normally excite him, Cassie, Wonder Woman, Zatanna...none of them did anything...but Conner found focusing on Damian's body...the form of the boy's chest, the flatness of his stomach...all of it made Conner more and more excited. "Do you like what you see?" Damian asked him, seeing his gaze lock onto him, "Do I turn you on?" Damian slipped his robe off, revealing the pajamas underneath. With deliberate slowness he unbuttoned the front of his top, revealing his firm, toned chest, hard abs, everything that years and years of training had produced. Conner felt his cock throb as Damian shed his top, exposing the caramel skin that covered his lean body. "More?" Damian asked and Conner nodded quickly. Damian stepped out of his pants, leaving him in only a tight pair of white briefs that did nothing to hide his bulge. Conner licked his lips as he saw the boy stand in front of him nearly naked, his hand sped up. "My father has a legendary penis," Damian said, rubbing the front of his briefs, "I am told I inherited the same, I have been told for my age I am...gifted." Conner watched as the bulge grew, his lust rising as he desperately wanted to take rip those briefs off. "Do you want to see?" Conner nodded, as a small whimper came from his throat. "What will you do for me?" "Anything!" Conner blurted out, shocked at the tone of desperation in his voice. "You will do anything for me?" Conner nodded again. "You want to serve me?" Hearing the words out loud Conner felt his body shudder, "Yes!" "Beg me." Conner paused. "You want to see this?" Damian showed his bulge. Conner licked his lips again and nodded. "Beg." Beads of sweat fell from Conner's forehead as her fought the urge, his ego, his masculinity, all of it fought against the urge...but it was a losing effort. The synthetic Black Mercy lacked the hallucinogenics that created images of a perfect life in the brain, but it was still capable of coding the mind to believe that what Conner was experiencing was perfect for him. That coupled with Ivy's pollen making his already considerable libido shift into overdrive, he found his reasoning being shouted down by his growing obsession to please Damian. And the belief to serve him is his most perfect life. "P-please..." Conner said in a weak voice. "Please what?" Damian asked, rubbing his crotch. "Please let me see it..." "I don't hear any respect in your voice." Something in Conner's mind strained, "Please let me see it...s-sir..." Damian smiled, "Such a good boy." The words flooded Conner's brain with pleasure and he let out a low, "Please sir let me see it, please...I need it so bad..." Damian's hands gripped the edges of his waistband and slowly pulled his briefs down. Conner's eyes were glued as he saw the white cloth lower, finally exposing the boy's thick member. It wasn't larger than Conner's, but for his age it was a considerable cock. Normally it would have done nothing to the clone, but in his state of mind that cock was perfect and exactly what Conner wanted. A small amount of drool rolled down his chin as he furiously fisted his cock faster. Damian stood there, cock pointing straight up, watching the older boy pleasure himself as he looked at his dick, "Do you like it?" "Oh god yes," Conner gushed. "Kneel." Conner screamed in his mind as he felt his knees buckle, lowering himself to the ground. Damian took a step forward, his cock inches away from Conner's mouth. Damian watched the older boy's eyes as he stared as if he life depended on it. "What do you want?" Damian asked. "I-I...I want..." Conner fought with his mouth, trying his hardest not to say it out loud. "You want what?" Conner shook as he fought the chemicals in his brain. Damian put one hand on his cock, the small hand making the hard member look even larger. He slowly stroked it, a drop of precum forming on the tip, "What do you want Conner?" Nothing came out of the older boy's mouth as he just stared at the drop of precum...his mind crumbling under the weight of his desires. "Is this what you want?" Damian asked, pressing his hard cock against Conner's closed lips, smearing the precum everywhere like lipstick. "Would this make you happy?" Tears formed in Conner's eyes as he forced his mouth to stay closed. "Don't you want to be a good boy?" The words were like acid, burning through Conner's sexuality, his ego and finally his identity. His memories blurred as the black mercy took final hold and all of his internal desires and wants were burned away. Gone was his drive to replace Superman, lost was the pride of being a hero and to do good, all of it consumed in the flames of the chemical reprogramming. Replaced was his need to please Damian, a drive to be the best boy was switched out and Conner found his fight was suddenly gone, as if it never existed. Conner's tongue snaked out, and cleaned his lips, tasting Damian's seed and feeling his whole body shudder as he finally submitted to his desire. "Please sir, I want to be a good boy...I want to be your good boy..." Damian grabbed the collar around Conner's neck and pulled his head up, "You're no boy. You're a dog, you want to be my dog?" Another piece of Conner's identity gone as he nodded, "I can be a good dog." Damian smiled, "Prove it, all fours." Conner went down to all fours, feeling himself submit to the smaller boy completely. "Come on," Damian called, "Come on boy." Damian began to walk around the cave, Conner on all fours following closely behind. His eyes were locked to Damian's firm ass, his hard cock swinging as he drooled over the younger boy. The fact that Conner was crawling around the Batcave naked, following a boy who had no powers and was much younger than him was flooding his brain with shame, but the shame was translated into lust as this was exactly what Conner wanted. Being a dog, obeying Damian...it was his perfect life and it turned him on so much... Damian stopped suddenly, making Conner's face smash into the boy's hard ass. Conner felt his nose wedge between the boys hard buns and his tongue slipped out, taking a long lick before he could stop himself. Damian reached back and pressed Conner's face further into his ass, "Good boy...oh yes good boy..." Encouraged Conner began to lick the boy's ass harder, his thick tongue poking at Damian's ass...Conner's cock throbbing in response. "Ooohhh yes....bad dog...such a bad dog..." Damian moaned. Conner began to lap at the boy's hole even more, prying Damian's hard ass cheeks apart, violating the boys ass as if his life depended on it. "Oh yes...nasty dog...you're such a nasty dog Conner..." Conner moaned as he shoved as much of his tongue into the boy, tasting a man's ass for the first time in his life. He could feel Damian press back onto his face, urging Conner on even more. The clone had eaten girls out plenty of times, but this was his first ass and he found it intoxicating. The moans coming from Damian's mouth was like heroin to Conner, making him want to bring the by pleasure so badly that nothing else mattered. Damian placed his hands against the wall as Conner pushed into him, he had never felt anything like this before. The older boy was debasing himself to bring him pleasure, the fact it was Superboy himself on all fours turned Damian on even more. He closed his eyes as he felt the world's strongest teen lick his ass, groaning in pleasure as he did. Conner felt his own body build to a critical mass as he served Damian, though he hadn't touched his cock he as so close to shooting it was crazy. He couldn't get his tongue far enough up and the farther he pushed Damian to cumming the closer he got himself. Damian felt his body start to shake and knew he was close...too close. "Stop, stop..." Damian cried, pushing Conner's face out of his ass. The clone fought him for a moment before Damian snapped, "I SAID STOP!" Conner pulled back in a panic, he actually whimpered as he panicked he had angered his master. "BAD DOG!" Damian raged, pointing a finger at Conner. The beaten Superboy cringed as he was berated, as Damian yelled at him...he was horrified to feel himself start to piss in fear. "NO!" Damian screamed as he watched Conner piss himself, "BAD! BAD!" Conner felt tears form in his eyes as he couldn't stop himself. Once he was done he just huddled there in his own urine, looking up at his master in fear. Damian stood there, trying to calm down. There was such a thrill to see Superboy, sitting in his own piss, terrified of him. "Come here!" Damian snapped, pointing at his feet. Conner scrambled to the boy's side, looking up at him with wide eyes. "You're disgusting..." Damian noted, seeing the streaks of piss that had followed the boy, "Come on." Damian walked over to one of the many showers that were set up around the cave, most of them set up for emergency rinse offs. Damian turned one on and pointed inside, "Go!" Conner scrambled into the shower, sitting under the hot water. "Stay." Conner just watched Damian walk away, his need to please the boy making him desperate. Damian took the last piece of his plan out of the drawer, and walked back to the shower. Conner looked amazing, water cascading down his muscled body, his hard cock throbbing as he waited for Damian to give him more orders. Damian couldn't believe it had worked so well...now for the final stage. Damian walked into the shower with Conner, "Stand." Conner stood up, his nipples coming to Damian's eye line finally. "I own all this," Damian mused to himself... "Turn around, hands on the wall." Conner turned around and faced the wall, exposing his perfect ass to Damian. "Head against the wall, spread your cheeks." Conner did as he was told, pressing his forehead against the shower wall and using his hands to spread his muscled ass cheeks, exposing his hole to another man for the first time in his life. "Look at that..." Damian marveled, watching Superboy shake as he waited for the smaller boy to violate him. "My father has done exhaustive research into kryptonite, trying to find a way to subdue your genetic donor without killing him. He spent an enormous amount of money trying to synthesize it, he succeeded but found the effect was negligible against an actual kryptonian. But I surmised it might work on a half breed...like Jon..." he pulled the synthetic green K dildo out, "Or you." Damian pressed the head of the dildo into Conner's hole, the strained cry from the clone made Damian's cock weep. "Relax!" Damian snapped, "Relax your hole!" "Y-yes sir..." Conner's voice trembled as he tried to comply. The dildo burned as it entered him, Conner could feel his hole succumb to the radiation, allowing the thick member to slide into him with no resistance at all. "Yes take it, take it all dog..." Damian growled, pushing all nine inches into Conner's virgin ass. At first all he knew was pain, Conner could not believe how badly the dildo burned his ass, and it was only his love to please Damian that prevented him from struggling. Once it was all the way in Damian let go, and attached the straps around Conner's ass cheeks, keeping it in place. Damian stepped back, "Turn around." Conner slowly turned, every movement moving the dildo farther into him, causing him to wince with every twinge. He faced Damian, his eyes sad with pain. Damian noticed the clone's cock had softened, the pain was overriding Ivy's pollen it seemed. All according to plan. "Who do you serve?" "You master." "What would you do for me?" "Anything master." Damian smiled, "Turn on." Conner looked confused for a moment, thinking he was being told an order, and then he felt it. The dildo began to vibrate. "Oh!" Superboy gasped, feeling the dildo begin to shake in his tight ass. "Who do you serve?" "Y-you....oh god...you sir." Damian saw Conner's massive cock slowly begin to harden. "Harder." The vibrations increased. "Oh fuck...shit, shit, shit..." Conner began to pant as the pain slowly began to morph into pleasure. "Who do you want to please?" "Oh you sir...you..." "Harder!" "Unnn...." Conner cried, "You sir, you..." Damian watched the older boy's cock weep precum. "Who do you live for?" "You...you....oh please sir..." Conner's legs were trembling, he was nearly in a delirium. "Harder." "AHHHH!" Conner cried out, going to his knees, his entire body shuddering as the feelings in ass overwhelmed him. "You my good boy Conner?" Damian asked, holding one hand out. Conner pressed his head into it, petting himself on the boy's hand, "I'll be a good boy...ohhhh...your good boy...." "You serve me?" Conner's breath was coming ragged now, "Yes sir...yes...oh fuck..." Damian grabbed Conner's face and made him look up at him, "Who owns you?" Conner's eyes were watering, "You." "Who do you want to use you?" "You...please Damian...you..." "You want to make me happy?" "Always...always..." Conner pleaded, and he began to lick Damian's hand...shamed how inhuman he felt and loving it at the same time. "Such a good dog..." Damian said smiling. And in a louder voice added, "Climax!" Conner felt his heart skip a beat as the dildo expanded in his ass, pushing his virgin walls apart and letting lose a shock that hit the clone's prostate dead on. Conner's mind exploded as he felt a wave of pleasure that dwarfed anything he had felt to this point in life. No girl, no pussy, nothing was like this as his massive cock exploded, spraying cum everywhere. Damian watched as every muscle on Conner's body contracted with his orgasm, Conner's eyes fluttered as his psyche broke down, only knowing pure ecstasy. Damian knew it was time. "Look at me!" Damian snapped, Conner's unfocused eyes fell on the boy obediently. "You feel that? You feel that pleasure?" Conner nodded, drool running down his chin. "That's cause of me...I made that...me," and then louder, "Climax!" Another pulse and Conner felt his body spasm as he came again, weak spurts of cum as he was forced to orgasm over and over. "I bring you that, me! Who do you worship?" "You sir...you..." "Who brings you this joy?" "Only you...please sir more..." "Who owns you?" Conner went down to the floor, bowing completely to the boy, "You Damian, only you." "Climax, repeat." Damian says and the Conner begins to howl on the ground. Damian walked out of the shower, confident in his new possession. Naked he sat down at the batcomupter, "Call Jon." The computer dialed quickly and Jon's voice came through the speaker, "Damian?" "Hey, me and Conner were hanging out...you wanna join us?" "I'm grounded," Jon pouted. "What if I got Conner to ask your mom, and promise you'll stay here? After all he was the one who said It was your fault, what if I got him to say it wasn't?" There was a pause, "You can get Conner to do that?" Damian looked over at the naked clone on the floor of the shower, body convulsing as he came over and over, "Oh I think I can talk him into it." "That would be cool!" Damian smiled, "Cool indeed."