{"id":56,"date":"2021-08-18T20:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-08-18T20:00:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2021-11-17T04:45:54","modified_gmt":"2021-11-17T04:45:54","slug":"green-lantern-emerald-downgrade-chapter-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worldofgaysuperheroes.com\/index.php\/2021\/08\/18\/green-lantern-emerald-downgrade-chapter-11\/","title":{"rendered":"Green Lantern: The Emerald Downgrade Chapter 11"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"yasr-auto-insert-overall\"><!--Yasr Overall Rating Shortcode--><div class='yasr-container-custom-text-and-overall'>\n                   <span id='yasr-custom-text-before-overall'>Our Score<\/span>\n                <\/div><div class=\"yasr-overall-rating\"><div class=' yasr-rater-stars'\n                           id='yasr-overall-rating-rater-ac5ad962f7946'\n                           data-rating='0'\n                           data-rater-starsize='24'>\n                       <\/div><\/div><!--End Yasr Overall Rating Shortcode--><\/div><div style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"yasr-auto-insert-visitor\"><!--Yasr Visitor Votes Shortcode--><div id='yasr_visitor_votes_94572aeda96c4' class='yasr-visitor-votes'><div class=\"yasr-custom-text-vv-before yasr-custom-text-vv-before-56\">Click to rate this post!<\/div><div id='yasr-vv-second-row-container-94572aeda96c4' \n                                        class='yasr-vv-second-row-container'><div id='yasr-visitor-votes-rater-94572aeda96c4'\n                                      class='yasr-rater-stars-vv'\n                                      data-rater-postid='56' \n                                      data-rating='3'\n                                      data-rater-starsize='24'\n                                      data-rater-readonly='false'\n                                      data-rater-nonce='3488f5453b' \n                                      data-issingular='false'\n                                    ><\/div><div class=\"yasr-vv-stats-text-container\" id=\"yasr-vv-stats-text-container-94572aeda96c4\"><svg xmlns=\"https:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\" width=\"20\" height=\"20\" \n                                   class=\"yasr-dashicons-visitor-stats\"\n                                   data-postid=\"56\" \n                                   id=\"yasr-stats-dashicon-94572aeda96c4\">\n                                   <path d=\"M18 18v-16h-4v16h4zM12 18v-11h-4v11h4zM6 18v-8h-4v8h4z\"><\/path>\n                               <\/svg><span id=\"yasr-vv-text-container-94572aeda96c4\" class=\"yasr-vv-text-container\">[Total: <span id=\"yasr-vv-votes-number-container-94572aeda96c4\">1<\/span>  Average: <span id=\"yasr-vv-average-container-94572aeda96c4\">3<\/span>]<\/span><\/div><div id='yasr-vv-loader-94572aeda96c4' class='yasr-vv-container-loader'><\/div><\/div><div id='yasr-vv-bottom-container-94572aeda96c4' \n                              class='yasr-vv-bottom-container'\n                              style='display:none'><\/div><\/div><!--End Yasr Visitor Votes Shortcode--><\/div>\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-post\" data-elementor-id=\"56\" class=\"elementor elementor-56\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-386c9a1d elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"386c9a1d\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-11660831\" data-id=\"11660831\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-778c5234 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"778c5234\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<style>\/*! elementor - v3.7.8 - 02-10-2022 *\/\n.elementor-widget-text-editor.elementor-drop-cap-view-stacked .elementor-drop-cap{background-color:#818a91;color:#fff}.elementor-widget-text-editor.elementor-drop-cap-view-framed .elementor-drop-cap{color:#818a91;border:3px solid;background-color:transparent}.elementor-widget-text-editor:not(.elementor-drop-cap-view-default) .elementor-drop-cap{margin-top:8px}.elementor-widget-text-editor:not(.elementor-drop-cap-view-default) .elementor-drop-cap-letter{width:1em;height:1em}.elementor-widget-text-editor .elementor-drop-cap{float:left;text-align:center;line-height:1;font-size:50px}.elementor-widget-text-editor .elementor-drop-cap-letter{display:inline-block}<\/style>\t\t\t\t<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Note: This is the last chapter published by the author.<em>&nbsp;<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">No copyright infringement intended; this is simply written for adult\n enjoyment. Green Lantern and other comic book characters and places \nbelong to DC. The rest of the characters and concepts are property of the authors.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">&nbsp;<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Green Lantern: The Emerald Downgrade<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p><p><em><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Authors (Plymouth58 and GoodTime)<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/em><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><\/strong><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Chapter 11<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">&nbsp; \n<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle was smiling as he entered the shower to take his much needed \nbath. Not only because he was high as fuck, nor for the relief to \nfinally getting out of his itchy and stinking Green Lantern costume to \nclean out his body, but also because apparently he had been able to \ntrick the thugs that had fucked up his brain so much. The magnificent \nvision of those first-rate half naked alpha men had almost clouded the \nmind of the lustful hero again, but despite being madly horny for them, \nhe had been able to resist their charms, keep his head reasonably clear \nand still be the same old Kyle Rayner, \u201cThe Torchbearer\u201d who shepherded \nthe light of the Green Lanterns when the Corps was destroyed.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Well, not exactly the same Kyle he used to be. He knew something was \ndifferent on him, although right now he had only vague ideas of what it \nwas. His consciousness came and went in irregular lapses and degrees, \nand what seemed an abhorrent immorality one moment, was a delicious \ntemptation the next one or it simply looked like things he would take \nany day for granted. Only the idea of fighting against T-Bone and Chuy, \nthe petty thiefs who had mindfucked him remained, albeit even that idea \nwas blurry and confusing. Green Lantern wasn\u2019t even able to think of his\n enslavers by their real names, but by those the sadistic thugs had \nimplanted in his head using the mind control device they found on the \nS.T.A.R. Labs facilities they were trying to loot.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">As turning the hot water tap, the once 100% straight superhero was \nconvinced that not losing the head completely for the overwhelming \nsensuality of those hot hunks hadn\u2019t been a minor victory. It had \nrenewed the hope he could still get his life back.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">At first, he was sure he wasn\u2019t going to be able to resist the urge \nto beat the shit out of those hot sexy Romeos for what they had done to \nhim and for the outrageous way they had made him defile his prized clown\n costume but nevertheless, the absurd amount of weed he smoked on his \narrival was working wonderfully not just taming down his rage, but also \non bringing some of the peace of mind he so badly needed.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>&#8221;Uniform\u2026 it\u2019s not a costume, is your uniform, and you should be the first one who should respect it, you dumbass\u2026<\/em>,\n he absently reminded himself, before the warning vanished into his \nfoggy thoughts. Although at the moment he had more questions than \nanswers, Kyle was feeling really good, like it wasn\u2019t that important \nthat his life were going down the drain, nor the desecration of the \nsymbol of his authority, values and beliefs, and not even that two \nvulgar street thugs were turning him into a perverted horny buffoon.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">None of that mattered right now. The hero who used to have a strict \nanti-drugs policy had been turned from overnight into an insatiable \npothead, and now was enjoying both his victory and his trip too much to \ngive a damn for almost anything.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018It\u2019s like\u2026 I don\u2019t care about nothing, man.\u2026 I just feel\u2026 funny\u2026\n and stuff and\u2026.hmm\u2026 damn, getting high feels SOOOOOOO fucking \ngoooooood\u2026\u2019<\/em>, Green Lantern thought, gloating in joy.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Only one thing exceeded the happiness for his triumph and the pride \nfor being so heavily drugged, something that beside gladden the heart of\n the once illustrious hero, was also increasing his heartbeat.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em><strong>\u201cWhere did you go, Greeny? We were, like, worried about you\u2026\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Hmmmmm\u2026 they care about me. And he was about to say it twice\u2019, Kyle mumbled softly, with sweet reverie, while soaping his body.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018They care about us, Dick Bro! Can you believe it?\u2019, the perverted \nhero dopily said to his stiff manhood, while moving it up and down to \nshow agreement. The idea that he was a horny idiot kept taking hold in \nhis mind, and the more time passed, the nickname he had given to his \npenis and the way he stupidly talked to it were coming more and more \nnatural for him. \u2018Uh-huh, I know, I know! It, like, took me by surprise \ntoo, Bro! I never expected that! You neither, right? Nahhhhhh, you \nneither, you little Bro\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">An idea had begun to take shape in Kyle\u2019s muddled swampish mind: if \nthose hot street hunks cared for him, maybe they weren\u2019t really bad men \nin the end. That would change everything. Maybe messing up with his \nuniform had been just some kind of big misunderstanding.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">From <strong>HIS<\/strong> side, not them, of course. The extensive \nmental reprogramming he had suffered had crumbled not only his sexual \norientation, morals and self-respect, but his very understanding of his \nplace in the world. With his self-esteem reduced to rubble, the \ncorrupted mindset and his new unconscious cravings for self-degradation \nthat T-Bone had implanted on him, the once proud superhero considered \nhimself so lesser, that any mistake had to come from him, not from \nsuperior men like his enslavers.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Boss said they cared about him, and like everything they said, it had\n to be true. Both studs indeed had some kind gestures with him, like \nkeeping the embarrassing secret of his faggotry, giving him their \nsupport and advice to suck his first dick, or letting him eat their \nleftovers in a dog bowl. Hell, they were even allowing him to live with \nthem in their fancy apartment! Yes, they constantly offended him with \nrude names and hurtful words, but he shouldn\u2019t complain about that. \nAfter all, he deserved that treatment, right? But it was obvious that \ndeep inside they really didn\u2019t had bad feelings for him. <em>\u2019They are so generous, when you think about it carefully<\/em>, he thought, totally oblivious to the true nature of their treatment towards him.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018A big misunderstanding, yeah. Totally unintentional, surely.\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The real Kyle Rayner would have never admitted such a fucked up idea,\n but with his reasoning skills and self-esteem totally corroded, it made\n sense enough to accept it. Not only they had convinced him they were \nmanlier and smarter than he; they implanted the firm belief they were \nindependent strong men, real heroes of life who didn\u2019t had to work for \nanyone, and would never have to. Unlike him, a closeted bummer who \nwasted half of his time playing the space cop for a group of dwarves who\n did not pay him a salary, and had been unable to keep his job as bitch \nboy on the newspaper. Fuck, the superiority of those two lazy thugs \nabove he was so big, that they barely could be considered of the same \nspecies!<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He couldn\u2019t figure out what kind of interest a pair of gallant \nsupermodels like Yummi Papi and Hot Boss could have on a fiasco like \nhim, and he would never dare to ask them. His role as a law enforcement \nofficer was not to question thugs. A donkey doesn\u2019t question its \nmuleteer, right? Such was the extent of the mindfucking treatment Green \nLantern had suffered.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He was getting increasingly curious about their reasons for deigning \nto pay attention to him. Would they be impressed by his heroic labor? by\n his skills on sucking cocks? For the foot massage he had meekly given \nto them? Nah, it had to be just blind luck. But if that was the case, \nfuck, he was a very lucky man!<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018So to speak, girly boy. You\u2019re not a man, are you?\u2019, Kyle slurred, totally unaware he was parroting T-Bones words.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Of course you\u2019re not a man, you fucking cocksucker, ohhh!! Hmmm, \nyesssss, keep talking dirty, you horny superslut, you fucking\u2026uh, no, \nno, wait, you can\u2019t keep with this, cut it out. Cut it out, you dumb \nfuck, stop\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">In his current state, the disturbed hero needed little to fall into a\n lecherous frenzy. Just a few insulting words or debasing comments, even\n coming from himself, were enough to light the wick of his libido. Now \nhowever, Boss\u2019 orders dry cut his fun:<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em><strong>\u201cTake a shower, and when you finish you\u2019re going to cook \nus breakfast and give us a full report of what you did. Now move it, \ndon\u2019t waste our time, faggot.\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle heaved a deep sigh. What he had not been able to do by his own \nwill when he woke up before dawn, to stop masturbating and control his \ncompulsion to degrade himself, he did now because of his crave to obey \nand submit. It was the same reason why he was not fingering his asshole \nwildly. Boss had told him to stop doing it, and although the urge to \npull his fingers back into his man-pussy was driving him crazy, he \nwouldn\u2019t dare to disobey the word of his gorgeous ebony God. And so, \nreluctant and chagrined, the mindfucked hero let go of his stiff manhood\n and kept bathing.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Too bad he was short of time to have another wank! He hadn\u2019t properly\n tasted cum yet. Some of it had slipped into his mouth when that giant \ndonged nerd Melvin and his inmates had rewarded him with their spunk, \nbut Boss said to leave it there before he could relish it. Now he was \ngetting increasingly curious to taste it, even if it was his own cum. \nAnd since he often wanted to pee after cumming, the best would be to \ntake the advantage of the two-for-one Dick Bro\u2019s special offer, and give\n himself a good tasty yellow watering to complement his culinary \nexperience with cock fluids. Yes, he had found the taste of urine awful,\n but perhaps he would end up loving it, just as he loved the disgusting \nacrid taste of Papi\u2019s smelly armpits. After all, he was a dirty girly \nboy\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Maybe if you give it another try\u2026 or if you try it a couple of times, just to be sure\u2026\u2019<\/em>, he thought with a big lustful smile, licking his lips. His mouth felt dry, like stuffed with cotton. <em>\u2018Fuck, just thinking about cocks and pits makes you thirsty, isn\u2019t it, Pig Lantern? Uhy, yesss, you dirty girly boy\u2026\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Nothing to do with that, actually. The dry mouth was just another \nside effect for being so heavily stoned, but he had no way to know it. \nKyle opened his mouth to drink from the shower. His hyperactive \nimagination had not undergone any change and now, at the service of his \ntainted rampant libido, it required a minimum push to work full steam on\n the most sordid and degrading sexual fantasies. He began to imagine \nthat the hot water raining over him was urine from the inmates on Coast \nCity penitentiary. In his fantasy, the inmates had made a riot, taken \ncontrol of the jail and had captured Green Lantern during one of his \npathetic attempts to enforce the law. Like usually, he had ended up on \nhis knees, defeated by the lowest criminal scum. Rows of men were \npissing all over the hero, and as the Emerald Knight was whimpering \nhelplessly on the ground, a crowd of car thieves, drug dealers, drunk \ndrivers and other petty criminals were pulling out their hard cocks, \ngetting ready to spread-eagle him and stuff The Torchbearer\u2019s guts with \ngallons and gallons of hot thick spunk\u2026.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">It was a deliciously fantasy, but his own pleasure had to wait. With \nsome effort, he focused on getting clean to distract himself from his \nburning genitals, but two questions remained: wasn\u2019t he being an \nungrateful little bitch toward those hot dreamboats? Also, Boss said he \nhad met him before, but he didn\u2019t remember him. How could he have \nforgotten an encounter with a dashing winner like hot Boss?<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh, yeah, and I must fight them to get free and all, that too\u2019, Kyle\n mumbled, as he brushed his ass furiously with a thick bristle bath \nbrush. The viscous bubble gum he had sat on was smeared all over his \nbuttocks and ended up as a big black splotch. It refused to peel off his\n ass, but he had to remove it quickly. He had to focus on getting clean,\n to make breakfast for his blue princes and give them a full report of \nhis morning patrolling.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><hr style=\"margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;\" \/><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Terry Berg was trying to enjoy the slice of red velvet cake he was \neating, but not even his favorite dessert was making much to brighten \nhis day. The balcony where his table was had a particularly nice view of\n Coast City\u2019s Memorial Park, with green meadows, lush trees around a \ncrystal clear lake, groups of people enjoying picnics and kids flying \nkites against a bright blue sky with puffy clouds that resembled \ngigantic white meringues. The view was so idyllic and perfect, that it \nbordered on cheesy.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Terry wasn\u2019t paying attention to it. He was staring into the blue summer sky, pondering about his concerns.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018That damn habit of pushing everybody aside and keeping all his problems to himself. Again.\u2019<\/em>, Terry bitterly lamented, taking another bite of his cake.<em>\u2018Hadn\u2019t he learned anything after how bad things had ended with Jane, exactly for that reason?\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Uhh, excuse me?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Huh?\u2019 Terry was startled. A thin young man just out of puberty, with\n a large platinum blonde pompadour, dressed in daisy dukes and a pink \npastel tank top was on his left, looking at him with expectant eyes. As \nimmersed as he was in his thoughts, he hadn\u2019t seen him coming.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Sorry, I didn\u2019t mean to scare you\u2019 he said in a soft voice, \u2018but \u2026 uhm, well, I saw you and I was wondering if you\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The guy left the sentence on hold, pointing to the backcover of a \nbook in his hand. The book\u2019s title was \u201cAfter I Woke Up\u201d, and the smiley\n blonde guy in the picture was indeed Terrence \u201cTerry\u201d Berg.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">A couple of years ago, when he was working as Kyle\u2019s art assistant at\n Feast Magazine in New York City, Terry was the victim of a hate crime, \nan attack that had nearly cost him his life and had put him in a brief \ncoma. It had not only shocked his friends and family, but the entire \ncountry. Fortunately, Terry came out of a coma, and after a long (and \npainful) successful recovery, Terry had become a part time activist for \nLGBT rights and sold his story to be made into a book, whose proceeds \nwere allocated entirely to projects of social activism. The book had \nbeen an immediate success and although now the hype had diminished, it \nhad never been out of print. Along with activism, his artistic work, and\n the comic he made with Kyle on their weekly page on The Planet, Terry \nhad gained a relative notoriety.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh, my Gawd!!\u2019, the blond guy chirped, when Terry confirmed his identity. \u2018Can you give me an autograph, please?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Yes, of course. Who do I dedicate it to?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018For Justin, please! The book is, like, very touching. Did you write it all by yourself?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Certain parts. I wrote the first draft, but I got a lot of help to \ngive it fully form. It was my first book, and I didn\u2019t have much \nexperience back then.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oohhhhhhhhh, I see. Hey, surely everyone asks you this and I beg your pardon for being <em>SO<\/em> clich\u00e9 but I must ask you: how do you keep yourself <em>SO<\/em> young and cute? I mean, after all these years you look <em>i-den-ti-cal<\/em> to your photo!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">It was truly a frequent question, so Terry answered as he usually did\n (trying, as always, to ignore the part where people used words like \n\u201ccute\u201d, \u201cadorable\u201d or \u201ccuddly\u201d to describe him).<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I don\u2019t smoke and I don\u2019t drink alcohol, Justin\u2019, he said with a smile, then he added, \u2018but it hasn\u2019t been that long, really\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">That part wasn\u2019t true. The photo on the back cover had been taken \nwhen he was 17 years old. Now, at 23, Terry was a little taller and his \nface was a bit more angular, but with his slender frame, 5\u2019 9&#8243; high, \nsapphire blue eyes, and wavy blonde hair down to the nape, he still \nlooked almost the same\u2026 and yeah, Terry was certainly \u201ccute\u201d.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Here you have it, Justin\u2019, Terry said with a big smile.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Awww, thanks a lot, cutie!\u2019 the little twink happily chirped again, \nand walked away with a cheerful hip shake, while Terry sighed \ninternally.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">It wasn\u2019t that it bothered him to be called \u201ccute\u201d, just because. He \nwas flattered and appreciated the kind words, but he had noticed there \nwere always people around who looked down on him or who tried to pass \nover him because of his looks, thinking he was feeble or fragile, the \nperfect victim that would accept any abuse in silence. Also, a good \nnumber of people seemed to assume he was a naive gullible teen, or \nworse, some kind of airhead himbo, which was not the case by any means. \nThere was never a lack of dirty old men around him, circling around him \nlike hungry vultures and taking for granted that he was anxious to \nbecome the sugar baby of the first stranger crossing his path; or total \nstrangers who saturated the inbox of his social networks with obscene \nphoto packs of their hard dicks and balls accompanied with their phone \nnumbers and messages like \u201cDaddy still has more for you, you little \nslut. Get your asshole out for daddy!\u201d, or something equally nasty. \nTerry was convinced that people who did that sort of thing were closer \nto baboons than human beings.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">That was sadly typical for Terry Berg: people trying to skip him in \nthe lines on the bank or offices, people who did not respect his space \nin the parking lot, lewd men making dirty proposals everywhere. Some \nemployers had even denied him good jobs a couple of times, due his young\n appearance (<em>\u201cLet me be frank, kid: people expect an art teacher to look experienced. You instead look just out of kindergarten\u201d<\/em>). Terry was tired of that crap, but his efforts to a get stronger appearance weren\u2019t paying off.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">His attempt to grow some facial hair, for example. The genetic \ninheritance from his paternal side, a family branch in which all men \nwere stocky and hairy macho yokels, with bushy mustaches and rough \nbeards (not to mention they were all as male chauvinist as the pages of a\n bible), seemed to have sidestepped him. Except for his healthy blonde \nmane, eyebrows, and inconspicuous pubic and armpit hair, Terry\u2019s body \nwas practically hairless. In one of his many bad moments, Terry\u2019s father\n had said that if it weren\u2019t for having the same eye and hair color as \nhe, his uncles and his grandfather, he would doubt Terry was his son.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">His efforts to gain volume and body mass hadn\u2019t paid off much, out of\n giving him big pecs, rounded shoulders and a big bubble ass. He had \nstopped wearing his Superman logo shirt when he found out some of the \nguys in the gym were calling him \u201cSupertwink.\u201d Kyle and David, Terry\u2019s \nlongtime boyfriend, had found it hilarious when he told them a month \nago, when they got together to grill burgers in their backyard.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Well, you\u2019re more like a \u201cSupertwunk\u201d to me, Baby.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I don\u2019t know what that means, but \u201cSupertwinky\u201d sounds bonkers\u2019, said Kyle with a laugh.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Hey, it\u201fs not funny, guys!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh, come on, Baby, it\u2019s not like they nicknamed you \u201cSuperhimbo\u201d or something mean.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I think it\u2019s mean. Most of those guys have never spoken a word to me, and they\u2019re already assuming things.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Everybody assumes things ALWAYS, Terry, and you\u2019re doing the same by\n assuming they call you that out of malice. People don\u2019t really \nunderestimate you that much. I doubt they say it disparagingly, don\u2019t \nyou think, Kyle?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019m a bit lost, guys. \u201cHimbo\u201d is the male of a bimbo girl, right? It\u2019s a blonde dumb guy?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Right. Can you pass me the ketchup, please?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Here you have it, Dave. But what\u2019s a \u201ctwink\u201d? The only twinkies I know are those cloying little cakes stuffed with cream\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Twink is a young gay man, slim and hairless with boyish looks.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Really? Oh\u2019, Kyle said, adding a surprised \u201cOH!\u201d, thinking of the \nimplications that being compared with a cake stuffed with cream would \nhad on the context of the talk.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018And what\u2019s a\u2026 how did you said? a \u201ctrunk\u201d? What does that mean? Oh, \nman, that meat smells so good. Let me give you a hand with those \nplates.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Thanks. The word is \u201ctwunk\u201d. Combining twink and hunk. It\u2019s a twink \nwith muscles. Like your friend, Superboy? the one with the leather \njacket? he\u2019s very twunk. Well, if he were gay, of course, but you got \nthe idea. Let\u2019s go to the table, guys, the burgers are ready. Now, does \n\u201cSupertwink\u201d sound mean to you, Kyle?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019m not an expert, but it doesn\u2019t sound mean to me\u2019, said Kyle, \nomitting to say that by David\u2019s definition, Terry would be, in fact, a \nsupertwink. \u2018But I think you\u2019re figuring things, Terry, like when you \nthought the girls at the front desk didn\u2019t liked you. But you know? The \nreal problem here is that you are going to the gym in a Superman \nt-shirt, instead of one with the Green Lantern logo on it\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Then I\u2019d be \u201cTwink Lantern\u201d, I guess\u2019, Terry responded, rolling his \neyes. \u2018But I didn\u2019t had any luck finding a GL t-shirt. You need a PR \nagent Kyle, there\u2019s not enough Lantern merchandise around here. It\u2019s \nbeen ages since I saw a coffee mug with your logo on it. Does anybody \nwant another beer?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I still haven\u2019t finished mine\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I do, hand me a Kolsch, please Baby. That\u2019s a good point, Kyle. Did \nSuperman have a contract with a marketing agency or something? I\u2019ve seen\n his logo printed practically on everything\u2019, David said.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Not that I know. But you know? I should hire you guys to do some \npromotion, just for me. Some of the Lanterns are not happy about the \nmerchandising. Guy and Simon didn\u2019t care; Hal is not exactly \nenthusiastic about it, but John hates it. He says it dishonors the \npublic image of the Green Lantern Corps as a serious institution.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh, come on\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018You know how John is. And I swear, every year he\u2019s getting a bit \ngrumpier. But, hey, I have the logo that I made for myself when I was \nthe only Lantern around; we could use that one for print some shirts or \ncaps. Oh, man, your burgers are the best. You should open your own \nplace\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">It had been a very nice afternoon, which now seemed very distant. \nThinking back on those happy times, Terry\u2019s mind slowly returned to \npondering his worries. What to do with Kyle?<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Being Kyle\u2019s art assistant on the Daily Planet, one would suppose \nthat the firing of his boss would make him worry about his future \nemployment, but Terry wasn\u2019t thinking about himself. He was worried \nabout Kyle.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">His longtime friend had been a bit strange for some time, especially \nin the last weeks. He seemed somewhat tired and discouraged, but above \nall, he looked sad. He was not the man full of life that Terry knew so \nwell. The changes had been subtle at first, but they had not escaped his\n eyes. \u201cLost\u201d was the word that came to mind to better describe his \nfriend\u2019s recent state.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Terry was fully aware of the kind of pressures Kyle had to deal with.\n He discovered his secret identity a few months after becoming his \nassistant, and had always been respectful to that part of his life, \nkeeping the secret without saying a word until Kyle finally revealed it \nfree-willed, shortly after that horrible attack. Terry wasn\u2019t nosy. The \nlast thing he wanted was to annoy his friend with questions about his \nsuperhero duties, so most of the time he just listened, without asking \ntoo many questions and offering his support when Kyle needed to talk.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">In the last weeks he had broken his usual habit and had been a bit more insistent to know if everything was alright.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle assured him everything was fine, but it only made Terry nervous.\n If he couldn\u2019t tell what was happening, it had to be something bad, he \nsupposed. Was his stressful superhero life what was haunting him again? \nHe remembered Kyle had returned visibly affected after spending a season\n in a corner of the galaxy called the Vega Star or something like that, \nand it took him months to fully recover from it. Had he been there \nagain? Was he sick or something?<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Then the meeting to notify him of his dismissal had come. Terry \nthought he would be fired too, but was only summoned to inform him he \nwould be transferred to another part of the design department once he \nfinished his job with Kyle. He was the only one being fired. It was \nuntil that moment that he realized how bad his friend was. During the \nmeeting, Kyle had been distant, strangely calm even when the cretin on \nthe other side of the desk raised his voice at him. The normal Kyle \nwould NEVER have allowed that to a third-rate bully like Jonathan \nBaxter, the newly promoted editor-in-chief for the offices in Coast \nCity, to raise his voice to him, but apparently he hadn\u2019t even noticed \nit. Being fired from what had easily been his best job wouldn\u2019t help him\n at all to deal with whatever he was passing for.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The worst, Terry later discovered, was that his firing was not really\n due to budget cuts at the Daily Planet. It was a shitty excuse that \nBaxter was using as an excuse to justify kicking Kyle out. Baxter\u2019s \nsecretary had told him so during his lunch break.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">After the meeting Terry had invited his friend over for dinner, \nhoping he would finally open up and tell him what was happening. Kyle \nagreed, but had said he had some things to do, and assured Terry he \nwould call him at night to visit him and David tomorrow.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He hadn\u2019t called back yet. He would have had to attend some kind of \nemergency or some supervillain attack, probably. Would he be dealing \nwith some cosmic crisis in course? Or could it be something else that \nwas bothering him, like an issue with some new girlfriend?<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">A burst of laughs pulled Terry out of his thoughts again. A group of \nfriends at a near table seemed to be having a terrific time together.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Friends. We\u2019re friends, dammit, and friends trust each other. You don\u2019t have to deal with everything by yourself, Kyle.\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Terry finished his cake, paid the bill, and went out for a walk. \nThere were too many people in the park. Maybe a walk through the art \nstores would help him think a bit, he thought. He needed to buy Indian \nink, anyway.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">To some extent, Terry could understand his friend\u2019s reticence to talk\n about his problems. Some of Kyle\u2019s loved ones had suffered greatly \nbecause of his life as a superhero. It had all started with the horrific\n murder of his first real love, Alexandra Dewitt, within days of he had \nobtained the power ring, and sadly, it wasn\u2019t going to be the only time \nthat being a Green Lantern would tarnish his private life. It was \nunderstandable that he wanted to push people away to not put them in \ndanger or cause them any harm, but he couldn\u2019t live in the void. Terry, \nalong with other friends and even many of his girlfriends had all \neventually talked with Kyle about the problem at some point, and even \nthough he had gotten better over time, he was still withdrawing into \nhimself when things went harsh. Was he condemned to be always like that,\n living locked alone in a shell of himself? Terry would never let that \nhappen. Kyle was a good man, one of the best people he had ever met; he \ndidn\u2019t deserve to pass his life feeling he was alone.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018If only things were different. Just a bit different\u2026 if only\u2026 if only Kyle was\u2026\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">A burst of laughter near him cut through the thought. It was better \nthat way. He didn\u2019t like where his train of thoughts was going.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He walked a little more and then became aware of something strange: another group of giggling boys had just passed him.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Laughs. Again.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Until then he hadn\u2019t noticed, but there seemed to be a lot of people \nlaughing and giggling. He looked around, somewhat puzzled and then he \nrealized. Sure enough, there were people laughing around him. It wasn\u2019t \nan overwhelming amount certainly, but it was a bit unusual. What was so \nfunny? He continued on his way, this time paying more attention to what \nwas happening around him. Yes, something was definitely happening. \nCouples or groups of people giggling or laughing seemed to multiply, \ngiving a certain sense of unreality. Among the groups of amused people, \nhere and there was a minority who seemed shocked, offended or disgusted.\n He tried to pay attention to the talks, but he couldn\u2019t understand what\n they were about.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh my God! I can\u2019t believe it! ha, ha, ha!\u2019 \u2018Man, what a fucking joke! I used to respect him so much, but now\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018\u2026never suspected it from him. Do you think he had been doing that \nfrom the beginning?\u2019 \u2018Oh, no fucking doubt about it. I knew it from the \nvery first time I saw him. Just look at his costume, it\u2019s pretty \nobvious\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Dude! Dude, look! My girlfriend wears exactly the same model!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018No fucking way. It had to be a joke. You gotta be fucking kidding.\u2019 \n\u2018No, look at it by yourself, dude! it\u2019s real, look!\u2019 \u2018It has to be an \napp. Like, the one that puts cat ears or bunny mouths on the photos\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I think he looks so cute with them.\u2019 \u2018Cute? Oh, you\u2019re nuts, \nLindsay! I like guys being guys, not like that!\u2019 \u2018I like feminine guys, \nwhat\u2019s so bad about that?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Terry grew increasingly confused, until he passed an electronics store with televisions in its window.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">At first he had a hard time understanding what he was seeing, partly \nbecause from the outside of the store he couldn\u2019t hear what was being \nsaid, but also because the images didn\u2019t seem to make sense either. It \nseemed to be the noon news, showing an amateur video of a man in filthy \ntights that\u2026 had his butt exposed?? Was that on the news, really? Then \nthe camera zoomed in, and it turned out that the man was not just in \ntights with a window for his butt, he was wearing a muddy Green Lantern \ncostume, and not only he had his dirty hairy ass fully on view, he was \nwearing a frilly red thong. A pixelated area censored by the broadcast \nindicated that the man was also sporting a championship boner.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">What the hell was that??? And why was something like that on the \nnews? Did someone hack the TV signal to make some kind of sick joke? A \ncrowd of onlookers began to form around him, and the jeers and giggles \nbegan again.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The camera zoomed out to reveal that the bum\u2019s owner was floating in \nthe air. Terry realized, astonished, that it was not a porn spoof, that \nthe man on the screen was not a pervert bum in disguise. He was nothing \nless than his longtime friend Kyle Rayner, The Mighty Green Lantern. The\n defender of Coast City was shamelessly showing his dirty thonged butt \nand a big boner in public, as he helped a group of cops or some sort of \nrescue team to clear a mountain of debris with one of his constructs, a \ngreen crane made with his power ring. The camera then focused on the \ncrane. I was being operated on by an obscene cartoon of\u2026 a bodybuilder \ndisguised as a construction worker with an harness and an utility belt \nfull of giant dildoes??<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018What\u2026 a\u2026 <em>FUCK<\/em>\u2026???\u2019, Terry said open- mouthed. If John and \nHal were worried about dishonoring the public image of the Green Lantern\n Corps for some innocent t-shirts or merchandising with their logo on \nit, they were going to have an aneurysm when they knew the show Kyle \nRayner was giving to the city.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018No way. You gotta be fucking kidding, that\u2019s not\u2026 Kyle would \nnever\u2026 he never EVER could\u2026 he wasn\u2019t into\u2026 what\u2019s with that stupid \ncartoon of a bodybuilder?? but\u2026 why he\u2026? Why on Earth Kyle would\u2026??\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The video was real, no doubt about it. Terry knew it but refused to \nbelieve what he was seeing. He tried to convince himself it was some \njoke, a video made by an internet troll or something, one of his haters \nwho had gone too far. Or it was one of those odd duplicates, like \nSuperman\u2019s enemy, Bizarro. Terry couldn\u2019t remember exactly now, but Kyle\n had told him once that there was another planet, dimension or \nsomething, where everything was the opposite and was full of things that\n were the twisted reflection of this world. Back then Terry had thought \nhe was kidding him, but now he could accept such madness, because the \nreal Kyle would never do something like that.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">But it <em>WAS<\/em> him. The salacious cartoon was something totally \nout of what Kyle would ever do, but at the same time Terry recognized it\n as a work of his friend. It was, in a crazy way, totally his style. It \ncould fool others, but not Terry.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">But WHY??? Kyle had to be drugged or something. Maybe someone was \nforcing him to humiliate himself in public for\u2026 he tried to think of a \nreason why someone would do that, but he was unable to think on \nsomething. It was all so weird! Or maybe\u2026 Terry felt his blood run cold.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Kyle has lost his mind. Whatever was dealing with finally broke \nhim inside and now he\u2019s having some kind of identity crisis. My God, I \nhave to help him. Jesus Christ, Kyle, what a fuck have happened to \nyou???\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Maybe that\u2019s why he had been so strange since yesterday. Being fired \nhad been too much for him, the height of a long crisis he was secretly \npassing, and he had refused to go home with him because he was having a \nnervous breakdown or something. God knew he had seen serious shit being a\n superhero, and he probably had got enough of it. Terry pushed his way \nthrough the laughing crowd and pulled his phone out. The first would be \nto find out where his friend was and get sure he hadn\u2019t lost his head.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><hr style=\"margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;\" \/><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Terry\u2019s best friend had certainly lost a lot of things in the last \nhours, and now, bent over in front of the bathroom mirror to take a \nquick look at his ass, he was noticing one of them.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018So that\u2019s my\u2026 my\u2026fuck, what\u2019s your name, little one?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle had been wondering how his asshole looked like since this \nmorning, when the half-drunk trucker he rescued on the highway had \nbrutally used it. He imagined that after being penetrated by the fat, \nrough, callused fingers of that hot trucker (and later by three of his \nown fingers), his hole would look huge. He had imagined it throbbing, \nsloppy and red hot, that was how it still felt, but much to his \nsurprise, his slightly hairy hole looked tiny and pinkish, only slightly\n reddened.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">But something funny was happening. He couldn\u2019t find the right word to\n call the tiny little hole on his rear. That word, along with all the \nothers he would have normally used to name it seemed to have been \nreplaced by others.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018It\u201fs my\u2026. cunt?\u2026 hmm, yeah, welll, it is, but I was thinking on\u2026., \nit\u2019s a, should be\u2026 pussy! That\u2019s it, much better. Pussy, I have a pussy\u2026\n hmm\u2026no, no, no, wait, it should be a\u2026 more like a\u2026 it\u2019s a\u2026 duuhhhh\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The word he was looking for was \u201canus\u201d, or at least some decent \nsynonym of it. He knew he knew the right words, he almost could feel \nthem on the tip of his tongue, but couldn\u201ft use none of them on himself.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Hmmmmm\u2026 gee, I am becoming, like, not very good with words, Dick \nBro! It should be more like a\u2026like a\u2026uh, goosh\u2026 I can\u2019t think on any \nsymonimi\u2026 simotyni\u2026 syno\u2026 on words that mean the same than other words! \nDuh, I am, like a\u2026such a ditz!\u2019 He stupidly guffawed at making the \nself-debasing admission.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He tried to focus, but only vulgar words were coming to his head, \njust like \u201cno homo\u201d, and all the other rude words and nasty expressions \nthat his still malleable brain had absorbed in the course of the \nmorning, in order to fill in the gaps in his badly made mental \nreprogramming to become the filthy closeted slut he had been told he \ntruly was.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">A big dumb grin appear on his face as he decided it was right for him\n to be vulgar. That seemed to suit a dirty dumbass like him. Yeah, he \nhad to play prissy to keep his image as a respectable superhero and \nsupposedly straight man, but here, in the privacy of his inmate\u2019s \nbathroom, he was free to be the lewd filthy slut he secretly always \nwanted to be.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Cooch. That one sounds fine, Boss used it for me. I have a coochie! Hee, hee, hello, my tiny coochie coochie coochie\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Despite the fun he was having, he just give it a quick look, and \nforced himself out of his stupor. On his way down the hallway, wearing \nonly the semitransparent green towel and sandals made with his power \nring, Kyle regained a bit of mental clarity and ashamed of his behavior,\n reminded himself that he was not stupid nor a slut, and that he had to \nmake an effort to keep focused, be cautious, and above all, he should \ntry to take it easy.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The fierce headaches he was suffering detonated, he suspected, when \nthe conflict inside him reached a critical point, or at least were \nrelated to those stressful thoughts. Nothing had happened in the shower,\n probably because he was relatively calm. But to keep revolving his \nideas in circles questioning everything at the moment would probably end\n up causing another series of killer migraines that would leave him \npowerless and helpless, as had already happened when he was trying to \napprehend the bank robbers. He had been lucky enough that the power ring\n had protected him while plummeting from 16-feet high to hit the car \nwith his head. Without the power ring he surely would have left his few \nbrains scattered all over the storehouse floor.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The headaches were disarming, and each episode seemed to be getting \nworse and worse. Now he was in the safety of the thugs\u2019 house, but what \nif one of those headaches happened while he was flying over the \nskyscrapers in the financial district? Or while he was patrolling the \nhighway like this morning, but in rush hours instead? Supposing the \npower ring would keep protecting him (which he could not predict if it \nwould keep happening or not), he still would hurt or even kill someone \nfor falling from the sky like a sack of potatoes.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">No, he wouldn\u2019t take the risk of having one of those headaches again \nif he could prevent it. He was going to play along with whatever the \nthugs were planning, keeping his prissy inner voice\u2019s protest at \nminimum. The Green Lantern\u2019s Oath had helped Kyle to keep some of his \nconsciousness and apparently it was being useful to calm his train of \nthoughts, so he was going to stay with it if things were getting too \nconflicting. He took a deep breath before crossing the threshold.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Go on, Kyle. You can do it. Do your best and keep your head \nopen. And remember, maybe they\u2019re not that bad. Just keep your mind \nopen, OK?\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The disgraced hero found his favorite couple waiting for him in the \nliving room. With most of his brand new sofa set already ruined and \ndirty, Papi had preferred to sit in on the comfortable black leather \nlazyboy Kyle used to rest in, the only piece of furniture in the living \nroom still clean and intact. Chuy had all his big chunky silvery rings \non his fingers with made him look particularly ruffianish ( and sexier, \naccording to the new definition of sexy on Kyle\u2019s mind), but thankfully \nhe was already wearing a t-shirt way big for him, so Kyle wouldn\u2019t be \ntoo distracted with his seductive pierced body. He was eating chips, \nmesmerized with the last hit of Bad Bunny on MTV, but he took a moment \nto give Kyle a wide smile and blow him a silent kiss with his precious \npuffy lips. He chucked by the way Kyle flinched and blushed for it.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">For his part, Boss was leaning on the kitchen door frame with an \nunreadable expression, still shirtless, holding his first Miller Lite of\n the day. He sipped his beer and turned to Kyle with a smile that made \nthe hero\u2019s guts shrink and twist. It wasn\u2019t a friendly smile, but a smug\n crooked grin. Tyron always made it whenever he had an unbeatable \nwinning poker hand, or when he wanted to make a not so kind reminder to a\n defaulter.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Is\u2026 is there something wrong, Boss?\u2019 Kyle mumbled as his courage and\n determination evaporated. He could not help himself, as his posture \nsank and his toes turned inward. The fear was turning him into the \nlittle sissy his inmates wanted.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">T-Bone did not answer. Instead, he took another drink to finish his \nbeer, crushed the can with one hand and dropped it to the floor. The \nsmile had faded from his face. Then he adjusted his bulky leathered \npackage with a blant squeeze, and began to walk to the now faint-hearted\n Green Lantern, balancing his bulky torso at his thuggish swag. Kyle\u2019s \nknees started to shake. It didn\u2019t matter that he had the power ring on \nhis finger, the most powerful weapon in the universe, nor the years he \nhad spent training with the best and fearsome warriors from all across \nthe galaxy. With the skills he had, he could have easily knocked out \nT-Bone with one hand, but the once mighty Green Lantern was shaking like\n a shitting dog, simply by watching the lilting gait of this street \nslacker coming to him. The worst, he realized, was that he wasn\u2019t just \nshaking in fear, but also in desire. Boss looked so dangerous, so \nstrong, so manly\u2026 so fucking sexy.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The thug stopped when his hairy pecs touched those of the confused \nsuperhero. The contact made Kyle yelp, losing the little concentration \nhe had. The towel and sandals he had made simply vanished into the air, \nand Green Lantern, now reduced to a pitiful coward, stood completely \nnaked in front of the man who had enslaved him, shaking and struggling \nto keep silent. Stripped of anything to cover his body, Kyle\u2019s pecs were\n not the only part of his anatomy in contact with T-Bone: the tip of his\n hard erection was rubbing his master\u2019s crotch, leaving a trace of \nprecum all over Tyron\u2019s bulge.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Ohhhh, fuuuuck\u2026uh this feels\u2026. uhhhh, so fucking good!\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle was marveled at the magnificent man in front of him: his wide \nflat nose, his strong chin with a hot unkempt goatee, two enormous cheap\n faux diamonds on his lobes ears that gave him that hot lowlife look\u2026 \noh, those huge protruding lips that invited to be kissed, his beautiful \nround black eyes that looked at him full of the contempt he deserved, \nhis big hairy pecs with those delicious nipples\u2026 he couldn\u2019t help but \nwonder what a hell they had done to him to make him imagine this \nhandsome masculine thug forcing him to suck his cock in a dark alley in \nthe middle of the night, surrounded by the criminal scum of Coast City, \nas Papi emptied a can of beer all over his head\u2026. Above all, he wondered\n if those debasing fantasies were coming from whatever had been done to \nhim, from the weed, or from the depths of his mind.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Boss\u2019s iPhone started ringing (<em>\u2019Your phone. It\u2019s your phone, yours, damn it. You bought it less than a month ago! Remember?<\/em>), but no one made an attempt to answer it.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">T-Bone belched straight on Kyle\u2019s face and looked him up and down in \nsilence. It took all of his will power to keep his poker face. Seeing \nsuch a handsome stocky man with that distressed face and cowering body \nlanguage was comical and arousing, especially coming from a man who used\n to be a distinguished lawman respected all around the world, and above \nall, the man who had stolen him the most loved.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Try to arrest me now, you green piece of shit. Make one of your stupid jokes now, like when you took me to the police station!\u2019<\/em>,\n he wanted to yell at the defeated hero. Treating Rayner like the piece \nof trash he was wouldn\u2019t turn back time, but it was making him feel \nbetter. For the first time in years, Tyron felt he could come to terms \nwith life.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He was delighted, but showing it would ruin the tension. Instead, he \nspoke in his \u201cfear-me voice\u201d, a voice slightly deeper than it naturally \nalready was.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Take a cigarette out of my pocket and light it up for me, faggot.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Y-yEs\u2026 I-I mean, yes, Boss\u2019. Kyle responded with a whisper, and it \nmade him feel even more aroused. Being submissive and meek to men \nmanlier than him had become an intoxicating aphrodisiac, and doing it \nbeing naked even enhanced at twice the feeling of submission. He felt so\n vulnerable, like a hopeless slave.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Like the hopeless slave I am\u2026. and\u2026 fuck, I think\u2026I kinda like \nit\u2026 I\u2019m sooo fucking horny!\u2026 but I can\u2019t like this.. I shouldn\u2019t like \nthis so much\u2026I\u2019m a hero\u2026 or at least I was a hero\u2026 I used to be \nstraight, and was so respected and strong\u2026\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle gulped as he slipped his hand into tight\u2019s Boss\u2019s pocket, taking\n the chance to hump a bit T-Bone\u2019s crotch. Dick Bro was leaking so much \nprecum all over Tyron\u2019s bulge, leaving a path like a giant wet slug. The\n contact with the soft leather of his jeans made him shiver, and he \nfought to not drop the pack of cigarettes once he was able to pull it \nout.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">As he lighted the cigarette with one his constructs, he couldn\u2019t help\n but feel a bit miserable thinking on how he was using his ring today: \nto make cartoonish horny men, bongs, towels, sandals, and now, a zippo \nto light a petty street criminal\u2019s cigarette. What a way to waste a \nlegendary device with almost infinite powers!<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Boss took a long drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke directly into Kyle\u2019s face.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Let\u2019s make this clear, you asshole; your main duty is to watch over \nus and serve us hand to foot, not to play cop out on the streets. You \ncan do that in your free time, but all this Lantern stuff is to serve us\n as your first job. Is it clear?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Yes, Boss, crystal clear. I- I was on my way back here, but I heard an alarm and I had to\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I don\u2019t give a fuck, Rayner. If you don\u2019t rehabilitate us right, \nI\u2019ll get your ass kicked out of your precious corps for not doing your \njob well. From now on, you can take your early morning walkies as \nalways, but I want your ass back here before 10. I want our breakfast \nready and the house clean. I don\u2019t give a fuck whatever shit you\u2019re \ndoing, you must be here before we woke up and the house must be already \nclean. You can keep with your superhero crap later. Do you understand, \nmoron?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Yes, Boss, Sir. I understand perfectly\u2019. As scared as he was, Kyle \ndidn\u2019t hesitate for a moment if he could be really expelled from the \ncorps for something like that. If Boss was saying it, it had to be true.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Tyron gave another drag to his cigarette. Seeing Kyle shaking so \npathetically in front of him, naked and defenseless, was making him want\n to kick him in the nuts and beat him to a pulp, and maybe he would \nhave, if he hadn\u2019t been so sexually aroused. <em>\u2018Maybe later\u2019<\/em>, he told himself. Humiliating Green Lantern was getting more satisfying than simply taking his anger out with his fists.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Fine\u2019, he finally said. \u2018Stuck it up well in your thick skull, cuz I\n don\u2019t wanna give you this talk again. Now, we\u2019ve already chosen your \nclothes for today. You\u2019ll find them on the coffee table. Dress quickly \nand go to make us our breakfast, bitch.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Yes, Boss, yes, Sir! It won\u2019t ever happen again, Sir.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Now move on\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">When Kyle turned around, T-Bone spanked him hard. The Emerald Knight \nwhimpered in the unmanliest possible way, and ran to look for his \nclothes.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018It\u2019s for your own good, princesa\u2019, Chuy said. \u2018If you want to stay \nas an elite member of the Green Lanterns herd, you gotta keep doing your\n job well.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">As distressed as Kyle was, he had no qualms about putting on the \nattire Boss and Papi had chosen to ridicule him further: a huge \nreinforced bra, a tiny fringed crop top with the words <em>\u201cClassy Lassy\u201d<\/em>\n written with green sequins, the open-crotch lace panties and fishnet \nstockings that Chuy had been slept in and wore to fuck with Tyron the \nnight before, and a mini skirt made of black shiny vinyl. He didn\u2019t even\n hesitate while putting on Chuy\u2019s shattered smelly old faux Jordan\u2019s. \nThey were at least three sizes too small for Kyle, but it didn\u2019t matter:\n the once white footwear did not put any resistance; they felt all loose\n and floppy. As soon as he slipped his foot inside, the frontal seams \ngave way, and he found his toes sticking out of the old sneakers in \nplain sight.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The once glorious champion of Coast City looked like a homeless \nwhore, but had little time to think about his ragged appearance. Kyle \nheaded to the kitchen to serve his masters.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">As Tyron approached his lover to have some heavy petting, Kyle\u2019s former iPhone began to buzz again.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><hr style=\"margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;\" \/><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Oh, come on, Kyle, pick up the phone, dammit\u2019<\/em>. Terry called again, but there was no response. He surely had left his phone at home, he thought.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Damn.\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Terry opened Facebook to see the last time Kyle had posted something,\n to get an idea where he was. He hadn\u2019t updated in days. But Terry \nfound, with not much surprise, that everybody was talking about the \nhero\u2019s strange behavior, mostly in a mockery tone. There were people \nwondering if the hero limited himself to wear only women\u2019s thongs, or if\n he liked to wear full sets of ladies\u2019 lingerie under his uniform. \nOthers took their time to investigate the model and brand of thong Green\n Lantern was wearing (they had identified it, the manufacturer had \nrenamed them as \u201cLantern Fantasy\u201d, and was selling the model like hot \ncakes). Two brands of lingerie for men were already offering a year of \nfree clothes and an exclusive contract to the Emerald Knight, in \nexchange for promoting their products during his patrolling.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He went to twitter to check Kyle\u2019s account, but he found the same: no\n update from his friend in a long time. And no surprise, the talk around\n the Coast City\u2019s Champion was even more hostile there, since the \nrestrictions on language and images were laxer. It was full of insults, \ncrude memes, nasty montages, video reactions, parodies and all kinds of \ncruel mocks. There were even a bunch of idiots organizing \u201cThe Sissy \nLantern Challenge\u201d, which consisted on take a video doing some good \naction pantless on the street, while wearing ladies underwear.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Twitter as kind as always\u2019<\/em>, he thought bitterly. His friend\n and his extravagant choice in underwear occupied the first three places\n of national trending topic, and the hashtags \u201cDickLantern\u201d and \n\u201cButtLantern\u201d were getting enough attention to enter on the \ninternational trending topic list. Terry didn\u2019t had a Tiktok account, \nbut he figured the same scenario would be repeating on it and on any \nother social network. His haters were, of course delighted. Everyone \nseemed to be making fun of The Green Lantern.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018He had saved the Earth so many times, and was that how people pay him? Making fun of him?.\u2019<\/em> Much to Terry\u2019s relief, a growing group of people had started to defend the superhero.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018He likes to wear ladies underwear, so what? he has saved us a \nhundred times, I don\u2019t give a damn what he wants to wear\u2019, one user \npointed.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018We\u2019ve seen Wonder Woman running practically in underwear for years, \nso what\u2019s the deal if a male superhero want to go out wearing a ladies \nthong?\u2019 another user asked.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">It was nice to see some people defending Green Lantern at some \ndegree, although Terry still felt bad for all the crude jokes people \nwere at the expense of Kyle. He wondered again for what could have led \nhis friend to do that. Unable to decide what course of action he should \ntake, Terry decided to call his friend again.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><hr style=\"margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;\" \/><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018\u2026 and here\u2019s your pancakes, Papi\u2019, Kyle said, posing another plate \non the table, along with the rest of his inmates\u2019 breakfast: fried eggs,\n crispy bacon, ham, sausage, and beans.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle had planned to prepare his masters the kind of healthy breakfast\n he used to eat: fresh fruits, greek yogurt, vegetables, oatmeal, \nhard-boiled eggs, juice\u2026 the healthy diet proper to keep the physical \ncondition that a superhero required. He naively thought they would like \nhis favourite veggie omelette, but Boss corrected him as he saw him \npulling out the mushrooms from the fridge.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Keep that Muscle Mary shit for you, Gayner. We don\u2019t eat those things.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Real men like him and Papi needed real men\u2019s food, like fried eggs, \nbacon, ham, waffles, fried beans, pancakes, muffins, toaster pastries, \nburritos, enchiladas and so, always accompanied with cold beers, of \ncourse. Fruit juices were for pussies, except if they were accompanied \nby alcohol, like rum, tequila, mescal or vodka. Luckily, there was a \nwell-stocked pantry at Boss and Papi\u2019s home, so Kyle began to cook some \ndishes from the list his masters gave him.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">While cooking, he asked what \u201cMuscle Mary\u201d meant, he had never heard \nthat term before. Papi and Boss kindly explained him that it was the \nname given to fags like him and all of his superhero friends: \nlimp-wristed pussies with overdeveloped muscular physiques and empty \nheads, always worried to keep their bodies pretty and hot, hoping they \nwould impress some real men and get their attention. Muscle Maries were \nalways hoping real men would pay a little attention to them, or even \nfeed them with cocks in their mouths or asses, that was the highest \nhonor that fags like them could reach. That, or just to make other \nqueens jealous of their big muscled bodies.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle wanted to protest, but he kept listening is silence. What these \nhunks were saying was not only absurd, but horrendous. Both were \nundeniably wise, and they were right about him at many things, but not \nabout his friends. Yeah, they were a bunch of muscular pussies, but they\n were certainly not vain selfish sluts. They clearly didn\u2019t know a word \nabout superheroes.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Or so he thought at first.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The more Kyle heard the goons\u2019 spiel, the more sense their words had.\n All of those skin tight flamboyant costumes made of spandex, leather \nand rubber were not just because, right? If they had wanted, they could \nhave done superhero work in normal clothes, or wearing normal pants like\n the cops or the firemen did. But no, not them. Instead, they chose to \nwear the most fitted and revealing clothes in the flashiest colors, \n\u201clike a fucking pride parade\u201d, Papi said, an obvious attempt to make the\n criminals pay them some attention. What a bunch of fags!<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Like that pretty himbo, Aquaman, who was always wearing those tight \ngreen leggings, long gloves and his golden sequined t-shirt. What kind \nof man wore a sequin shirt? That outfit was more appropriate for a \nshowgirl, or a stripper than for a law enforcer. And what about his good\n friend, The Flash? His name was actually a short for \u201cThe Flasher\u201d, \nBoss explained, that is what he really was, a horny flasher, always \nrunning around sheathed on his skin tight red costume, practically spray\n painted on his body to leave nothing to imagination. Or the \u201cMan\u201d of \nSteel himself, Superman, who was always blatantly showing his bright red\n panties over his blue tights wherever he went.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The couple explained all of this to Kyle, and soon he truly realized \nhow effeminate, vain and sluty all of his friends really were. It had \nnever been about justice, but to get more men and cocks. And all that \ntime Kyle had invested in training, lifting weights, and getting \nstronger had never been really about being a better hero nor getting \nhealthy, but an effort to get the attention of criminal men and arouse \nthe envy of the other fags on the Justice League. On a second thought \n\u201cJust-Sluts League\u201d would be a better name.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">If Kyle had been hesitant to ask other superheroes for help out of \nshame, now he was sure that he would never do it to defend his precious \nmasters. What would those horny bitches do, if they knew the pair of hot\n gallants that Kyle had in his custody? They would get envious and try \nto take them from his side to keep them for themselves, of course! He \ncould imagine his friend Wally West, \u201cThe Flasher\u201d shamelessly twerking \nin front of his Papi, in a desperate attempt to get his magnificent cock\n stuffed up his red spandex lined ass.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Green Lantern wouldn\u2019t allow it. Maybe he was a good for nothing \ngoof, but those men had noticed him for some reason. He was their little\n servant slut, only he, and would not allow them to be taken from his \nside, he wasn\u2019t going to let some of those opportunistic whores to put a\n finger on\u2026 wait a second, wasn\u2019t he supposed to fight them to get his \nlife back? Yes, that\u2019s what he was going to do! But if he fights them, \nwouldn\u2019t that leave him homeless? This apartment belongs to them. If it \nweren\u2019t for them, he would be the first homeless superhero\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Fortunately, he didn\u2019t had time to ask himself many questions. The \nkitchen demanded all of his attention. He had to remove the bacon from \nthe heat, prepare the pancakes, pull out the vodka out from the fridge, \nfry a couple of eggs\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Soon the plates began to arrive at the table, and much to Kyle\u2019s relief, Papi and Boss were pleased with the food.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Hmm, this is good! maybe you\u2019re not entirely good for nothing, shithead!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Thank you, Papi!\u2019, the Emerald Maid said, when suddenly his stomach \nmade a very audible growl. The amount of weed the stoned hero had smoked\n had left him truly famished.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018May\u2026 may I eat something now, please, Sir? I haven\u2019t eaten anything since this morning, and now I\u2019m like, very, very hungry.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Hmm\u2026 Ok, bitch, but clean the kitchen first. Once you\u2019ve finished \nwith them, you can make you fag food. And pour yourself a double \nwhiskey; you\u2019ve earned them, dumbass.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The last thing Kyle wanted to drink in the morning was whiskey, but \nhe was starving and also, his position was to obey, not to argue. He \nquickly did as he was told, while his masters enjoyed their food and \ntalked about their plans for the day.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle turned on the stove, put the pan on the fire, and poured a bunch\n of vegetables and eggs carelessly on it, before it was even hot enough.\n He was too hungry and did not care to prepare the food carefully, all \nhe wanted was to eat something. As soon as the poorly prepared omelet \nwas moderately cooked, Kyle took it off the heat. Some parts weren\u2019t \neven fully cooked, but he was too hungry for that to worry him. He \ndidn\u2019t even bother looking for a plate, he put the pan on the kitchen \ntable and started eating, increasing his sense of misery. He had barely \ntaken a couple of bites, when his former iPhone began to ring again. \nThey all had been ignoring it, until Boss finally got tired and open it.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh, for fuck\u2019s sake. Rayner, who\u2019s this \u201cTerry\u201d who\u2019s been calling \nyou so desperately today? Is one of those sluts you cheat on to steal \ntheir clothes?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Uh? No, Boss, Terry is my assistant on the paper. We are due to turn\n in the final pages of our comic book for the Planet, next week. I must \nget the original sheets on Monday, and we have to complete it before \nnext Friday, that will be my last day working there. I imagine Terry \nwant to talk about it.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2019Hmmm\u2026\u201f T-Bone mumbled, unblocking the phone. \u2018Oh, you\u2019re right, he\u2019s\n a guy. Terrence Berg and \u2026 23 calls in a row? And wha- 15 whatsapps?? \nFuck, this Terry guy must be really anxious to get rid of you, Rayner!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Boss spent a moment sliding his finger across the phone screen to read all the messages. He frowned a moment, and then:<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Wait, what a\u2026? <em>WHAT A FUCK???<\/em>\u2019, and suddenly he burst into laughter. \u2018Chuy, Chuy! look at this, you won\u2019t believe it!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The skinny Latino approached his lover, and soon they were both \nlaughing out loud. They turned to Kyle who watched them without \nunderstanding what was so funny, why they had tears streamed down their \nfaces and could barely breathe. It took them some minutes to finally \nregain some composure.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Man, this is so good to be true!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2019<em>Loco<\/em>, this is nuts! Hey, Rayner, once you\u2019re finished come \nhere, we have something to show you! But there\u2019s no hurry, take your \ntime and enjoy your meal, princess \u2019, Tyron said, savoring the moment \nwith cruel delight. He was about to give Kyle Rayner the rush of his \nalready pretty fucked life, so felt no need to hasten the poor \nimbecile\u2019s lunch.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle finished eating. He felt a bit dizzy, and lamented Papi\u2019s \ndecision to make him drink whiskey in such early hours of the day. Of \nall alcoholic beverages, whiskey was the worst for him .<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The floor under his ragged sneakers seemed to wobble slightly but he \nmanaged to keep walking. When he turned to his captors he began to feel \nnervous. Would be another menacing speech, like the one they had to him \nbefore eating? T-Bone noticed Kyle\u2019s apprehension and smiled at him with\n what he assumed were a friendly smile.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Relax, my Emerald Twat. Everything is fine. Just come and sit here, \nhero boy\u2019, he said, pointing to one of Kyle\u2019s ruined couches.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Once the mindfucked man was in his place, Tyron snapped his fingers.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle fell into the \u201cSoft Trance\u201d again, and just like the previous \ncases, this state wasn\u2019t peaceful. As soon as he fell unconscious his \nfrowned forehead went beaded with tiny beads of sweat and he began to \npant, mumble and groan. This time he even had little rales, as if he \nwere having a very anguishing nightmare. T-Bone thought that even though\n his trance seemed a bit more agitated today, it still seemed deep \nenough to not have to worry.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Hey, Rayner, can you hear me?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Y\u2026y\u2026. yeeessss\u2026 S\u2026 Sssiiirrr\u2026.\u2019, the hero slurred, as he calmed a bit.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Good girl . You\u2019re still calling me \u201cSir\u201d. I\u2019m glad you\u2019re clear on \nthe way to address your superiors. How\u2019re you feeling today, Rayner? \nRemember you have to be 100% honest with us.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Not\u2026 not a girl, Sir. I am\u2026 so conf\u2026 confused\u2026. real things are\u2026 not\n like they used to be, Sir \u2026. I\u2019m feeling \u2026 very ssstrange and angry\u2026 \nfrustrated and\u2026 angry\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Both thugs shared a knowing wink. They were pleased, especially \nT-Bone. And even though neither of them said a word about it, they were \nboth a bit shocked at how easy it was for them to get turned on by all \nof this. Their sex lives were normally so active and varied that they \nbordered on hypersexuality, but this unsuspected kink was reaching even \nnew heights for them. Simply putting Kyle in trance was becoming enough \nto make them hard as iron.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018And why you\u2019re angry and confused, faggot?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018You\u2026. you and the other Sir\u2026\u2026 that skinny punk\u2026 done some\u2026 something\n very fucked up on my head\u2026 I don\u2019t know what \u2026. you\u2019re corrupting me\u2026 I\n am not a\u2026 I was not a homo before but now\u2026 no, not gay, I mean\u2026 and \ndon\u2019t\u2026 don\u2019t call me that, you twisted son of a\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Hoooo, attaboy. So, you\u2019re still there, uh? The real you. Well, you \nshouldn\u2019t be so spiteful, man. We\u2019re improving you, making you what you \nalways wanted to be.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Noooooo\u2026 no, that\u2019s\u2026. not true, Sir\u2026 let me go, Sir\u2026let me go\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019ll tell you what, Rayner, I\u2019m gonna give you\u2026 hmmm\u2026 ten. No, no, \nfifteen minutes to the real you to go out, so you can fully talk with \nus. There\u2019s something I wanna show you. But you can\u2019t move from your \nsit, and you still can\u2019t do anything to harm us, nor to make any trick \nwith your little magic ring against us. It will stay in your hand \ndeedless, like the useless piece of junk it is. After fifteen minutes, \nyou\u2019ll slowly go back to being just like you were before this little \ntalk. Do you understand? Not move from your sit, no harm us, no funny \nsuperhero tricks, just stay there and talk, and then you\u2019ll go back to \nbe the stupid submissive imbecile you are now\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Go\u2026 go to hell, Sir\u2026. I am not your amusement\u2026 nor\u2026 I\u2019m not your fucking toy\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Well, I\u2019m not asking you, moron, I\u2019m telling you. You\u2019re nothing \nmore than our fucking toy, asshole, whether you like it or not. I speak \nand you obey, is it clear, fagass?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Y\u2026 yes, perfectly clear, Sir\u2026.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Now wake up, Green Latrine.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>SNAP.<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle Rayner opened his eyes and blind fury tried to jump over the men\n laughing in front of him. The part of his being that was still intact \nwanted to fight, but his body reacted as if it were attached by chains \nand ropes to his seat. He wasn\u2019t even able to raise his hands beyond his\n waist. The attempt to use his power ring to attack his captors failed \nmiserably. The ring didn\u2019t emit even a spark of light, much less a small\n construct. There was nothing wrong on his ring, but on his head, that \nhad been totally stripped of the will or ability to work against his \ncaptors. The idea of causing them any harm was just inconceivable, \nalthough the idea of fighting them somehow remained solid as ever.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The real Kyle had a clear vision of himself, fully dressed on his \nsuperhero uniform, breaking their noses fist clean and kicking them on \nthe floor, that is what he wanted to do, but it was slowly morphing on a\n vision of what his corrupted self truly wanted to do: his boots, \nforearm guards and mask were the same, but the rest of of his uniform \nhad been altered beyond recognition to become a travesty of itself. It \nhad turned into a maid costume, complemented by a white apron with the \nemblem of the corps on it. He even had a shimmering green headband on \nhis head, and he was no longer punching them, he was pushing a cart made\n out with his ring, to bring their masters breakfast to his former bed \nas they fucked wild on it.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018<strong>YOU SICK BASTARDS!! WHAT A FUCK YOU HAVE DONE TO ME?!!<\/strong>\u2019,\n he roared trying to not erase such a pathetic mental image of himself. \n\u2018LET ME\u2026 AARGHH!!! LET ME GO NOW, YOU FUCKING LOWLIFES!!! MOTHER \nFUCKERS, <strong>LET ME GO NOW!!!<\/strong>\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Ohhhhh, do you behave like this, after all we\u2019ve done for you, Kylie?\u2019, Chuy said, coming near to Kyle and ruffling his hair.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018DON\u2019T TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY SHITHEAD!!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Jo, you better watch your mouth. You are not in a position to make \nany threats, Princess\u2019, at which the fallen hero responded moaning \naloud. To Chuy\u2019s delight, the orders he gave Kyle to get turned on every\n time he was called \u201cprincess\u201d or was humiliated were still working, and\n so should be doing the rest of his reprogramming.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The superhero growled powerless as his penis came to life, so firm \nand hard that it peeked out from the vinyl skirt he was wearing. It took\n him a moment to regain his breath. His plan of keeping his conscious \nmind in secret was ruined now, but then it occurred to him that he still\n had a chance to get his life back if he could get any information about\n what was going on. He just had to make them talk as much as he could, \nand eventually they would release some valuable information.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018If\u2026 if you two seriously believe you can do all this shit to me, and\n get away with it, you\u2019re even more fucked up in your heads than what \nyou\u2019ve already fucked mine\u2019, Kyle hissed through clenched teeth. \u2018I have\n faced threats much worse than a couple of dirty lowlifes like you two. \nI\u2019ve reached the White Lantern rank and defeated the worst scum of the \ngalaxy. I\u2019ll find a way to get out of this. It\u2019s only a matter of time, \nand then you\u2019ll regret to fuck with me\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Both thugs just laughed. They had completely lost all respect for him.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh, you\u2019ll become a White Lantern soon again for sure: we\u2019re going \nto cover you with layers and layers of our spunk to leave you white from\n head to toes, glazed like a fucking donut\u2019, Tyron said.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle felt chills. From what he had seen so far this pair was \nperfectly capable of doing that to him. An idea came to his mind, a ray \nof hope that could save him if things kept getting worse and worse, and \nhe began to say it even before he could finish on thinking about it.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019m not the only Green Lantern on Earth now. I\u2019m an elite member \namong the corps, a vital part of them. Some of my teammates will \neventually come looking for me, and when they do\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018We\u2019ll make to them the same thing we\u2019ve done to you, Rayner. I \nwouldn\u2019t mind having a bevy of green bitches serving me. Do you, Chuy?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Fuck no, Ty. If they\u2019re just half as stupid as this twat, we\u2019ll have our own pack of green bitches in a week\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle paled upon hearing that.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018You\u2019re bluffing, both of you. You don\u2019t have the power nor could \nresources to do that; there\u2019s no way you ever do the same to the entire \nGreen Lanterns Corps. Not even to the group of human Lanterns.\u2019 Kyle was\n horrified at the idea that any of his friends would see him the \nembarrassing state he had been reduced. He could not see them to the \nface again and would have to resign, but ultimately, if things were even\n worst he still had a chance to be rescued. Or not?<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Why not? we did it to you, the oh-so-powerful elite Lantern. But I \nthink you weren\u2019t a big deal after all, Rayner. That, or all the \nLanterns are really a bunch of losers\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Don\u2019t you dare say that, you pervert piece of shit!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">But there was some truth in Boss\u2019 words, right? If not, why had he \nended up in such a humiliating situation? Kyle tried to put that thought\n aside and not to think about how much the idea of being a loser seemed \nto make his crotch throb.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Someone will come looking for me, and then will be much worse to you\n two. None of my friends will forgive all the shit you\u2019ve done to me. \nI\u2019m warning you, just\u2026 damn. Look, just get the fuck out of my house and\n leave me as I was before. If you do that I promise\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018You are no one to make promises or threats, you dumb slut\u2019. T-Bone \napproached Kyle, lowering his fly and pulling out his hard uncut cock. \nIt was 8 inches long, the same than Kyle\u2019s but far thicker and slightly \nveinier, with a pronounced upward curve. Its big rounded head was \nalready shining like polished onyx, due the precum rill that was flowing\n out of it. He began to hit Kyle on the face with it.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018NO, STOP, YOU SICK FUCKER!! S-stop! Keep that thing out of my\u2013 \nSTOP!\u2019 He turned his head to avoid the huge, black wet member, just to \nfind another long fleshy cucumber with a rosy head, rubbing the left \nside of his face. Chuy had imitated his lover and was now rubbing his \ndrooling, uncut penis all across Kyle\u2019s face, leaving a wide viscous \ntrail on it.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I think the one bluffing here is you, Rayner. You- are- nothing &#8211; \nbut &#8211; a &#8211; liar &#8211; swindler.\u2019 he said. Both thugs punctuated each word \nwith a stroke of his hard, slimy cocks straight to the hero\u2019s lips.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018NO! STOP! Of course I\u2019m not! You did -OH, FUCK, I SAID STOP, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018If you were as smart and important as you boast\u2019, T-Bone continued, \nignoring the hero\u2019s pleads, \u2019you were not in your cum stained couch \ndressed like a homeless harlot.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018\u201cAn elite member\u201d you said. Bullshit. That\u2019s what you are, Rayner: <em>just \u2013 a \u2013 big \u2013 pile \u2013 of \u2013 green \u2013 bull \u2013 shit.<\/em>\u2019 he said, and both repeated the treatment of strokes with cocks in the face of the mortified warrior.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018No one gives a fuck for you. Just to know, how many of your idiotic friends are around here nowadays?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018We\u2019re\u2026 fuck, I SAID STOP, DAMMIT! TAKE YOUR FUCKING PECKERS OUT OF \nMY FACE!\u2019 By this point the hero had glisten sticky precum all over his \nface. Chuy was circling his mouth with his tool, giving a thick layer of\n gloss to Kyle\u2019s lips.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018We\u2019re five Lanterns on Earth, STOP I SAID!\u2019, Kyle found himself \nrevealing against his will. He had been ordered to speak the truth, and \ndidn\u2019t have a choice but obey. \u2018But nowadays there\u2019s just three of us \nhere. Simon and Hal went out to another sector with no date to return, \nand\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Five??!! Jesus, man, I remember when it was only you. But if your \ncrew has to put five other chumps to make your job, you really suck so \nmuch on this thing of being a superhero!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018It\u2019s not like that! I was the only Lantern for a time, when the \ncorps were destroyed and I was given the last power ring. But then I was\n able to restore them and\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018\u2026.and then they realized how lame you truly were, and had to put \nfour babysitters to take care of you and your goofs. I guess that\u2019s why \nnone of them want to have nothing to do with you anymore.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018What a fuck are you talking about? You know nothing about us! Why \nyou keep saying they don\u2019t want anything to do with me? STOP, DAMMIT!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019m gonna show you, Rayner\u2019, Tyron said, with a wide shark-like \nsmile, \u2018Then you\u2019ll realize you\u2019re not the big shot you think you are. \nBut first I want to know everything you did this morning. All, I want to\n know everything.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Oh, for God sake. There goes your plan to fight them in secret\u2019<\/em>,\n he thought. He knew he was going to tell them about his visit to the \nlab and what he found there. Also, the mortified warrior didn\u2019t wanted \nto relieve his debasement again, but he had no choice.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle began to tell everything that had happened since he woke up this\n morning, although the limits of his orders allowed him to skip the most\n graphic details and his inner feelings during his debasement to not \nfeel too embarrassed. Still, he couldn\u2019t help but get aroused, though he\n did his best to ignore his horniness. He also had to fight with his \nconfusing feelings at the view of his inmates, jerking off their hard \ncocks in front of him. It was getting hard to tell if those veiny dicks \nand hairy balls were arousing or repulsive.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He began the story with how he woke up confused and soaked in his own\n piss, how he had been acting out of his mind while he jerked off like a\n madman, his failed attempts to stop, and how he had ended up humping \nhis battered couch like a dog in heat and the guilt that had washed over\n him after reaching orgasm.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle tried to tell how he had stopped the trailer on the freeway to \nredeem himself a bit, to feel he was still the superhero he was once \nproud to be, but the two studs in front of him weren\u2019t interested on \nhear about &#8220;his superhero bullshit\u201d, and didn\u2019t give him opportunity to \nexpand beyond the basics. Instead, they demanded more details of his \nexperience being fingered by a fat trucker and how happily he had been \nslobbering on his sweaty hot cock.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He tried to hide his visit to the lab, but just as he feared, was \nunable to contain himself. The command to tell the truth had been \nimplanted on the Deep Hypnotic Trance and had been heavily reinforced \ntoo many times in the last hours, becoming one of his main directives.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Whoa, whoa, stop there, Kylie boy. I want to know exactly what you \nfound there, and what you know exactly about what happened yesterday in \nthe lab.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I don\u2019t know, all I remember is that I was going to take you to the \npolice station, and then there was a big white flash. I don\u2019t even \nremember exactly what happened, but I think that\u2019s where you\u2026 ugh, when \nyou took control over me. And the place was practically clean. I just \nfound\u2026 found a\u2026 a\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Yeah?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle began to sweat and toil. He didn\u2019t wanted to keep speaking and \ndid his best to keep his mouth closed, but the commands to obey and \nspeak the truth were moving him like a ventriloquist dummy.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I.. just f-f-f-found a wrinkled photocopy with\u2026ugh, with notes and \nsome post-its on it. It have a blurry scheme of a device, I guess. It \nhave a name too, and some kind of serial number or code. That\u2019s all. The\n place just had some medical equipment to monitor brain activity, vital \nsigns, EKGs, pulse, that sort of things, along with some lamps, spare \nparts and pieces of some machines. I don\u2019t know what they were doing \nthere.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Ohhhh, so that\u2019s the sheet of paper you were hiding.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle looked at him wide-eyed.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Did- did you already knew it? H-how?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh, I know many things, Rayner. You can\u2019t hide anything from us, \ndumbass\u2019, Tyron said, hiding the fact that his discovery had been pure \nchance. \u2018And tell me, smartass, what were you planning to do with your \ndiscoveries, huh?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The hero closed his mouth and struggled with his entire being not to \nrespond. He felt a compelling urge to speak his thoughts and explain \nhimself in detail, but he knew he could lose everything. He clenched his\n fists hard, feeling his fingernails mark his palms with tiny crescents.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">At the first he thought he could dominate his mouth, but his body \nbetrayed him. The anxiety for not obey nor please reached unsuspected \nnew levels, and began to break him down. He began to squirm and pouring \ndown sweat like crazy, his heart pounding so hard he could feel its \nbeating on his temples. It became a torture, he would have never \nimagined that keeping his mouth closed could make him suffer such a \ndiscomfort.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh, what\u2019s the matter, Rayner? do you feel like shitting? Ha, ha! Come on, spit it, faggot. You know you want to please us\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2026I-I-I\u2026 no\u2026. argghhh\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The brave Green Lantern resisted for almost two minutes that felt \nlike agonizing two years. It looked like he was going to speak twice, \nbut he burped loudly like a fratboy, because of all the acid his stomach\n was generating from anxiety. Kyle felt the words tingling on the tips \nof his lips, but forced himself to hold back, until his body began to \ntremble and his teeth chattered. He had the feeling he would explode if \nhe didn\u2019t speak.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I planned to secretly investigate that code, track it down, and \nsearch for the name on the document to know what they were researching \nthere. I think you two used whatever was in that lab to do this to me. I\n wanted to investigate it on your backs, to find a way to get rid of you\n two, GODDAMMIT!! FUCK!!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The feeling of defeat was overwhelming. Panting, Kyle lowered his \nhead, ashamed of himself, of what he had become, but relieved, as his \nbody began to regain his pulse. His former indomitable willpower, the \nsource of his strength as superhero had cracked by the urge to please \nthe whims of a pair of perverted scumbags. Kyle made a promise to \nhimself that he would get it back, that this defeat would not stay \nunrevenged.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Good boy. Don\u2019t you feel better after being honest with your owners, puppy?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018F-f-f\u2026 f-f-f-fuck you. Go to hell, you fucking asshole. Both of you.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">T-Bone looked at him shocked. Kyle though he was going to punch him, \nor kick him on his nuts, but to his surprise, the bulky thug patted his \nknee and laughed.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Ha, ha! fuck, I like that, Rayner! It\u2019s even better if you keep \nfighting. Oh, I\u2019m gonna love to fully break you if you\u2019re still aware of\n what\u2019s going on. Go ahead, tell me more of your \u201cpatrol\u201d. But lean you \nforward a little, lean your hips to us, you\u2019ve earned it.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018What?\u2019, He said, automatically obeying \u2019What do you mean with fully br- oh, shiiiiiiiit!<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Without any ceremony, Chuy inserted his middle finger into the \nsuperhero\u2019s rectum, that he felt faint. His eyes rolled back as he \nmoaned, ecstatic.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018OH; FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!! Pull your fucking \nfinger out of my\u2026ugh! pull it out, Goddammit! I\u2019m gonna, AAARRGG!! PULL \nIT OUT, YOU SICK FUCKER!!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Cut the drama, slut. You\u2019re loving this so much.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Fuck you, that\u2019s not true!! It\u2019s\u2026. carajo, s\u00e1ca tu puto dedo de mi culo , cabr\u00f3n! Pull it out now, dammit!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Thaaat\u2019s it, perfect, Mr. Hero. Now go on, tell us everything.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018T-then I heard- of, fuck! Fuck yes!!!.. I mean, I, I was flying back\n here, when I heard an al-fuck, no, stooop, don\u2019t make this to meeee\u2026 I \nheard a bank alarm near me. I ran and\u2026.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle babbled the rest of his story, writhing on Papi\u2019s finger with a \nmixture of shame and pleasure. Chuy simple moved his finger in circles, \nas the pride and hopes of Coast City impaled himself slowly at the hands\n of a common street goon. It took him some time to finish his \nembarrassing story.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018So that\u2019s why you stank so badly! You\u2019re truly becoming a filthy pig, Rayner.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Y-y-y-y-yessss, yesss, Boss, I\u2019m a fucking filthy pig\u2026.\u2026.oowww\u2026 \nplease, no more.. p-p-pull it ooout\u2026 I- I didn\u2019t wa-wa-wanted, \nb-b-b-but\u2026\u2019 The once imposing and dashing emerald knight had becoming \ninto a quivering wimpy sissy with watery eyes and bathed in sweat. He \nfelt disgusted, but couldn\u2019t stop moving his hips. Papi\u2019s finger in his \npussy felt so good\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018P-p-p-p-pull it oooout\u2026.\u2019, he mewed \u2018p-p-p- pleaaaaseeee\u2026It feels like\u2026 like\u2026 I\u201fm gonna,\u2026oough\u2026 noooo\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018What\u201fs the matter, Gayner?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle had no idea what was wrong with him, but he soon felt himself \nfull of air. The constant pumping in his ass had been slowly filling his\n recum with air. It was a new sensation to him.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Please, it\u201fs too embarrassing! Feels like\u2026 I\u201fm gonna\u2026 uggh\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Before they could say something, the air inside his recum began to \nescape. It wasn\u2019t a fart, but is sounded just like one. The emerald \nknight felt like crying when the two thugs laughed out of their shame.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Wow, such a good trumpet you have, Rayner! Now pay attention, Stink Lantern, see how important you truly are.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He turned the set on, and then, still panting, sweating and trying to\n recover his breath, Kyle saw it. Green Lantern was on the news, as \nalways, but this time it was not to report his heroic feats, but to make\n fun of him. It was scenes from this morning, of him showing off his \nthonged butt in his filthy uniform. He had been so worried about the \ncops in front of him that had neglected all the people behind him. What a\n stupid mistake! As thick-headed as he was, he didn\u2019t even thought on \nescape fast simply flying up to the sky before anybody had time to see \nhim. He had stayed instead to give a show like a degenerate. And not \nonly was about his ass, people had noticed his boner and the obscene \ncartoon he had made with his ring and were wondering about it.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Oh, my God. Dios m\u00edo, what have I done?\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">A young reporter, who could barely contain his laughter, was \ninterviewing people on the street to find out their reactions to the \nsuperhero\u2019s outfit. It was the turn of a blond man in his 40s, wearing \ndark glasses:<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018I remember the first time I saw him, it was back in Los Angeles.\n He was obviously new on the superhero business, and was fighting with a\n guy in a robotic suit that called himself OHM, like the electrical \nunit, you know? Well, he was fighting with this OHM guy, and them he \nthrew him at a lingerie store window. I saw him coming out from a pile \nof bras and knickers, I swear. I had forgotten that detail until I saw \nthat video, but I was thinking, maybe GL lost a screw or two in his head\n with that impact, you know? and maybe he developed, like, a taste for \nwearing women\u2019s underwear or something\u2026\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Ha, ha! did that really happened, Rayner?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Y-yes, but it\u2019s not how that guy said!\u2019, he sobbed.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">That had really happened on his first day as a hero. He just had the \nring the night before and didn\u2019t even had his own uniform yet, just the \ngeneric one of the force. He barely knew what he was doing, but after \nsome effort he defeated OHM, that was only a scrawny bald guy in a suit.\n He had appeared on the front page of the paper accompanied by a large \nphoto of him standing victorious with one foot on the defeated villain, \nand that same photo was now being used today to supplement the \ninterview. The lingerie store the guy had mentioned was fully visible on\n the background.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Nah, I like that guy\u2019s idea. I\u2019ll put it in your head the next time we mindfuck you\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018T-the next time?? What else do you want from me? You have already humiliated me in front of the whole city!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018You see, sucker?\u2019, Chuy intervened, \u2018This has been on the news since\n you came back home, and none of the other Lanterns had come looking to \nrescue you. They don\u2019t give a shit about a pervert loser like you\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018That\u2019s\u2026 no, it can\u2019t\u2026 that\u2019s not true, and none of this can be real! You\u2019re faking all of this!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018It\u2019s in all the channels, check it out, Greeny\u2019, the skinny goon said, flipping the controller.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle was agape and petrified. His brain couldn\u2019t process what he was \nfeeling, but his body could. His now weakened bladder came loose again \nbut it was still very empty, and he barely managed to get a squirt on \nhis underwear. He began to feel a wobble. His entire body was suddenly \ncovered in icy sweat and every inch of his skin began to tingle and \nshake. The nausea struck him hard and everything around him was \nbeginning to blur. He was going to pass out, or have a stroke. Yeah, he \nwas going to give himself a cerebral embolism to escape out of the \noverwhelming shame he was feeling, and it would be fine. He was so \noverwhelmed, that didn\u2019t realize how hard and wet his cock was getting.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">His career as a hero was over. His reputation and public image had \nbeen destroyed. He wouldn\u2019t be able to see any of his friends after \nthis. What they were going to think of him? What the others superfags on\n the force were going to say? it was far worse than the worst scenario \nhe had imagined. What was going to say to his father? Kyle had managed \nto restore a relationship with him, and now everything was ruined. If \nAaron Rayner once had distanced from Kyle to protect him, now he would \ndo it again out of loathing and shame.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He could no longer live with himself after this. He simply wanted to \nfall and die. And it probably would have been the case if had it not \nbeen because the fifteen minutes that T-Bone gave his conscience to be \nfree were coming to an end. Slowly and without noticing it, Kyle began \nto squirm in his seat. The goosebumps and icy sweat he was covered on \nslowly began to warm and be replaced by a sick joy. His mental \nreprogramming to get horny whenever he felt humiliated had slowly begun \nto gain ground to consciousness again. His asshole was tingling and \ntwitching and before he could rationalize, he was changing position, \npushing his hips to the front of his seat and spreading his legs to slip\n his hand to caress his hungry pussy.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018I\u2019m over. My friends. My dad, my dad will be so embarrassed of \nme. He is going to look at me so full of disgust and contempt that I \u2026 \nthat I \u2026 oh, fuck \u2026fuuuck, no, I\u2019m getting horny again\u2026.\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Do you still believe you\u2019re\u2026 oh, fuck, bitch, this is turning you on now?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018No\u2026 yes\u2026 kinda\u2026 it\u2019s\u2026 ohhh\u2026 it\u2019s you, not me, you fucking psycho, \ndon\u2019t pretend this is me\u2026 you\u2019re twisting me and\u2026 filling my head with \nall of your rotten perversions\u2026oh, God\u2026\u2019 he moaned as his hand slipped \nover his wet hard erection and began to caress it up and down slowly. He\n licked his precum-coated lips, and tried not to think about how good \nthat salty slime tasted.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018What are you thinking now, Kyle?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019m thinking on\u2026 thinking on\u2026my friends\u2026 my Dad\u2026 my Dad\u2026 what is he \ngoing to think of me when he sees me like that on TV\u2026. It took me years \nto find him and began a relationship with him, but now you\u2019ve fucked \neverything\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Fuck, bitch! A relationship? like, a\u2026?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018A relationship of father and son, not the depraved shit you\u2019re \nthinking, Boss. I always wanted to have a dad. He left us me and my mom \nwhen I was six\u2026 damn\u2026. oh, but I\u2019m sure you would never understand \nthat.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018You\u2019re right, bitch. I don\u2019t see why you would like to meet a fucker who dumped you and your mom away like a bag of trash.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018You don\u2019t know a shit about my family, so shut the fuck up, Boss! It was not like that! He had to do it!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Ha! That\u2019s bullshit, Rayner, and you know it!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018He had to. He was a \u2026 a\u2026 fuck, I don\u2019t want to say it\u2026. he was a s-s-s\u2026secret CIA agent\u2026 damn\u2026.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh? Well, that sounds promising; maybe we should talk about the \nRayner\u2019s family history and you daddy issues later. I love to fuck with \nyour morals, Kyle.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Do you really want to go ahead with this??? Haven\u2019t you already \nfucked me enough, you fucking psycho? You\u2019ve already ruined me!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I told you, we haven\u2019t even started. I\u2019m gonna fuck your entire \nlife, Rayner. When I\u2019m finished with you, you\u2019ll be the shame of all the\n superheroes and every chump who knows your name.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">At this point, Kyle was fully stroking his manhood without even \nbothered to pull his panties down. Chuy\u2019s and T-Bone\u2019s hard exposed \nballs and penises didn\u2019t repulsed him too much neither. It was the \nopposite. Rather now he was looking at them hungry, anxious to give them\n a taste, lick them and hopefully suck them hard until both criminals \ncame in his mouth. His conscious hadn\u2019t completely faded, but he was \ngetting too horny by the biggest humiliation of his life to think \nstraight. He began to fingering himself, but very mortified and \nembarrassed for what he was slowly becoming. Chuy began to tease him, \nbringing his cock closer to him and pulling it out of his range every \ntime Kyle tried to lick it.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Nah, nah, my princesita, I thought you wanted our juicy peckers out of your face. I think I\u2019m gonna pull it back on my jeans\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018NO! Nooo, please!\u2019, Kyle cried, and managed to free his butt from \nhis seat. The 15 minutes of grace that his captors gave him were finally\n over, and the first thing the superhero did was drop to his knees to \nthe ground, and crawl all fours after the genitals he wanted so much.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Yeah, I said that, but\u2026 now I want\u2026 hmmm\u2026 fuck, this is revolting, \nbut\u2026 oh, holy shit, I don\u2019t like cocks but I want to lick yours. And \nyour balls too. Give me your balls and your cock, please! Papi\u2026 please I\n need your cock\u2026 Boss, I need your beautiful cock and your ballsack, I \nneed cocks, please\u2026 \u00a1D\u00e9jenme chuparles la verga, por favor! Let me suck \nyou off, please!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019ll give it to you slut\u2019, Chuy said with a big lewd smile, \u2018but you\n have to call me Daddy. You know, just like you call me Papi already, \nbut I want to hear you say it in English\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Yes, Daddy, whatever you say! But please, give me your balls, Daddy, let me suck your yummie cock, Daddy!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle adopted the idea ecstatic and horrified at the same time. He sounded truly depraved begging cock to his \u201cDaddy\u201d.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Before he could regret any more what he was about to do, Chuy pulled \nhis pants down and leaned closer, standing on tiptoe to bring his \nscrotum closer to the needy mouth of the laughing stock of the city. \nWithout any trace of hesitation, Kyle came closer and buried his nose \ndeep in the thick mass of black pubic hair that grew on the testicles of\n his beloved Daddy to inhale his pungent fragrance. Due his previous \nmindfucking session, men sweat had truly became Kyle\u2019s favourite smell \nin the world, especially Chuy\u2019s among all the others. He simply loved \nit. His nose rummaged at the young latino thug\u2019s crotch, inhaling the \nscent of ballsweat and poking through the jungle of thick curly hair \nwith the hunger with which a starving pig would search for truffles.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Fuck, you\u2019re tickle me, Kyle! Oh, that\u2019s it, that\u2019s it, keep sucking\n there, putito, right there\u2026. uh, fuck, you\u2019re good on this, Kyle\u2026 eso, \nasi, keep going, maric\u00f3n de mierda\u2026.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The Emerald Cocksucker stuck out his tongue and began to suck and \nlick the huge hairy balls in front of him as if they were boiled sweets.\n Kyle had once read that the testicles had a lower temperature than the \nrest of the body to keep the sperm healthy, and felt a sting of pride to\n discover it was true. When he suck one of Chuy\u2019s big testicles inside \nhis mouth, it felt slightly cooler, contrary to what he expected.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018I\u2019m becoming a seasoned slut. I\u2019m learning a lot from men and cocks\u2019<\/em>, he proudly thought, holding on to the fleshy buttocks of the little Mexican bully to bring him closer to him.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018OOOoooohh, s\u00ed, pinche puto, keep sucking me\u2026 that\u2019s it, asi me \ngusta, maric\u00f3n, tr\u00e1gatela, cabr\u00f3n, and play it with your tongue\u2026 \nuuuuhhhhh\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Chuy grabbed him by the head, and at first forced him hard, but the \nmore Kyle licked and sucked, the gentler Papi treated him, which he took\n as a good signal. He surely was enjoying his blowjob. Kyle tried to \ntake both of Chuy\u2019s testicles in his mouth, but the furry treats were \ntoo big for him. The little goon flinched, which made Kyle recoil in \nalarm. He didn\u2019t want to hurt his beloved Papi.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Hey, hey, easy, putito, easy\u2026 don\u2019t be greedy, putito mio\u2019, Chuy \nsaid in a soft voice. He sounded loving, tender even as caressing the \ncheek of the kneeled superhero. Kyle found the touch intoxicating and \nrubbed his face against Chuy\u2019s palm, as a happy pet would do. It struck \nhim as odd that a disgusting bully like Papi had such rough-looking \nfingers, yet still felt so good and tender. The light covering of fake \nsilver on his rings was beginning to peel off, showing the copper \nunderneath, which made them look cheap and trashy. He, one of the \ngreatest heroes on Earth was being humiliated by a miserable petty thief\n who couldn\u2019t even afford decent rings, and by God, it felt great. While\n sucking on Chuy\u2019s hairy balls, Kyle felt Boss\u2019 boot lightly kicking his\n butt. Oh, this had to be undoubtedly the lowest point of his life\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">While delighted in sucking Chuy\u2019s dick, a less conscious Kyle, the \nside of him that was being merciless corrupted, reflected on what they \nhad said. None of his superslut friends had come to help him. The \ninstruction of believe on Tyron and Chuy\u2019s suggestions was so deeply \nstuck inside his mind, that he couldn\u2019t even stop to think on the \npossible reasons why his friends hadn\u2019t come to save him.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Incapable of reasoning with his stupidified brain, Kyle simply \nconnected all the dots with his previous talk about all the superheroes \nbeing smug envious sluts, and soon it was clear for him: Boss was right \nand he wasn\u2019t that important. Maybe he was not important at all. But \nwhat was getting clear was that for the rest of his \u201cfriends\u201d, he was \njust another Muscle Mary among the rows of horny whores on the Lanterns \nand the Justice League, and surely they weren\u2019t gonna miss him. With one\n whore out of the race to get men, every other queer in the league would\n have more dicks for them. All that babble about being an elite member \nwasn\u2019t really truth, but a fantasy that his dumb slow mind had created, \nsurely just to have something to boast in front of other fags to impress\n them.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Boss was right, as always\u2026 they\u2026 they didn\u2019t give a fuck for me.\n I guess\u2026. maybe\u2026 I\u2019m not important for them, I\u2019m just another dumb \nslut, a hole to be filled with cocks and spunk\u2026. fuck, cocks and spunk, \nyeahh!!\u2019.<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">A pair of hands grabbed his head and practically ripped him off \nPapi\u2019s dick. As soon as Chuy\u2019s cock came out of his mouth, Kyle felt a \nhuge hand slapping him hard twice. It was Tyron, demanding attention to \nhis huge juicy manhood.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">But if Chuy has been strangely tender with Kyle, T-Bone was the \nstraight opposite. He took Kyle by his ears and before a single yelp \nwould came out from his mouth; the thug shoved his fat cock deep down \nthe hero\u2019s throat with a violent push.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018SWALLOW MY DICK, SLUT!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The mindfucked warrior struggled to breathe and loose up his throat, \nwhile T-Bone began to face-fucked him mercilessly. Kyle thought he would\n lose the battle with his gag reflex, but managed to resist. He choked \nwhen the enormous glans hit his uvula and tried to pull back, but T-Bone\n hold his head firmly.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2019<strong>I SAID SWALLOW IT, BITCH<\/strong>!\u2019Tyron roared, pushing his hips further.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle tried to beg him to stop, tell him he couldn\u2019t breathe and how \nmuch his hears were hurting, that but it was useless. Tyron was \nskull-fucking him with all his strength. He looked up at him with \npleading eyes, imploring for mercy, but all he found was a fuzzy \nsilhouette. His eyes were flooded with an irritating mix of tears and \nsweat.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He couldn\u2019t hear clearly either because of the huge hands that \nclutched his ears. His eyes burned, and his mouth and throat ached from \nthe merciless pounding, but the worst by far was the pain on his ears.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The violent assault lasted several minutes. Every now and then T-Bone\n would pull his hard cock out of Kyle\u2019s mouth to slap him hard while \ninsulting him, and in those brief moments Kyle could breathe a little, \nbefore the huge bully grabbed him hard again by the ears or hair to keep\n fucking his mouth.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018*God, he\u2019s going to rip my ears off!\u2019*, Kyle thought scared, just as\n he felt the pressure from Tyron\u2019s hands decrease. He looked up and the \nriver of tears and sweat prevented him from distinguishing what was \nhappening, he only heard Boss say between gasps:<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019m fine, I\u2019m fine, Chuy .. sorry, baby, I got carried away.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Once free, the hero collapsed to the floor, and after a brief pause \nto catch his breath, Kyle went back to his knees to spent the next \nminutes giving them head at turns, still kneeled, jerking them with both\n hands and rubbing his dick when he had a free hand.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The criminal couple was delighted, not only because Green Lantern was\n making a very good job on servicing their dicks and ballsacks, but also\n for how goofy Kyle\u2019s face looked, his handsome features distorted, with\n his mouth widened to accommodate two huge penises inside it. He was so \nbusy sucking and marveled at the men he served, watching them caress and\n kiss each other, that he almost let both men end up in her mouth. \nFortunately, he managed to get both cocks out of his mouth in time.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Wait, what, Daddy, Boss, please! Give me your cocks up my ass! \nplease, I wanna feel your cocks inside, I need cocks!\u2019 Kyle turned \naround and exposed his muscular ass to his captors. \u2018Please, Boss, Papi!\n \u00a1Quiero vergas! I wanna feel your cocks inside me, pleeeaaaase! One in \nmy coochie, one in my mouth\u2019, he moaned, with a dopey grin. The lust had\n regained full control, and his conscious wasn\u2019t able to stop it.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Fuck, I can\u2019t believe I\u2019m begging this pair of greasy scumbags \nto fuck me, to take my turd cutter and stuff it with their dicks and \nspunk\u2026 fuck, I can\u2019t\u2026 shit, this is so wrong! I\u2019m straight! Fuck, I wish\n I were not completely useless to anything but to serve horny thugs and \ncriminals, and be their hopeless little slut\u2026\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle crawled to the couch and climbed on it. He turned to them and \nlifted his legs, spreading them apart to fully expose his hairy hungry \npussy. Didn\u2019t they liked what he had to offer? For what he knew, Papi \nwas exclusively bottom, but he surely would have fun using his mouth, \nevery men loved to be sucked, and he had a well skilled mouth to please \nhis cock, and a pretty pink hairy fuckhole for Boss to ride. His cunt \nwas surely not as appetizing and experienced as Papi\u2019s hole, but his was\n new and unused, Boss probably would have a good time premiering it.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Please, please\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018No, STOP, Kyle! For God sake, you like women, remember?!\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The once straight warrior looked at his masters with beseeching, \nglassy eyes. Why were they hesitating? Why didn\u2019t they jump on him and \nfuck him hard? None of them would like to fuck a virgin? He knew some \nmen hated virgins for being slow and clumsy on the bed and only liked to\n fuck with well skilled sluts. Would that be the case? Kyle would be \nheartbroken if so.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Boss, Papi, pleaseeeee, please\u2026 I\u2019m begging you, please\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">It would not be anywhere near the first time for T-Bone or Chuy to \ntake part in a threesome, although it would be the first time they had \ndone it in eight months, since they were together. Neither of them \nbelieved in monogamy. If someone would had asked them, they\u2019d have said \nit was crap made for and by assholes. The world was full of delicious \ncocks, asses and pussies, and the idea of not testing and fucking anyone\n eager to have fun with them seemed utterly stupid. However, they had \nstarted a monogamous relationship, the first of their lives, without \nintending it nor ever talk about it. Their insatiable carnal appetites \nremained the same, and maybe would had even increased, but they simply \ndidn\u2019t felt any need to look for anybody else, nor invite others to \ntheir bed. It had become a private space for them.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">They tacitly accepted their exclusive agreement, thinking that if \nthey ever wanted to go back to their old practices, they could discuss \nit without the other being offended or scared. It seemed that the time \nhad finally come in a form they would had never expected.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018What do you say, Chuy? We give Slut Lantern here all the cock he wants?\u2019 T-Bone said, furiously stroking his cock.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Fuck, yeah, Tyron! This sucker is sex crazy for us!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I think this fag is still too tight to take both of us up his ass at the same time. Do you want his pussy or his mouth?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019ll take his mouth, T. You take him by his cunt and fuck his damn \nbrains out\u2026\u2019, he said before giving his lover a passionate kiss.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Sound good to me, but we need something before. Place our phones in a\n right place, baby I want to record this moment\u2019, the big thug said, and\n then, turning to the babbling slut that Kyle Rayner had become, he \nsaid:<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Allright, bitch, we\u2019re gonna fuck you as you want. But we must do it\n right, so put on one of your fucking costumes. A clean one, not the \npiss soaked rags you were wearing out on the streets. We\u2019re going to \nbreed the hero of Coast City on his precious uniform.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018No, wait, that\u2019s too much, please!\u2019<\/em>, he wanted to beg.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Yes, yes, Boss, Sir, whatever you want!\u2019, Kyle moaned instead. There\n was a green glow and the horny slut on the couch was fully uniformed \nagain.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018The big strong Green Lantern is nothing but a pansy slut! No, \nstop, don\u2019t call yourself that\u2026 need, need to stop! Kyle, stop, you must\n stop\u2026this is so degrading\u2026 fuck, I\u2019m being so fucking unmanly. Shit, \nwhy I can\u2019t stop? I\u2019m so fucking horny and I can\u2019t stop. You\u2019re a \nsuperhero, stop, Kyle\u2026\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">But it was hard to feel like a superhero on his current position. \nThis uniform was new and pristine, but it was still had his butt and \nworn lace panties on view. Also, he was lying on his trashed couch, \nfully hard, stroking his fuck stick, legs on air showing his hairy \nasshole, begging to be fucked as a street whore.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Tyron\u2019s phone started ringing again.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Terry. That\u201fs Terry, he has already seen the videos and that\u2019s \nwhy he\u2019s calling for. He\u2019s been worried about me and I never told him. \nMy friend, he\u2019s my friend \u2026 I can\u2019t get you involved into this\u2026 Terry, \nplease stop calling, please\u2026\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle closed his eyes and made an effort to control himself. He knew \nhe had to protect Terry, he wasn\u2019t going to let him be involved on any \nof this mess. He had failed his friend once and had sworn that whatever \nhappened, he would not fail him again. Maybe he would have managed to \nget full control of his mind, had it not been because T-Bone snapped his\n fingers to give him a new order\u2026 and just because those orders weren\u2019t \npulling Terry in danger.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>SNAP<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Now listen to me, Rayner, I\u2019m sick of this bitch. While we place the\n cameras to make your first movie, you are going to call your little \nfriend Terry Berg. I don\u2019t want more calls, so calm down and appear to \nbe normal, because you\u2019re going to call to calm him down. You are going \nto tell him exactly this\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><hr style=\"margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;\" \/><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Terry was about to finish the call to try again, when the phone at the other side answered. \u2018Heeey, Terry, whassup, buddy?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Kyle? Kyle! Thanks God, finally!\u2019 Terry exhaled in relief.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>(\u2018Did he said \u201cwhassup\u201d???\u2019)<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Are you ok? Is everything alright? I\u2019ve been calling you for- where-\n are, are you OK? Where have you been? Have you not read any of my \nmessages? Are you at\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Hey, hey, calm down, buddy, what\u2019s ta matter?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>What\u2019s the matter??<\/em> Terry had literally a billion possible \nanswers for that question. First of all, the way he was talking. Kyle \nwas speaking as he would do at any other day. He had become on the \nlaughing stock of the whole internet, but he was asking \u201cwhat\u2019s the \nmatter?\u201d so casually, as if he were not aware of what was going on. But,\n what if that\u2019s the case? What if he wasn\u2019t really the guy on the video?<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Or maybe he has lost his head and can\u2019t see what\u2019s going on? \nHe\u2019s the man on the video don\u2019t try to deny it. That\u2019s Kyle and you know\n it.\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Terry decided to calm down and test the waters.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Where are you, Kyle? Are you at home? May I pass to visit you?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018No, sorry, buddy. I\u2019m a\u2026 something very important came up and right \nnow I have a \u2026 uh, a situation on my hands. It\u2019s, uhhhhh, rather big and\n hard and a\u2026 oh, God, I think it\u2019s\u2026 it\u2019s getting a bit harder, he, he, \nhe..\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018\u00bfKyle?\u2019, <em>What happens to him?<\/em> Terry wondered. Then he fully\n noticed how weird he was speaking. He slurred the words, and couldn\u2019t \nseem to concentrate. He would had never imagined that his friend, the \nformerly 100% straight and drugs-free Kyle Rayner, a.k.a. the mighty \nGreen Lantern, was heavily intoxicated, covered with precum of two men, \nand was stroking the hard cock of a petty car thief while talking to \nhim.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Uh? sorry, sorry Terry, I\u2019m a\u2026 I\u2019m a, a little busy right now, you \nknow?, I have a\u2026 many, it\u2019s, uh, Lantern\u2019s stuff, ya know? Lantern\u2019s \nstuff, yeah.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019m sorry, I don\u2019t want to distract you, but\u2026 Look, I\u2019m going to be honest; I\u2019m worried about you, Kyle. You see, there\u2019s a\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Terry, I\u2019m fine, I mean it, buddy.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018No, you\u2019re not. I know there\u2019s something going on with you, Kyle. \nYou\u2019re not the same, I want to help you. Just trust me. I\u2019m just a \nnormal man and maybe you\u2019re passing for something way too big for me, \nbut\u2026 just tell me and I\u2019ll do my best to help you.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Terry\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Just tell me, please.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">There was a pause. Both friends remained silent for a moment, and \nthen Terry heard something, a soft whispering sound or mumble barely \naudible on the back. It only lasted few second, but made him chill.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Kyle? Are you there?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Terry\u2026 Terry\u2026.my friend\u2026 I must protect Terry\u2026. save Terry\u2026\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Kyle?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">That made him regain his composure a bit. He tried to shake off the \nstupor of reprograming, the alcohol, the weed, and above all, the \nhorniness. As he spoke, he finally sounded like his former self.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019m here. Thank you Terry. Look, I\u2019ll be out this weekend, but \nbelieve me, this is very important. Just\u2026 just give me a time to finish \nit, and we\u2019ll talk Monday morning, ok? I still have to finish the pages \nfor our comic for the paper and\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I don\u2019t give a damn about the pages, Kyle! I\u2019m worried for you! Can I see you the Sunday? Please?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019ve told you, buddy, I\u2019ll be out to attend to some\u2026 look, you\u2019re \nright, I\u2019ve been a bit depressed lately and there\u2019s a lot of things \nhappening. I didn\u2019t told you, but I\u2019m going to have to move from my \napartment soon, and\u2026 It\u2019s complicated, but I\u2019ll tell you everything next\n Monday. I promise.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">It took a moment for Terry to respond. Kyle finally sounded like \nhimself, but he couldn\u2019t take the uneasy feeling that things were far \nworse than what he was saying. It took him a moment to talk again.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Ok, I\u2019ll see you Monday morning. But please, take care. And call me before Monday if you can.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019ll do. Thanks for calling, Terry.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018See you soon, Kyle.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><hr style=\"margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;\" \/><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">It was T-Bone who ended the call. Kyle had his hands very busy to hold the phone, jerking Tyron and himself off.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Good job, bitch\u2019, said the goon. Kyle had departed for the lines he \nhad instructed him, but he thought he had nothing to be worried about. \nThe purpose of the call had been achieved, and he wouldn\u2019t have to worry\n for more interruptions, at least for the moment.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018The cameras are ready, Ty\u2019, Chuy announced. He hadn\u2019t thought of \nsharing a bed with another man since he\u2019d met Tyron, but the perspective\n to fuck with the famous Green Lantern had kept him hard as a bone. It \nhas been long since he the last time he had been in a threesome, and his\n first time with a muscular hunk like Kyle Rayner.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Ok, Chuy, start recording. And you bitch; I want you to talk aloud. I\n like the loud faggots, who cry out for their machos\u2019 cock. Don\u2019t keep \nanything from us, do you understand, bitch boy?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Yes, yes, Boss, Sir, whatever you say\u2026\u2019 mewed Kyle, raising his legs\n up in the air again, fully offering his asshole to the horny thug. \n\u2018Just please, fuck me hard, please\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">T-Bone placed the big rounded head of his cock between Kyle\u2019s muscular buns, teasing him.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019m going to fuck your cock-hungry fagot ass to leave you well pregnant, Green Lantern.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018\u2026.please, pleaseee\u2026 I\u2019m beg- UH, FUUUUUUCK!!!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Tyron penetrated Coast City\u201fs hero without ceremony, not even \nwidening or lubricating him. The pinkish hole was too tight, but not \ntight enough to impede the passage of T-Bone\u2019s huge, fat cock. Kyle went\n cross-eyed as the enormous black cock stuffed his recum.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018FUCK, FUCK! TOO MUCH, IS\u2019S TOO MUCH, BOSS!!!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2019Uuuuhhh, SHIT! You\u2019re thigh, Green Cumdump!!\u201f T-Bone took a moment \nto enjoy the mindfucked superhero\u2019s little man-pussy, savoring his \ntriumph over the once indomitable warrior. Still not moving, he could \nfeel Kyle\u2019s insides contracting in spasms on his cock. His inners began \nto feel wet, as T-Bone\u2019s cock was squirting precum all inside.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018AUGH, I\u2026 SHIT! AAHHH\u2026 FEELS LIKE\u2026 LIKE\u2026 AHH!!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Still inside the hero\u2019s butthole, Tyron extended his hands and \nsqueezed hard Kyle\u2019s nipples. The superhero squirmed hard and moaned in a\n high pitch.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Like what, faggot?\u2019, Tyron slapped Kyle hard. \u2018I told you have to said EVERYTHING!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018AWWW, FAWCK!! HURTS!! FEELS I\u2019M GONNA, GONNA-AGGH!!!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I said say it, you stupid slut!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018IT FEELS LIKE I\u2019M GOING TO SHIT AND PISS ALL OVER MYSELF!! BOSS, PLEAAAASE!!!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">T-Bone smirked, and as if Kyle had asked him otherwise, he started pumping the emerald knight\u2019s butthole over and over again.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Please, wait, Sir! Just give me a sec- I\u2019m gonn- AH, HOLY FUCK!\u2019, he\n opened his eyes to see his beloved Boss, but could only barely see his \nsillouette through the rivers of tears and sweat that clouded his \nvision.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Ha, ha! I don\u2019t give a fuck! I\u2019m gonna make you shit by pleasure, you fucking cock-hungry pig!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Chuy went close to make some closeups, holding the phone with one hand, and using the other to jerk himself off.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Ahhh, so fucking good, T! \u00a1Que rico te cojes a esta mierda de putito!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2019Just- BOSS, PLEASE I- awwww, shit- Papi, I Aaaaahhhhaaaahhhhh- need a\n &#8211; Heheh! Woo! Ahhaahh! fuuuuuck!! \u2019 Kyle barely registed he had been \ncalled a shitty faggot, and tried to beg them to stop just for a second \nto take a breath, but find himself unable to talk. He tried to think on \nthe Green Lanterns Oath to regain some focus, but was equally useless. \nThe Emerald Knight went agape and cross-eyed, moaning aloud as he was \nfucked stupid over and over. His overdrived senses didn\u2019t even took \nnotice of how Chuy came closer to take video and pics of the goofy faces\n he was making.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018I\u2019m being fucked, for God sake, I used to fuck women and I have a big fat cock fucking my ass\u2026 ohh, and I fucking love it!\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Uuhhh, fuck, your little cunt\u2019s feels so nice! Just let you go, \nGreen Moron. Let yourself go and you\u2019ll see that this starts to feel \nbetter!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Fuck, Ty! This bitch is sex crazed! Just see the faces he\u2019s making!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Ohh, and his cunt is soooo good! Come on, Chuy, give it a try!\u2019 \nT-Bone pulled his cock out of the superhero\u2019s man-cunt with a loud \nsquelching noise. The Emerald Slut moaned aloud, but before he could \nprotest for his emptiness, he found his ass stuffed again by the little \nslacker.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Uhhhhhhh, fucking sweet!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">After being pounded merciless by T-Bone\u2019s cock, Kyle\u2019s cunt took \nChuy\u2019s boner easier. The small goon was less ruthless to take the hero\u2019s\n anal virginity, but Kyle kept moaning and squirming the same.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018I\u2019m straight, dammit, I love women, I FUCK, FUCK this feels so \nwrong FUUUCK but good and straight and who the fuck you\u2019re trying to \nfool you love cocks and men and cock and balls and be a fucking homo and\n keep fucking me please I LOVE TO BE FUCKED AND-\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">A hard slap from T-Bone brought him out of his daze.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Bitch, turn around and get on all fours. Now\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Yes, yes, boss, whatever you &#8211; UGH! FUCK, PAPI! Give me more, give me more, please!!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Chuy slithered his dick in and out of Kyle for some minutes. Although\n the skinny lowlife had become mostly a bottom after meeting Tyron, he \nfound Kyle\u2019s crack nice indeed.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2019Woo! Hoo\u2026Oooooh-oh-ouuuuhhhh\u2026 fu.. Haaaaawwwwhh! Papi, uh! OOH! Ah-haaahaaahh! of, fuck, I\u2019m-I\u2019m\u2026 shit, YEAHHHHHHH!!!&#8221;<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Tyron, make this sow shut up, please, baby. Ohhh, yess, that\u2019s it, \nGreen Cumdump. A good little bitch like to eat ass-flavored cocks. Take a\n good taste of your own asshole, sucker. That\u2019s it, that\u2019s good\u2026 eat the\n fat cock that was deep into your filthy pussy and clean it\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Tyron grabbed Kyle by the hair hard and pushed his hard cock deep \ninto his throat. The hero felt that he was going to puke, both for the \nimpact Tyron\u2019s cock head against his uvula, and for revulson for eat a \nhard dick that had been on the deepest of his own asshole seconds ago, \nbut he was able to dominate himself.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Good job, keep sucking it, Green Latrine! You\u2019re loving this SO much\u2026\u2019<\/em>,\n said a voice inside his head, the same voice that sounded almost like \nhim that hours ago had proudly said \u201cFuck dignity!\u201d, only this time that\n voice was clear and strong, and not a low whisper on his head.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Yeah, yeahh\u2026 I love this so much, so fuck dignity again. Fuck dignity now and ever\u2026\u2019<\/em>\n He recalled his past experiences sucking cocks and tried to put what he\n learned into practice, taking care of his tooth and playing with his \ntongue all around the delicious manhood in front of him. He must please \nhis men well. The pain in his ass was still intense, but the pleasure of\n knowing himself humiliated in this amazing way and being recorded on \nvideo made it not only more bearable, but exciting. He began to play \nwith his own fuck stick through the fabric of his uniform. It worked the\n same as his constructs, based on his imagination, so he could have \nsimply imagined a zipper on his groin to allow himself more direct \naccess to his cock, but for the Pervert Kyle the idea of cumming on his \nuniform and dirtying it with his jizz was far more appealing. Every time\n he had made it had helped to solidify the idea on his head, and at this\n point filling his uniform with spunk seemed a natural thing to do for \nhim.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">They spent the next 10 minutes fucking like this, until both thugs \nfelt close to finishing, and decided to swap places. Tyron preferred \nKyle\u2019s ass, and Chuy his mouth.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">When the Mexican thug saw Kyle\u2019s face he couldn\u2019t help laughing. \nGreen Lantern was panting in exhaustion, cross-eyed, smiling stupidly at\n them. Tears streamed from the holes in his mask, as did the snots from \nhis nose and a mix of drool and precum of his mouth. The dashing \nsuperhero hadn\u2019t stop pawing the hard rod on his crotch like a monkey in\n heat.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018\u2026more, more cocks, I need your cocks\u2026 more, give me more\u2026\u2019, murmured in a hoarse, rasping voice.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">T-Bone rammed into Green Lantern\u2019s ass with renewed energy and got a better angle to directly stimulate Kyle\u2019s prostate.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Fuck, this man is fucking bull, he\u2019s tearing my pussy apart!\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle Rayner reached the limit. He would have screamed at the top of \nhis lungs, but his mouth was full of Chuy\u2019s cock. The Emerald Knight \nclenched his manhood tightly and filled the crotch of his uniform with a\n big load of his seed, as his mind melted like a fuse.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">T-Bone and Chuy noticed that the hero had climaxed by the internal \ncontractions at both ends of the warrior and by his muffled moans, but \ndidn\u2019t stopped fucking him. Kyle went limp and tried to pull away, but \nhis masters hadn\u2019t done with him yet. They held Green Lantern in place, \nthis time though, his fucking got harder, as if they were punishing Kyle\n for cumming before them. Kyle kept moaning and sucking, but this time \nit was louder and sharper. He was too exhausted and couldn\u2019t continue \nmuch longer. He just wanted to collapse on the couch.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Chuy finished first. He grabbed Kyle by the ears and shoved his cock \ndeep into his throat. Kyle felt the discharge of thick spunk filling his\n mouth and despite his pitiful mental state, he did his best to not to \nswallow it. He wanted to keep it on his mouth to fully taste it to \nsatisfy his morbid curiosity. Even so, he was too exhausted and needed \nto catch his breath, so when Chuy took out his member from his panting \nmouth, a good amount of cum came out of it.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Tyron finished last. His fucking got harder and his thrust became \nsharper, driving his cock home into Kyle\u2019s now sloppy asshole. After a \nfew more minutes of fucking, T-Bone threw his head back and with a roar,\n he shot his cum deep into Green Lantern\u2019s asshole, to finally let him \nfall on the floor.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The three men collapsed, panting and bathed in sweat. Kyle was about \nto fall asleep, but reached into his ass and felt Tyron\u2019s sticky cum \ninside him. For some reason, that made him feel happy, whole. He stuck \ntwo fingers deep inside his defiled cleft, brought them out covered with\n T-Bone\u2019s thick white cum, and took them to his mouth.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Now you\u2019re a real slut, Kyle Rayner\u2026 a filthy cum guzzler\u2026 yeahh\u2026. \nfuck dignity. Fuck dignity, fuck straightness, fuck yourself and fuck \neverything else\u2026\u2019, he thought full of pride before fall unconscious, \nwith both fingers still stuck on his mouth.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><hr style=\"margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;\" \/><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">After finishing the call with Kyle, Terry went to Coast City\u2019s \nMemorial Park, found a bench near the shore of the lake, and sat \nmeditating, watching the ripples in the water and the groups of ducks \nhappily strolling over them. He needed a relaxing view so he could think\n about what to do next.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Talking with Kyle hadn\u2019t reassured him, it gave him instead more \nreasons to raise the red flags. If before the calling had the impression\n things were wrong with his friend, now he was convinced. Fucking wrong,\n honestly.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">For starters, Kyle didn\u2019t sound anything like normal, at least at \nfirst. He was slurring his words, was poorly articulated, and had \nsounded\u2026 well, he sounded pretty stupid. He never spoke like that, not \neven at the last Christmas dinner, when he had had a little too much to \ndrink. It was the only time he ever saw Kyle a bit tipsy, and he had \nbeen far more articulated that night.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">And what he had heard, or had thought he heard during the call, that \nwhispering sound on the background\u2026 that well could have been a figment \nof his imagination, but it continued to unsettle him.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">After thinking about it for a bit, he decided that the whisper was \nreal. There had been someone with Kyle coercing him during the call. It \nwas the only explanation for his crazy behavior. But who could do that \nto him? It had to be some supervillain or a group of them, but who with \nthe power to put a Green Lantern on the ropes would have an interest on \nhumiliating him in such a puerile and stupid way? Why would someone \nforce Kyle to exhibit himself in such an embarrassing state, and above \nall, how?<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Terry didn\u2019t know the full list of Green Lantern\u2019s enemies, just a \nfew of them that he had seen on the news, and Kyle had never wanted to \ntalk much about them. \u201cThe less you know, the better for you,\u201d he had \ntold him once, but he knew for sure that some of his enemies would had \nbeen easily qualified as certified nutcases. He did not think for a \nminute that a couple of petty street thugs could be behind this; it was \njust inconceivable that ordinary goons could humiliate a superhero in \nsuch an outrageous way.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">What could he do? He suspected Kyle had lied and was at home all this\n time, but supposing he really was there, trapped in the clutches of \nsome loon with superpowers, what could he do? He was just a simple \nhuman. Asking the police for help was out of the question. That would \nexpose Kyle\u2019s secret identity and in the end it might be useless to save\n him.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018I should have taken the ring when I had the chance. Then I could rescue him now\u2026.\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Nonsense. If the person or persons behind this are really \nmanipulating a warrior as powerful and experienced as Kyle, Terry could \nnever fight them even with superpowers. Nor fight against Kyle neither, \nif the hypothetic villain or villains were really manipulating him, and \ndecide to turn him against Terry. It was a possible scenario to \nconsider.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018John. Call John Stewart. He would know how to deal with this\u2019.<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The former U.S. Marine and leader of the Green Lantern Corps had \nstayed with Terry during his long recovery and the extensive physical \ntherapy he had passed through at request of Kyle, who had decided to \nleave Earth for a while full of guilt and remorse for failing to do \nsomething more for Terry, out of catching his attackers. John had a \nreputation for being a tough man, cold even, but he was never like that \nwith Terry. He was a man of iron discipline, sure, and more than once he\n had made Terry exert to the limit of tears during the painful physical \ntherapy he had undergone to accomplish every single exercise on the \nschedule to get a full recovery. Terry was grateful to him for being so \nfirm during his pass across that tortuous way. If he had had someone \nmore indulgent by his side, he would have ended up hunchbacked or \nwalking slowly using a cane, like an old man. They had become close \nfriends during those hard months, and when Terry left the hospital, John\n spent months teaching him self-defense techniques and martial arts. \nThey were completely different in personal tastes and points of view, \nbut maybe it was for that they both enjoyed their time with each other. \nEven though the friendship between Kyle and John had grown relatively \ncold in recent years, the soldier was still friends with him and they \ncalled each other from time to time, no matter where they were. Terry \nthought about it a bit, but resolved he had no choice. Even if he would \nhave contact with other superheroes (which he didn\u2019t had), he couldn\u2019t \nthink of someone better or more qualified to find out what was happening\n and help his friend.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">While dialing John\u2019s number, Terry thought about how to explain the \nsituation without sounding alarmist, or going into lurid detail. Kyle\u2019s \nlook and behavior on that footage wasn\u2019t something easy to explain to a \nformer Marine, and Terry was already blushing in embarrassment just to \nthink on how to describe it, or how to talk about the reactions it was \nprovoking on internet. He could imagine John\u2019s disgusted and puzzled \nface at the other end of the line. Maybe he would not even believe him \nand would think Terry was trying to make some sort of joke. He quickly \ndecided it would be best to put all details aside. The only important \nthing was to get help for Kyle.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The phone only rang twice.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Hi, Terry\u2019, greeted the strong deep voice the other side of the \nline. Terry had never commented on it, but he figured John\u2019s voice alone\n was enough to assure him many \u201cyes\u201d with the ladies.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Hey, John, how are you doing? Excuse me, is this a good time to call\n you?\u2019, Terry always asked that. It was unusual not to find John Stewart\n in the middle of something important.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019m actually a bit busy now, pal\u2019 , he said. He was working on the \ncatch of an gun dealers gang, that were barricaded in a building. It \nwasn\u2019t that those weapons could affect him or get past through his \ndefenses, but it was always better to end these kinds of situations \nquickly, before some idiot hurt someone else or themselves. \u2018But I \nalways have a minute to you, buddy. What\u2019s going on?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh, ok, I don\u2019t want to distract you too much, but \u2026 you see, I\u2019m worried about Kyle.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Kyle? What happen to him?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Well, he\u2019s been a bit strange lately; I think \u2026 I don\u2019t know, I feel something is happening to him. I think s-\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Before Terry could finish, he was interrupted by the sound of an explosion.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018John? are you OK?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Never better. One of these idiots just threw a grenade. Look, I\u2019ll \ngo see Kyle as soon as I\u2019ve done here, I don\u2019t think this take me long, \nbut, it\u2019s always hard to tell.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Ok, John, thank you\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Don\u2019t worry, buddy. I\u2019ll call you after I stop by to tell you how he is.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Thanks, and take care, John.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Terry hung up the call and breathed in relief. 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