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Black Mercy was one sick plant.

Tim understood that it was originally created with good intentions - to place dying patients into a world of their dreams to live out their final days. Seems nice, sure, except why would they make it basically indestructible. What was the point of that?! Do dying patients somehow gain the autonomic function of punching their own chests? Is there some psychopath going around ripping these things off of dying people? Why the hell would this piece of shit plant need to be more durable than his kryptonian boyfriend?!

Of course they would be used as a weapon!

Speaking of his boyfriend, Conner was found only a day ago standing in the middle of his bedroom with a writhing, black tentacled plant strapped to his chest. Apparently, someone else had figured out the absurd capabilities of Black Mercy and decided to use it against him. How shocking. Even worse, the plant slowly fed on the psychic energy of its host until their mind was completely lost. That meant that they were on a timer. With no real way of prying the plant from Conner’s body, the only other option was to get Conner to willingly give up his dream world. It was easier said than done. Whatever he was seeing, Conner probably didn’t have much of a reason to suspect it wasn’t real. It was why Black Mercy was so effective at taking out powerful opponents. Very few have managed to escape its hold. Even fewer have been the same people afterward.

Well…of course TIm had to go in after him. He wasn’t about to leave his boyfriend to rot. Realistically, he had no way of penetrating whatever fantasy Black Mercy was creating, but he had a couple of friends who were better suited for this kind of stuff. So he got some help from Raven. She was able to cast a spell that would push Tim’s consciousness into Conner’s mind. That would do.

So now Tim was in Conner’s fantasy world, linking arms with his boyfriend as they walked alongside a busy world. Tim…tried not to stare.

Look. He knew his boyfriend was kinky - a downright pervert - but…

This?!

Tim reached down to try and tug his shorts further down his leg. It was a futile effort. The skimpy piece of leather was so short that his ass hung out. The bottom seam ran up in a diagonal across his cheeks, exposing the bottom curve of each lovely mound to the public’s view. The material hugged his hips so tightly that it was constantly riding up into the split of his ass. There was a thick, silver zipper that ran down his crotch and then continued all the way up around the back. Tim instinctively closed his knees whenever thinking about what that particular feature was for. The rest of his clothing was only slightly less revealing - a cropped leather jacket that was too short to close and a fishnet shirt that stopped high enough to still leave his hips exposed. At least his combat boots were actual boots.

It came as a shock when he found out that this was Conner’s ideal version of him. He wanted to be furious at first, but he always struggled to stay angry at his boyfriend. In the real world, Conner would constantly praise his looks. He called Tim pretty, beautiful, handsome, sexy, and just about every version of “good-looking” that you could find. “Let’s go out dancing, princess!” Conner had once said, despite Tim’s constant protest of the pet name. The kryptonian probably just liked seeing him riled up. “I want to watch all the guys’ heads turn once they see what a catch you are.” As much as Conner teased him, he also complimented him more than Tim could often handle. Conner treated him like he was a treasure. So when he found out that this is what he wore in Conner’s dream world, it came off as less of something degrading and more of his boyfriend adoring the chance to show him off.

Then again, he wasn’t the only person dressed like they were prowling the red-light district. No, most people, of just about every age and gender, were adorned with skimpy outfits that made them easy to ogle, and no one seemed to mind doing it. They didn’t stop at ogling though. No, curious touches and caresses were quite common. So were splayful slaps and gropes. People could be seen kissing and grinding against one another at almost every bus stop, and they couldn’t walk a single block without seeing people having sex! Just…right there! Out in public!

It was such a disorienting change from the real world. Tim walked funny trying to hide his body from the many eager observers. Of course his boyfriend would dream up some free-use fantasy, but to know that this is how he actually wished the world was like was a bit of a wake-up call.

There…was a good part in all this though, one that Tim was a little reluctant to admit. Sure, everyone got to see him dressed like a slut, but the same was said for Conner, and his kryptonian boyfriend was hot! He was a handsome guy normally, and his leather jacket/hero outfit mix often had Tim staring, but now that was all turned up to eleven. Conner still had the leather jacket, unchanged, but the superman suit was gone. Instead, he wore a thick, leather harness. Straps ran up and under his fat, muscular pecs - both swollen to be round and absolutely mouth-watering. Thinner strips of material criss-crossed down his perfect, washboard abs. It took everything in Tim’s power not to run his hands over each immaculate bump. Conner wore long, skin-tight leather chaps with a black jockstrap covering his front. It was bulging so much, as though constantly on the verge of an erection. Tim let out a small groan at the thought.

“What’s with you?” Conner asked, a small chuckle mixed into his tone. He gingerly rubbed over Tim’s leather-clad pucker the same way he normally thumbed over the small of his back. It made Tim shudder lightly. “I would say that you’re shyer than normal, but you’ve been eyeing me so hungrily.” His voice lowered to the same gruffy, seductive tone that Tim knew so well. Conner reached over to gently grip his jaw, angling it up so he could whisper into his ear. “Eager, princess? Want me to take you here and now?”

Tim was humiliated by the groan that slipped through his lips. Conner’s bedroom tone always made him want to melt into the kryptonian’s muscles. And despite how embarrassing the proposition was, he could feel a surge of heat go through him. Was it because of some undiscovered kink, or had some parts of Conner’s dream-Tim been left behind after real-Tim took his place? He didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

Regardless, he resisted the urge to obey. That was reserved for the bedroom. Instead, he gave Conner the weakest glare a human could muster. “We-we're in public, Conner!”

His boyfriend raised an eyebrow. “Well, yeah!” His voice carried a silent “duh” with it. “When has that ever stopped us before?” And the implication of that statement had Tim blushing fiercely. Sure, he figured it might have been the case, but having it confirmed still stirred up his body in a weird way. It was embarrassing too, enough for him to let out a small groan and bury his face into Conner’s shoulder. The taller boy frowned lightly. His amusement transformed into concern as he stopped and turned to face Tim, hand gingerly cupping his chin. “Hey, look at me baby.” And Tim listened, letting the hand tilt his chin up like a docile cat. He was so weak to Conner’s demands. “What’s wrong?” his boyfriend asked, hand pressing up to his forehead. “Are you not feeling well? We can go home if you’re sick.”

Tim felt his heart melt at Conner’s concern. He also felt his blood run hot as he fought to keep his eyes off of his boyfriend’s incredible pecs. “N-no,” Tim said, hand reaching up to lay over Conner’s own. “I’m fine.” He wished that he could tell Conner why he was embarrassed - that this world wasn’t real and just a manifestation of his perverted, kinky needs. Revealing that bit too early, however, might make him seem like the crazy one in this reality. So, he’d have to find some other way of getting Conner out of here. “I’m just…feeling like having more privacy today.”

“Aww~,” Conner cooed. His blue eyes sparkled with adoration as he kissed Tim’s forehead. “Don’t worry, princess.”

“I’m not a…!”

“If privacy is what you want,” the kryptonian continued without pause, “then I’ll carve out a few hours this evening to make sure we have it, okay?”

It wasn’t exactly the sort of promise he was hoping for, but he supposed something was better than nothing. With a small sigh, he nudged his cheek against Conner’s palm. Regardless of the situation, the tender warmth comforted him. “Thanks, Conner. I appreciate th-...”

“Sup, faggots!”

The insult was actually so unusual to Tim that he flinched. With a sour taste, he turned his head at who exactly had uttered it. And when he saw the guy, Tim couldn’t bite back the exasperated groan.

Fucking Doug Miller - a football rival from Smallville. The large teen was built like a truck, massive rippling muscles that were more for show than anything practical. The guy was a massive douche with too much confidence for being just a normal guy. Sure, he wasn’t aware of Conner’s superpowers because he hid them well, but was it really that hard to figure it out? Tim wasn’t sure what he expected. Doug was a dumb, intolerant bully. He was actually a bit surprised that he wasn’t just wiped completely from Conner’s dream world. And yet, here he was, dressed in his football jersey and a jockstrap.

“Hey Doug,” Conner said, his voice kept even and casual. He was used to the quarterback’s insults and was more than willing to engage in a verbal spat. “Was that insult thrown my way? Shame on you!” he said with mock hurt. Playfully, he waggled his finger in front of the player with a tsk of his tongue. “Didn’t you know? We’re still in the closet.” He half-whispered it like a secret as he reached down to squeeze Tim’s ass. It drew an indignant squawk from the boy.

He was fine with Conner groping him in this perverted reality, but not in front of this asshole.

“Gross,” Doug commented, his eyes rolling up to avoid having to look at the other’s skimpy clothes. “Seriously, sex with another dude? I can’t imagine how you fags can enjoy something so disgusting.”

“Oh, is this about the butt part?” Conner teased with a subtle roll of his eyes. “What’s wrong, Doug? The cheerleaders you hook up with never give you that special treatment?” he asked, slowing down the words to emphasize them at the end.

“What…?” The jock looked down to meet Conner’s smug look, surprised at the insinuation, and then irritated by the accusation. “Of course they have!” he retaliated.

“I’m sure a big, handsome guy like you must get that backdoor access quite a lot,” Conner encouraged, his lips pulling up into a small smirk. Tim glanced up at his boyfriend with a raised brow.

“Yeah! You fucking bet I do!” Doug said, looking much too confident as he crossed his arms proudly over his chest.

Conner whistled at the jock - just flirtatious enough to throw the big idiot off balance. “Wow, man. Guess that makes you an ass guy.” He gave a small shrug, a sly little smile adorning his smug face. “Hey, no biggie. I can relate. I mean, I have access to the best ass around!”

“Conner!” Tim cried out, stamping his foot as heat rushed to his face.

That particular reaction didn’t seem to dissuade the kryptonian one bit. No, before Tim could say more, Conner took him by the hand and spun him around. It threw the smaller boy off balance, causing him to tumble face-first into his boyfriend’s immaculate pecs (pro) and lean forward enough to push his ass out towards Doug (con). Conner’s hands ran down his sides and firmly curved around each plump cheek. He bounced them up and down in his palms, much to Tim’s dismay. “I mean, come on. Just look at this beauty! How could you not be tempted!”

“The hell! That’s…dude, that’s disgusting! I’m not going to be interested in another guy’s…in his…!”

“Then why are you staring at it so much?” There was a malicious coo to Conner’s tone as he worked Tim’s ass to make it move as seductively as possible. It had Tim groaning in sheer embarrassment as he tried to hide his face in the kryptonian’s chest. He was ashamed at the feeling of arousal slowly stirring inside him - as though being shown off to this asshole was actually doing something for him. Or maybe it was supposed to do something for dream-Tim? “You look pretty fascinated for someone as straight as a nail,” he teased. And then he whispered the next part, as though uttering a secret. “Maybe the hammer was just a tad crooked.”

“No way!” Doug proclaimed, his eyes watching the bounce of Tim’s ass with a conflicted glare. “Absolutely not! I’m not a fucking fa-gaahh!”

In a fraction of a millisecond, Conner had moved with inhumane speed to maneuver around Tim, sweep Doug’s leg, and return back to where he was before. Tim noticed, but he was used to it. Doug, however, probably had no clue as to why he was now laying flat on the sidewalk. “Oh, wow! That’s a big fall, buddy! I even knocked that jock strap loose.” He rested his arm on Tim’s head and pointed down towards where the bully’s jockstrap had slid down and tucked itself beneath his heavy balls, exposing Doug’s thick, throbbing erection. “Quite a nice cock there.” And curiosity got the better of Tim with that statement. He tried to peek over his shoulder, but Conner was quick to manhandle him around to fully face the dazed bully. Tim’s eyes zeroed in on the tall, girthy shaft. Something in him, something that he partially disdained, sent pulses of heat through his body. Conner’s lips pressed against his ear. “Looks good, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”

Despite himself, Tim found his head dumbly nodding to the suggestion. Surely some part of dream-Tim still remained, overwise he wouldn’t be salivating as he watched a bead of pre-cum push out from the fat tip and roll down the heavy length. Tim shivered as a breathy whine escaped his lips.

Conner’s hand slid down Tim’s back and snaked between his thighs, palming at his leather-clad bulge. It had the boy wonder leaning back against him, one hand gripping his harness as his hips rolled up in an involuntary search of pleasure. Conner chuckled into his ear just before he spoke. “Damn, Doug! That’s a pretty big erection for someone who’s uninterested in something so ’disgusting.’” His fingers nimbly pinched the zipper of Tim’s booty-shorts, slowly pulling it down the open breeze freely caressed his stiffening dick. “Well, we can’t leave that unattended, can we?” He pulled the zipper all the way up Tim’s behind, leaving his plump rear exposed between two rows of silver, metal teeth. Slowly, he was turned around to face his boyfriend, meeting the kryptonian’s hungry, lust-filled gaze. Tim whimpered quietly; he knew that look. It’s the look Conner gave him whenever he wanted to do something really kinky. And sure enough, Tim found himself being gently forced back until his feet straddled Doug’s legs - the bully just starting to pull himself up. With a salacious smile, Conner put both hands on his boyfriend’s shoulders and gently began pushing him down. “Sit for me, baby.”

A look of docile confusion filled Tim’s flustered face. Without complaint, he obediently sunk down, legs bending and hips lowering until something hot and thick nudged up between his cheeks. Where repulsion should have kicked in was instead abject arousal. Tim’ despite himself, grinned wide in excitement as he maneuvered his waist around, guiding Doug’s big dick right up against his puckered rim.

Hands flew to his waist, but they pushed up instead of pulling down. “The hell?! Stop!”

Tim didn’t stop. Though leaner and slimmer, he could exert more force than Doug. He was stronger where it counted. And more importantly, Conner wanted to see him get fucked by this bully. Tim knew that, because every ounce of hesitation was replaced with a submissive heat that quickly infested his mind. In Conner’s dream world, he whored out Tim to whoever he saw fit. The erotic fantasy flooded his head as Black Mercy worked to change him - make him exactly how Conner wanted. It wasn’t a full transition, but it was enough that Tim giddily sunk down, spearing himself on Doug’s cock until his ass was flush with the jock’s hips.

“Shit! Wai-gahh! Ohh-oohhhhh~!” Doug’s hands tightened around his waist as his length was sheathed into Tim’s tight heat. All the while, Tim kept his eyes on Conner, watching how arousal spiked in his gaze. That turned Tim on more than anything - knowing just how much Conner enjoyed watching him ride someone else. Tim’s lips parted with a deep, needy moan. He started working his hips, lifting them up and down as Doug’s dick slid up along his sensitive walls.

Conner’s fingers ran through his hair. “Yeah, baby…,” he said - the words escaping in a lustful breath. He gripped Tim’s dark locks into a loose fist. “Look at those beautiful thighs of yours, flexing as you ride that big dick of his.” Conner’s thumb worked at the button of his leather pants, swiftly undoing it.

“Auunggh~!” A high-pitched whine left Tim’s lips as he furiously began to bounce himself on Doug’s shaft, bouncing his plump ass up and down to the point of overstimulation. It was worth it, though, because Conner watched him all the hungrier.

“Ahhck-...Fuck! Wait!” Doug’s hands slid up and under Tim’s pits to try and lift him by his top. “I don’t…this is disgus-...”

“Shut it, asshole.” Conner’s tone was sharp and commanding - playful pretense cast aside. In the same moment, the kryptonian’s thick member flopped down against Tim’s face. His boyfriend pulled his hair back, tilting his nose up against the thick shaft. Tim’s nostrils flared as the heady scent filled his lungs. His mouth opened like an automated response, saliva already pooling along his lip. Conner was so much bigger than Doug, the weight of his cock hot and heavy against Tim’s face. “My boyfriend just gifted you his perfect ass,” he spat out, hips pulling back to drag his length down Tim’s lips. “Either learn to love it, or suffer in silence for all I care.”

“Ohh! Damn it!” Doug screamed. He pinned Tim’s arms to his sides, taking hold of his slender body and ramming up into his ass. Tim’s squeal was muffled by Conner’s dick, sliding so easily down his throat. Dream-Tim must have warmed this dick every night for his throat to be this loose, and the thought made him dizzy with heat. Doug’s hands slid down to drab his wrists. They were yanked behind him, pulling his ass down as he furiously pounded into him.

Conner tugged at Tim’s hair until his nose was buried in his boyfriend’s pubes. “Good boy~” he cooed, fingers petting Tim’s head. “I’m so close, watching you like this. Can you feel it?” Conner’s balls pulsed and drew up against Tim’s chin. A small whimper rippled up along his throat. “Good. Finish us off, sweetheart.”

And like releasing a wind-up toy, Tim’s body began moving on its own. He swallowed rapidly around Conner’s cock, tightening his throat like an automated pocket pussy. His ass squeezed and massaged the penetrating length. Doug’s head was thrown back as he shook and spasmed, absolutely losing his mind. Tim felt a rush of elation as heat blossomed inside his guts, Doug’s cum jettisoned into his depths. Moments later, thick bursts of kryptonian seed spilled down into his belly.

Tim was quivering when Conner slowly dragged his length out from his gaping, messy throat. With a pleased grin, he hoisted his boyfriend up, pulling him off of Doug’s cock as the jock gave a small whimper from below. “Such a good boy,” Conner praised, running a hand through Tim’s hair. The boy was barely conscious, but he felt satisfied in a way he’s never felt before, even with his glazed lips and hole drooling with seed. “C’mon,” Conner said, giving a tap beneath his chin before amusingly tugging his boyfriend along. “We still have places to be.”

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“Places to be” ended up being a…shibari shop? Tim wasn’t sure what it was, exactly. Conner seemed to have some kind of appointment, because they quickly pulled Tim aside and wrapped his body entirely in a big, shiny red ribbon. A boy was tied around his waist, but otherwise his movement was unrestricted. It was…odd, to say the least. He probably wouldn’t have minded if it hadn’t made him look even more like a slut. He was more exposed than ever.

And now, after Conner had flown him through busy, bustling streets while carrying him bridal style, they were landing down at the Kent farm. Great. So..he was about to get dicked down by Super-man?

“Conner,” Tim asked, his voice a mixture of confusion and reluctant acceptance, “why am I dressed like this?”

The kryptonian laughed in response, and Tim pouted against his boyfriend’s pec. It was hard to be upset when he was still being carried - held so close to Conner’s hot bod. “You ask that like you don’t know,” he said, eyebrow quirking upward. An amused smirk tugged at his lips. “And what’s with calling me by my first name suddenly? You get tired of ‘Daddy?’”

Tim’s face turned scarlet as he choked on a response.

He calls Tim what?

Sure...he had a secret kink here and there, but he didn’t know that Conner knew that one.

“Sounds bratty,” came a deeper, more gravelly voice. “Maybe you should punish him.” The words belonged to a large wall of gray muscle walked beside them, his outfit just as revealing as Conner’s own. He was humanoid with red eyes and jagged white hair. His physique was anything but human.

Doomboy.

“And why is he here!?” Tim said, gesturing out with exasperated motions as he summoned up a weak glare.

“Yeesh!” Doomboy retorted, eyebrow raised as he looked down towards a cradled Tim. “What’s got him in such a mood?” he asked, gaze going back to Conner. The kryptonian only shrugged.

This Doomboy…was not the same Doomboy he knew, obviously. It was a peculiar choice of best friend in Conner’s dream world, but he supposed he was one of the few people his age that could actually contest his boyfriend in strength. Maybe he always wanted a friendly rival?

“He just wants something a little more intimate tonight,” Conner explained in defense. And then added on, “We probably won’t stay for dinner, by the way.”

“Guess I’ll stay then, just in case he wants something extra afterward.”

Tim raised an eyebrow at his lack of context. Who were they even talking about?

“Oh, hey Jon!” Conner called out. He repositioned his arms beneath Tim so he could wave to someone in the distance. Tim followed his gaze out into the field.

His jaw dropped.

Jon Kent, as a kryptonian, was built a bit different than most 10-year-olds. His body had taken on a lot more definition much more quickly. His back, though slender and still carrying traces of baby fat, flexed and tensed with each motion of his arms. His legs were smooth and youthful, but thick and powerful all the same. Sweat dampened his skin, making it glisten in the afternoon soon. Droplets gathered on his shoulder blades until they grew heavy enough to roll down his spine, disappearing between two thickly curved cheeks.

The boy wasn’t wearing a thing - probably his normal state when doing farm work.

As the sound reached his ears, Jon turned, his bright blue eyes illuminating with excitement as he beamed towards the trio. “Conner!” he called out, gleeful as he trotted forward, meeting the group halfway.

Tim choked on a gasp. His eyes stared, stunned, at the behemoth that hung between Jon’s legs. Up until now, Conner’s had been the biggest he’s ever seen. Only Beast Boy could compare to it. And yet, Jon’s won out by a few inches. He was thicker too. And his balls…they were so big!

Jon gave a subtle roll of his hips, making his fat length sway forward. Tim’s gaze snapped up to meet the younger boy’s sparkling eyes. He looked…a little proud. Excited, maybe. Tim’s face turned scarlet as he realized that he’d been caught looking.

“How’s the birthday boy?” Conner asked, offering a high-five that Jon happily reciprocated.

“Feeling ready to play!” Jon chirped back.

“No doubt,” Doomboy said. “Good to see you, little man.” He held his fist out, and Jon floated up to bump it with his own. It only made his dick hang so much closer to Tim’s face. “You want to start right away, or do you need to finish some work first?”

“Got done early today,” Jon said, his voice of giddy energy. “Let’s start now.” As he floated back down, he delicately took both of Tim’s wrists and gently tugged him out of Conner’s arms, helping him onto his feet.

Tim gave the boy an awkward smile. “Uh…happy birthday, Jon.” It felt weird saying it to a version of Jon that he knew wasn’t real.

The naked boy happily grinned back in response. “Thanks, Tim!” And then, as gently as he could, he…pushed Tim down onto his knees.

…huh?

“How do you want me to prepare him?” Doomboy asked, dropping down behind Tim and placing a heavy hand on his shoulder.

What?

“Fast and messy this year,” Jon said. His hand was already working along his shaft, running up and down the length with smooth, even motions. “I don’t want to wait much longer.”

Tim blinked. He stared blankly at Jon’s stiffening shaft, eyeing the length as his mind worked to register the out-of-context information. Doomboy pressed a hand up against his flank, thumbing between his cheeks, still messy with Doug’s seed. Conner had already undone his leather pants, like he was preparing to jack off to his favorite porn video. And Jon was waiting to…use his dick….on his birthday…while Tim was wrapped in ribbon….

…

“What the FU-AAAaunngGhh!” His cry of brain-shattering realization was cut short by the thick cock being pushed up through his loosened rim. Doomboy sheathed it all in one go, the sheer size pushing up against his belly. And his body just accepted it - like a well-used cocksleeve. Tim’s insides tried to clenched around the girth, but barely even budged. It was just too big. And so, so good! It worried him that he could tell its size just from how snugly it was buried in his ass. Doomboy was as big as Conner, which meant it hit every right spot that his body had been trained to love.

“You heard the man, Tim,” Doomboy said, his voice a tense gruff as he flexed his cock against the boy’s walls. “Hang tight. I’mma ‘bout to give you the quickest stretch of your life.” His arms wrapped Tim, one fitting snuggly around his neck as the other gripped the top of his head - a full head-lock. And then he worked with abandon. Those super-powered hips drove up into Tim, slamming into his guts with quick, ferocious thrusts.

“Ooohh-oh guuaaahh!” Tim’s mouth fell open, eyes rolling back as the length pressed continuously against his prostrate, dragging against the little pleasure in an utter onslaught of quickly forced ecstasy. He was assaulted with pleasure. It was so fast and overstimulating that his hands weakly went up to grab at Doomboy’s arms, but they had no strength. All he managed to do was pet at those muscular biceps that held his head in place. “Uunghh! Auhh!”

“Where’s your dad at, Jon?” Conner asked Jon, his voice kept casual except for the slight salacious edge as he watched Tim be taken. “Thought your old man was meeting us out here. He’s due to get plowed.”

“He’s at the house helping mom and Damian set up the party.” Jon gave the information with the said relaxed tone. Though, his voice was noticeably peaking with excitement as he continued to work his length. “I told him what time you’d be here.”

“And he didn’t come?” Doomboy asked. He spoke between labored grunts as he hunched over Tim, enveloping him in thick, bare muscle. The sounds of skin slapping against skin grew wet and sloppy as the excess pre slicked his dick. “Bold move to disobey the one…ngh!...fucking him into his mattress every night.”

“Not every night,” Jon responded.

“But most nights,” Doomboy teased. He yanked Tim’s head up, tilting it so he could see the dizzy, tongue-lolled expression of the moaning boy. His eyes were rolled open, jaw slack, as an onslaught of moans were pushed up from his lungs. Doomboy chuckled tersely and spat into Tim’s open mouth. Off to the side, Conner groaned appreciatively. The ribbon-tied slut whined as Doomboy continued his rough, powerful thrusts. “I hope it hasn’t distracted you from Damian. That brat can throw quite a tantrum when he’s…frustrated.”

“He’s just grumpy sometimes,” Jon excused. “But he’s sleeping over for the whole week, and he said we could have sex whenever I wanted! We’ve done it every night, every morning - he even sneaks into my school!” He grinned cheerily as he reminisced, his cock stiffening even more. “You should see his belly. It’s rounded out all the time now!” And then, shortly after saying those words, Jon’s smile degrades into a tight-lipped frown. His cheeks puffed out in a childish pout. “Still not pregnant though…,” he muttered.

“Still not how that works,” Doomboy retorted, playfully rolling his eyes. “You believe this kid?” he remarked towards Conner.

“....whaz that? I wasn’t listening.”

“Damn!” Doomboy exclaimed. “You really are obsessed with watching Tim get dicked down. It’s almost excessive.”

“Can’t stop, won’t stop,” Conner said, blinking back some of the haze in his eyes to offer up a charming grin. He took a step forward and leaned down towards his boyfriend’s face. His eyes were glimmering with a fiery heat. “You can’t really blame me, can you? Just look at him!” And he didn’t have to spare a glance to know that the other two were doing just that. “He’s a beauty. Especially like this.” A small chuckle fell from his lips. “And I can’t exactly admire all the angles if I’m the one doing the breeding, now can I?”

Tim tried to wonder what all his good angles could be, because right now he felt like a filthy mess. He was moaning uncontrollably, the sounds pouring from his mouth in a dissonant chorus of rampant lust. Drool poured from his lolled tongue all over Doomboy’s arm, which held his head securely in place. His lips were pulled into a wide grin as his insides burned with radiating pleasure. It warmed his entire body, filling his mind with a dizzy heat. His prostrate was being attacked with every brutal thrust and it was good! So good!

“Hey Doomboy, I’m ready for him,” Jon said, gleefully admiring the sight of Tim’s erotic expression. “Can you give me sloppy seconds?”

“Oh yeah,” Doomboy purred. He chuckled, low and grumbly, right up against Tim’s ear. It made the man tremble excitedly. The cock buried into Tim’s ass throbbed against him. It pushed up into his stretched hole with more pointed thrusts. “One. Twinkie. Coming. Up!” Doomboy’s dick pulsed as powerful jets of seed doused Tim’s inner passage. The smaller slut cried out in pleasure, eyes rolling back, as his own smaller length jumped and bounced, spewing a much smaller amount of semen onto the ground.

“Damn…,” Conner uttered, his voice hot and breathless as he started furiously tugging at his engorged cock. His chest heaved with heavy breaths as his balls drew upward. “Oh…Tim!” His throat clenched up as he tensed. With a strangled groan, pearly white streams pushed through his swollen tip. Tim’s face was painted with the hot, heavy ropes of Conner’s cum. It burned his face with a comforting, entrancing heat. His nostrils flared as his boyfriend’s heady scent, stronger than ever, flooded his senses, clouding his mind. And it lingered though - coating his lewd expression until they were all concluded. It was too much - too overstimulating. He felt the world around him blurring away.

The only thing that kept him from going completely unconscious was the push of something much bigger stretching his already gaped hole. The thrill of his body adapting to the size shocked him into lucidity. With a long, wild groan, he registered the sensation of Jon’s cock pushing until there was no more room to spare, and then pushing in a little more. Tim turned his dizzy gaze up to see Jon kneeling between his spread legs, fully sheathed. When had he been laid down on his back? It didn’t matter - not now that Jon’s hands were tightly gripping his waist. The kid’s cock created a noticeable and recognizable bulge in his belly as it pushed up into his guts. It only added heat to the burning inferno of Tim’s body. And Jon was already thrusting, his pace slower and more steady than Doomboy’s. It didn’t matter. The sheer size still stimulated his sensitive walls more than he could comprehend.

It was good! So good!

“So how’d you get your old pops to be your personal cum dumpster anyhow?” Doomboy asked. Conversation was happening around Tim, but he had such a hard time hearing it. It was so muddled and distant. “Can’t believe Superman let that happen.”

“Jon snuck into his room and fucked him in his sleep,” Conner explained. Tim could feel his boyfriend’s eyes on him, sweeping over his form repeatedly to memorize every detail as his younger brother bred him senseless. “Clark made the mistake of not withdrawing consent beforehand.”

So consent was assumed unless withdrawn. Made sense for a free-use world. It was good information; it meant Tim could stop this by just saying so. But..why would he? His belly was so full of cock! It seared pleasure into every bit of his body, driving him wild with ecstasy. He flailed, but Jon held him steady, keeping him in place like a good little fleshlight.

“Dad’s…nghh!...butt is one of the best. It was made to be bred.” He licked his lips as he stared down at Tim, watching the bulge in his belly move. “And he always had it at eye-level for me!”

“I think that means you’re small,” Doomboy remarked.

“Speaking of a big, fat, muscled ass!” Jon continued, turning to grin giddily at Doomboy. “Dad’s off-world for a full two weeks next month. I’m going to need a different muscle-slut to take his place!”

Doomboy raised a brow, his confusion showing clear and day as he slowly gestured towards Conner. “So…your brother?”

“Not a chance, Dooms.”

“Wait…you can’t mean me!” Doomboy exclaimed.

Jon grinned brightly towards the hero. “You have a great ass, Doomboy!”

“You’ve never seen it!”

“You don’t leave much to the imagination,” Conner teased.

“And I have X-ray vision!” Jon chirped, pointing with one finger towards his shining blue eyes.

“Yeah, sure…but you haven’t been interested until now,” Doomboy guessed. He looked a little concerned, as though he knows just what Jon’s cock can do to someone.

“I look at it whenever I can!” Jon exclaimed. “You have such a nice ass, Doomboy!” His giddiness affected his rhythm, making his thrusts faster and more erratic. He was bouncing Tim’s body forward with every drive upward into his guts, making the man’s moans stuttered and broken. Tim’s eyes were teary with the immense pleasure coursing through him. And as his head fell to the side, they locked with Conner’s. The Kryptonian was still watching, a renewed erection in his hand.

Tim whined.

Hot! It’s too hot!

“My missions usually take me out of the country,” Doomboy said, racking his brain for reasons as to why Jon couldn’t get his hands on him.

“My dad can fix that!” he happily supplied.

Doomboy chewed on his bottom lip. “I’m not a bottom.”

“I’ll fix that!” Jon chirped.

“....fuck!”

Jon frowned at the choice of words. “Language!” he chastised, his frustration leaking into his thrusts, making them rougher as he plowed into his sloppy toy. Tim’s euphoric squeals died on his throat. His mouth opened more, but only strangled little sounds were forced out as his body was jerked and pulled onto Jon’s cock. His eyes couldn’t leave Conner’s, the kryptonian watching him with an adoring expression. A bead of pre leaked from his cock, and Tim hungrily watched it fall before his eyes snapped back up. Conner licked his lips, and Tim’s body ran hot.

His boyfriend chuckled, but the words he spoke next were lost to him. “Guess you’ll have to punish him, Jon.”

“Dad likes being spanked too,” the young kryptonian remarked.

“You’ve been swearing too!” Doomboy countered.

“Yeah! But only as sex talk, and that’s perfectly fine!” He turned his attention back to the writhing, drooling Tim. Smiling, he leaned down to sweetly kiss at his neck. “How else am I supposed to tell Tim what a pretty bitch he is?”

Tim’s breath hitched. His body arched up into the younger’s touch. Conner’s eyes held his own as th eman’s scent still stained his face.

“Good boy,” Conner mouthed, the words offered silently to a whining Tim.

Tim’s mind was mush. He felt so good! Everything was so good!

I’m a good bitch! A good bitch boy!

“His ass is so snug!” Jon praised, his tone holding an innocent kind of sincereness as he worked himself deeper, his balls smashing into Tim’s cheeks. “Just a beautiful cum-slut for me.”

“He’s right,” Conner mouthed again, smirking lightly as he lost himself to the sight of Tim being driven into blissful madness.

Just a slut! A beautiful cum-slut!

Jon pressed forward, pushing Tim’s legs up to his chest so he could nibble against the man’s ear. He chuckled sweetly into his tender skin. His words were breathy little tingles inside his mind. “Let’s make that pussy drool out a river.”

“Cum for him, Tim”

“Aaaunngghh~!” Tim’s eyes rolled back as his vision burned white. His body arched up, unable to stop the wave of euphoric bliss that overtook him. Sticky heat flooded his belly in an unending stream, but he could barely feel it. His mind was dulled with stimulation beyond words.

So amazing! Tim’s pussy feels amazing!

What was his mission here? What was he trying to do?

Didn’t matter.

This world was perfect!