{"id":57,"date":"2021-08-15T20:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-08-15T20:00:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2021-11-17T04:45:58","modified_gmt":"2021-11-17T04:45:58","slug":"green-lantern-emerald-downgrade-chapter-10","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worldofgaysuperheroes.com\/index.php\/2021\/08\/15\/green-lantern-emerald-downgrade-chapter-10\/","title":{"rendered":"Green Lantern: The Emerald Downgrade Chapter 10"},"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-9d3a657b749a4'\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_da5c654479a94' class='yasr-visitor-votes'><div class=\"yasr-custom-text-vv-before yasr-custom-text-vv-before-57\">Click to rate this post!<\/div><div id='yasr-vv-second-row-container-da5c654479a94' \n                                        class='yasr-vv-second-row-container'><div id='yasr-visitor-votes-rater-da5c654479a94'\n                                      class='yasr-rater-stars-vv'\n                                      data-rater-postid='57' \n                                      data-rating='0'\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-da5c654479a94\"><svg xmlns=\"https:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\" width=\"20\" height=\"20\" \n                                   class=\"yasr-dashicons-visitor-stats\"\n                                   data-postid=\"57\" \n                                   id=\"yasr-stats-dashicon-da5c654479a94\">\n                                   <path d=\"M18 18v-16h-4v16h4zM12 18v-11h-4v11h4zM6 18v-8h-4v8h4z\"><\/path>\n                               <\/svg><span id=\"yasr-vv-text-container-da5c654479a94\" class=\"yasr-vv-text-container\">[Total: <span id=\"yasr-vv-votes-number-container-da5c654479a94\">0<\/span>  Average: <span id=\"yasr-vv-average-container-da5c654479a94\">0<\/span>]<\/span><\/div><div id='yasr-vv-loader-da5c654479a94' class='yasr-vv-container-loader'><\/div><\/div><div id='yasr-vv-bottom-container-da5c654479a94' \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=\"57\" class=\"elementor elementor-57\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-122f76b2 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"122f76b2\" 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-41239a7b\" data-id=\"41239a7b\" 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-3ea2d167 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"3ea2d167\" 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 story is still in process of publication at the time of this publication the story has 11 chapters.&nbsp;<\/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> \n<\/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 10<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">&nbsp;<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The mighty Green Lantern was enjoying the warm puddle of piss on the \ngrimy floor of the gang\u2019s hideout when he heard the familiar commotion \nof police cars driving up to the place. It had only been a couple of \nminutes since he neutralized that threat, but not before they had used \nhim as a public pissoir.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The hero looked up at the sound.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Good, the cops are here,\u2019<\/em> the once-proud superhero thought \nwith a big, goofy smile. His glance trailed down to the rockhard pole \nbetween his legs, and for some reason, he felt the need to compliment \nit, too.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018We did it! Good job, bro!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The words \u2018Dick Bro\u2019 instantly came up in his mind. That was a good \nname for his member, he told himself. He flexed the muscles in his \ncrotch a couple of times to make his hard member bobble in response.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Dick Bro. That\u2019s it. Hi there, Dick Bro! Fuck yeah, DIck Bro! Good \njob, Dick Bro!\u2019 he said dopily, savouring every word. He guffawed like a\n dimwit after that litany of phrases, caressing his member as if he were\n polishing it off. Yeah, he knew he sounded stupid, but that was exactly\n the way a perverted dumbass like him was meant to talk.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Although Chuy and Tyrone hadn\u2019t meant to dumb him down, the first \nthing they inadvertently did during the initial deep trance had been to \ncall him a moron. After that, they kept mocking him for his \u201ctiny \nbrain\u201d, or indirectly implied his stupidity by insulting his \nintelligence.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">His deplorable performance during the last few minutes had been the \nlast straw, and in his addled mind, the poor hero had consolidated the \nidea that he was indeed a moron. Although his IQ remained as high as \never, he know believed he was a horny idiot &#8211; and so his mind started \nbehaving accordingly.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Fucking great, Dick Bro! The cops are here\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Just like the other changes to his mindset, his brain would need time\n to adjust to the new realization and balance itself out. Because of the\n delay, the mindfucked superhero\u2019s brain snapped back to normal for a \nbrief moment. As he struggled to regain his bearings, he became fully \nconscious of what he was doing: he was sitting in a puddle of piss, \npulling at his exposed pole in public, talking and acting like an \nimbecile\u2026 WHILE HE WAS SURROUNDED BY COPS, EMERGENCY SERVICES, AND NEWS \nREPORTERS\u2026 NOT TO MENTION THE GOONS HE WAS TRYING TO ARREST IN THE FIRST\n PLACE HOLY SHIT!!!<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh God! Oh my God! WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING!!\u2019 Kyle \nexclaimed. There was an audible splash as he jumped out of the puddle, \nhis massive boner bouncing lewdly at the sudden movement. Luckily, he \ndid that right before an army of cops stormed the demolished warehouse. \nThey barely took notice of him though. They focused on quickly arresting\n half of the gang that wasn\u2019t unconscious, while emergency services \ntended to any of the injured or wounded.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Once the excitement had died down, a police officer noticed Green Lantern and started approaching him with a smile.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle started panicking internally.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018I can\u2019t be seen like this! Please, God! I can\u2019t!\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">In a quick attempt to distance himself from the officer, the \nsuperhero rose into the air. He tried to get as far away as possible so \nthat the policeman wouldn\u2019t notice his stench or the assless chaps that \nwas currently a staple on his uniform.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">To Kyle\u2019s surprise, the officer didn\u2019t seem to notice anything amiss &#8211;\n not even his raging boner that he subconsciously kept in full display. \nInstead, all the policeman did was extend a polite greeting and offer \nhis gratitude at Green Lantern\u2019s help catching the criminals.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">When the cop tried to ask the hero for a couple of follow up \nquestions, Kyle responded that he needed to go somewhere else. Kyle \nmurmured a quick explanation on how he had stopped the would-be thieves \n(omitting the embarrassing parts, of course). However, before he could \nfly away, the officer asked him where the money was.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018It\u2019s, uh\u2026 under\u2026 that,\u2019 Kyle said, pointing to a mountain of rubble \nand rusted machinery. The entire van had been completely buried.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh, God,\u2019 the cop shook his head, and sheepishly looked back up to \nthe hero. \u2018Would it be possible for you to give us a hand with that, GL?\n I know you\u2019re busy, but I don\u2019t know how long it would take us to clear\n all of that up ourselves. Can you do something?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle knew that the officer was right. It would be best if he \nretrieved the money himself. Almost on autopilot, Kyle conjured the \nfirst thing that came to mind &#8211; a backhoe loader that construction crews\n used to do work like this. Without thinking, Kyle let his imagination \nrun wild when creating this construct. Unfortunately for him, instead of\n his usual trove of fantasy, comic books and anime, his imagination drew\n from one of his newer interests: men.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">As his ring lit up the room in a green glow, Kyle groaned in dismay.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Goddamit, have you really lost your mind?\u2019<\/em> Kyle thought to \nhimself as he looked in horror at what he had done. He had created a \ngeneric backhoe loader, which he was happy about, but he could see that \nhe had added something extra inside the cabin. His subconscious had \nsomehow created a construction worker operating the machine, in full \nview of everyone, but it wasn\u2019t just any construction worker.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Inside was a burly, hairy bear of a man, with a tiny vest covering \nhis shirtless torso. He had tight, denim pants with a ridiculously \nindecent waist that led down to a very suggestive bulge.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Nobody had drawn attention to his lewd creation, but Kyle\u2019s cheeks \nturned scarlet at the realization of what he had done. He discreetly \ntried to fix his mistake.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Come on, can\u2019t you do anything right anymore?\u2019<\/em> Kyle berated himself internally. However, trying to fix this situation proved to be his third dumb decision in a row.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">At this point, his subconscious mind was in full control, and Kyle \nhelplessly laid out his new fantasies out for all to see. The \nconstruction worker transformed into an even bigger version of itself, \nwith his pecs growing into that of a professional bodybuilder. His once \nmodest chest had now become giant, rounded man-tits with big, round \nnipples sticking straight out. His soft belly had turned into a muscular\n roid gut. His facial expression adopted a lustful, slow-witted gaze. \nWhat once was a regular vest turned into a full-on tight leather harness\n that could barely contain his oversized steroid boobs, with a series of\n criss-crossed belts appearing on his giant, veiny, muscled arms. A \ncollection of sex toys joined the tools on his utility belt with his \npants shrinking even more, drawing more attention to a newly enlarged \nbulge that bordered on the obscene.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle felt hopeless. Were these perverted thoughts the only things his\n once creative brain could come up with? As he debated whether to erase \nthe thing from existence, he noticed that again, none of the cops in \nfront of him seemed to notice anything wrong. They barely even noticed \nits existence, it seemed; they were too focused on rescuing any injured \npeople or thinking of other ways to get the money out. Thank God, \ndespite his altered mental state, everyone seemed to be going about \ntheir usual business.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">That is, except for the people <strong>behind him<\/strong>. He was so\n focused on avoiding embarrassment from the officer that had approached \nhim, and his initial team that was working on most of the damage, that \nhe forgot that he had a bigger audience forming. The ruins of the \nwarehouse had drawn quite a large crowd of spectators and new reporters \nthat were hungrily taking pics and videos of his exposed ass. Some even \nwent round the side to get at the massive tent on his groin, too.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">It didn\u2019t take him long to clean up the rubble. Once the van with the\n stolen money was visible, the hero\u2019s construct disappeared into thin \nair and he took that as his cue to leave. That whole interaction \nprobably took no more than a couple of minutes, but the damage was done.\n By the time the hero had left the scene, the internet was already \nablaze with the photos of him in his new uniform. Minutes later, the \nhashtags \u2018ButtLantern\u2019 and \u2018DickLantern\u2019 were trending on Twitter.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><hr style=\"margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;\" \/><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">T-Bone and Chuy were not morning people. Their usual schedule involved waking up at noon with a quick \u201cbreakfuck\u201d (<em>\u2018The most important fuck of the day\u2019<\/em>,\n as T-Bone would say), then smoking a quick blunt on their deformed foam\n mattress as they started waking up in earnest. They then went to the \nkitchen for an unhealthy breakfast of leftovers and scrambled eggs, with\n a flat soda or a stale beer from the night before. And that\u2019s if they \neven bothered to have breakfast.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">They basically just did whatever they wanted for the rest of the day.\n The only things they consistently did were workouts at one of the many \noutdoor gyms in Coast City, and their favourite form of cardio &#8211; rough \nspontaneous sex at any time of the day. But they didn\u2019t bother having a \nroutine for either of those things, they just happened whenever the mood\n would strike. They reasoned that they didn\u2019t have a strict schedule \nbecause they didn\u2019t want anyone being able to predict where they would \nbe, but the truth is, they just lacked any sort of discipline to follow a\n plan for their lives, either in leisure or in \u201cwork\u201d.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The aforementioned \u201cwork\u201d and the time invested on it varied widely \ndepending on their mood and their need. Some days they would actually be\n selling weeds on the streets, but they never did that for more than an \nhour. On those same days, they\u2019ll probably end up spending hours \ngambling with other lowlives instead. Other days, they would pass time \nby doing small-scale robberies in big stores, stuff that the owners \nprobably won\u2019t notice. If they were feeling extra ambitious, they might \ntry and steal parts off of poorly guarded vehicles and resul them. \nRecently, they\u2019ve graduated to stealing and reselling entire cars &#8211; that\n got them enough money to live comfortably for a couple of weeks, \ndepending on how nice the car was or how gullible the buyers were.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Chuy and T-Bone thought hard work was for chumps. The secret to \nsuccess was to keep life as simple as possible. They had rules that they\n lived by: never use violence in their \u201cwork\u201d, except to defend \nthemselves; never expose themselves to too much risk; never spend too \nmuch time doing the same thing; and never tie themselves down to anybody\n else\u2019s plans.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Those rules had been crafted thanks to experience, often painful \nones, acquired over the years. T-Bone still remembered the one time he \nhad decided to take part in a poorly planned (and even more poorly \nexecuted) robbery at an electronics store. When everything had gone to \nshit, his partners had abandoned him and he ended up behind bars thanks \nto no other than the mighty Green Lantern, hero of Coast City.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">To be fair, he had been back on the streets just a couple of months \nlater, but even the six months he spent in jail had taken a massive toll\n on Tyron\u2019s life. It had been three years since then, and thanks to \nT-Bone\u2019s life rules, he hadn\u2019t been back. But he\u2019d never forgotten his \ntime in jail, and he never stopped hating the Emerald Knight.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">It took awhile for Tyron to fully wake up, and at first, he couldn\u2019t \neven remember where he was. He was laying on a soft bed with sheets that\n were both clean and soft &#8211; definitely not what he was used to waking up\n in. It was quiet in the room, save for soft chirps of birds outside his\n window. He couldn\u2019t hear of the noises he was usually accustomed to: no\n sirens from patrol cars or ambulances, no loud arguments or cries from \nhelp from his neighbours, no gunshots. He looked to his side and saw \nsunlight filtering through clean white curtains that covered tall \nwindows, rather than the small, bare windows with grimy glass \noverlooking crumbling red brick walls and rusty pipes.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Turning to his left, he saw a digital clock by the bed that displayed\n an unusually early hour for him: 10:32 a.m. He could hardly believe it.\n As he shook his grogginess away, he realized what was happening.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Oh, yes. I\u2019m at Green Lantern\u2019s house. I mean\u2026 our house. Yes. This is our house now. Now and forever,\u2019<\/em> T-Bone thought to himself. He couldn\u2019t help but smile.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Not even in his wildest, vengeful fantasies did Tyron ever expect \nthis. He\u2019d been able to steal Green Lantern\u2019s entire life and strip him \nof everything he had: his house, his money, his clothes, and even his \nentire sexual identity and dignity. It took him and Chuy less than a \nnight to rob him of everything he had in life &#8211; all thanks to that \nawesome mind control machine. Not only that, but he had found that \nmessing with the hero\u2019s mind, all the while corrupting and ridiculing \nhim, had even added extra fuel to his already hyperactive sex life with \nChuy. And things had only just begun. He was going to take everything \nfrom the man who stole him the most precious of his life all those years\n ago. It was going to be a great day.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">T-Bone turned to the side, and there he saw his boyfriend next to \nhim, still sleeping, a peaceful expression on his face that Tyron \ncouldn\u2019t help but love. They\u2019d only been together for eight months, but \nit was easily the happiest eight months of his life &#8211; and what was even \nbetter, he was sure Chuy felt the same way.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He rolled over to the little Latino and began kissing him gently. \nChuy stirred, and mumbled something unintelligible before returning \nT-Bone\u2019s sweet kisses. Before Chuy was even fully awake, he \ninstinctively slid his hand under the covers in search of T-Bone\u2019s \nthrobbing member. It didn\u2019t take him long to find it.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Good morning, my love,\u2019 Chuy said as he broke the kiss. He gave \nT-Bone\u2019s huge penis a couple of slow, gentle strokes, playfully sliding \nhis thumb across the tip of the big, rounded head it had. It always \nreminded Chuy of a giant mushroom.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Good morning, my pretty. Did you sleep well, Jes\u00fas?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Never better\u2019, he replied with a yawn. Inching closer to his \nboyfriend, Chuy added, \u2018Come closer, T. I want to give you a hand with \nthis.\u2019 Under the covers, T-Bone could feel Chuy give his hard member a \nlittle shake.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Before T-Bone could answer, Chuy had rolled on top of the bulky and \nbegan to rub against his body slowly. Chuy leaned close to T-Bone\u2019s ear,\n and he whispered gently:<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I thought I had dreamed everything that happened yesterday. What a crazy day.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">T-Bone cracked another smile.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018The same thing happened to me, loco. Uuuuu, don\u2019t stop, don\u2019t stop. \nDo that again\u2026 uhhh, yesss\u2026. Oh, but it wasn\u2019t a dream, baby. We really \nmade it.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">After some more snuggling, Chuy had an idea.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018What do you say we bring Kyle in here to watch us fucking in his old\n bed? It was so hot seeing him helplessly turned on when we were fucking\n on his couch. He\u2019ll go crazy if he saw me riding your dick again.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Uhh, that\u2019s a great idea, baby. Wake him up. Maybe I can get him to record us on his phone, too.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Chuy smiled wide and sauntered out of the room. Tyron followed the sway of his ass with lust in his eyes.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018My God, you look so fucking sexy, Chuy.\u2019 At T-Bone\u2019s suggestion, \nChuy had put on a garter belt, a pair of open-crotch panties and fishnet\n stockings from Kyle\u2019s ex-girlfriends\u2019 box of discarded clothes (now his\n only clothes). He had worn them during their last fuck of the night. \nThe rings on Chuy\u2019s nipples completed the look &#8211; and they shone bright \nin the early morning light. Chuy blew his lover a kiss before he stepped\n out into the living room.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">T-Bone couldn\u2019t stop smiling. Maybe he should force Kyle to wear \nT-Bone\u2019s and Chuy\u2019s used underwear. That son of a bitch didn\u2019t deserve \nto even wear clean clothes anymore. The prospect of spending the rest of\n his day humiliating his most hated enemy excited him like no other &#8211; \nand even better, he got to do that with the man he loved. He was so \nexcited that he didn\u2019t even crave his usual morning toke. Tyron was \ntrying to decide on the best angle to film their fuckfest using Kyle\u2019s \niPhone, when Chuy ran back into the room with a worried expression.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Tyron, baby, Kyle\u2019s gone.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">T-Bone\u2019s eyes went wide.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Kyle\u2019s gone? What do you mean, \u201cKyle\u2019s gone\u201d?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I mean he\u2019s gone, T. I can\u2019t find him anywhere. What else could \u201cKyle\u2019s gone\u201d mean?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Did you check the bathroom? Maybe he\u2019s just taking a dump?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I did. It looked like he took a shower at some point, but it was at least a couple of hours ago.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Shit.\u2019 Tyron mumbled, jumping out of bed. He was wearing nothing \nsave for Kyle\u2019s silk briefs, already wet with his precum. As he headed \nto the living room, he turned to Chuy once again.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018How can you be sure he took a shower, baby? Did you hear him earlier?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018No, I only realized after looking in the bathroom. The floor\u2019s dry \nbut the soap bar was still a bit damp. He probably woke up at dawn.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Despite his worry, he was vaguely impressed at his boyfriend\u2019s detective work.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Clever boy.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Beaming slightly at the praise, Chuy mentioned that he checked the studio, too.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">They headed into the living room together. Even though he knew the \nmess in here would disgust Kyle, Chuy and T-Bone found nothing wrong \nwith the scene. For them, the only thing that stuck out was that the \nsuperhero had vanished.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I woke up at around three or four in the morning for a glass of \nwater. He was still on the couch, curled up in a ball. He was \nshivering.\u2019 Then Chuy added, ashamed, \u2018I felt pretty bad for him, so I \nbrought him a blanket.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He looked at T-Bone. \u2018Please don\u2019t be mad, Ty. I know how you feel about him, but I couldn\u2019t leave him like that.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018No, of course, not, baby. I hate the bitch, yes, but I\u2019m not <em>that<\/em>\n cruel.\u2019 Then, in an attempt to not look soft, he added, \u2018After all, \nit\u2019s fine to take care of our little pet. Did you notice anything weird \nabout him?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018He was mumbling something in his sleep, but I couldn\u2019t understand a \nword. Apart from the fact that he was shivering, he seemed fine.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">T-Bone tried to process all that information, before noticing Kyle\u2019s \nratty tank top and shorts hanging from the chair on the terrace.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Chuy followed his gaze. \u2018Did he wash his clothes?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The thugs went out to check. The tank top had completely dried, but the daisy dukes still felt a bit wet.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018It looks like he did. That actually sounds like something he would do. He seems like a neat freak.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018But if he was in the mood to do his laundry, then why is the living \nroom still full of garbage? Do you think he stumbled out on the streets \nnaked? Like, maybe we really did drive him crazy?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Nah, don\u2019t be silly,\u2019 Tyron replied to reassure Chuy, but he was \nworried about the exact same thing. He\u2019d gotten more and more nervous as\n Kyle started explaining the workings of the hypnotic machine and its \npossible risks. T-Bone ignored everything about the subject\u2019s mental \nhealth and had no idea what \u201cnervous breakdowns\u201d and \u201cmental collapse\u201d \nwere, but to him those were smartass words that meant \u201cfucking crazy\u201d. \nBy the end of Kyle\u2019s little lecture, all he could think of were Kyle \ndressed all in white, restrained by a thick straightjacket, begging \ndesperately for cocks in a padded room, locked forever in the basement \nof a creepy hospital. He hated Kyle with all his heart, but not to the \nextent of driving him nuts and sending him to a loony bin.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Are you sure, T? I\u2019m worried, baby. What if he went psycho like the \ninstructions said, and now he\u2019s killing people on the highway?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">At any other moment, he would\u2019ve treated this train of thought as \nparanoia, but right now, it sounded like a possibility. Kyle had \nmentioned something about \u201cpsychopathic crisis\u201d or some shit like that, \nanother smartass phrase for \u201cwent bananas\u201d. Tyron didn\u2019t want to worry \nhis boyfriend any further, so he did his best to hide his own doubts.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Then, a very reasonable and logical idea wormed its way into his head. He began to feel genuinely relieved.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Hey, calm down, Chuy. I doubt we have a Texas Chainsaw Massacre \nsituation on our hands. We never mentioned anything about killing \npeople, or even anything remotely violent while we were reprogramming \nhim. Kyle did say that, no matter how deep the reconditioning, the \nchumps were still themselves to the core. That the fuckers who made that\n thing were never fully able to change somebody?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Yes, he did say that. But I\u2019m pretty sure those scientists did \neverything by the book. They never brainwashed anyone the way we did. We\n did everything wrong.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018But he\u2019s a superhero. He\u2019s not like a common fucker, so there\u2019s no \nreason for him to do a complete turnaround and become violent. He\u2019s \nprobably just confused. Now that I think about it, he\u2019s not necessarily \ngoing around naked, baby. Maybe Kyle just took something else from his \nbox of fun before he went out. We told him those are his only belongings\n in the entire world.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018If that\u2019s the case, then why isn\u2019t he back yet? He left hours ago. \nAnd why did he go out in the first place?\u2019 Chuy clearly wasn\u2019t going to \nlet this go so easily.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018He has his uniform stored in his ring, remember? Maybe he got, like,\n an emergency call from the mayor or something like that? He\u2019s probably \nout doing superhero shit.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018A call from the Mayor. Really?\u2019 Chuy said incredulously, raising an eyebrow.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Well, maybe! Who knows? I have no idea how that fucker works, Chuy. \nWe have to ask him. But think about it. We shouldn\u2019t be worried about \nhim.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I hope you\u2019re right, Ty. I really do,\u2019 the skinny thug said, still dubious.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I know I\u2019m right, baby. Just relax, there\u2019s nothing to be worried \nabout. Now, let\u2019s finish what we started in Kyle\u2019s bed.\u2019 T-Bone turned \nto Chuy with his biggest smile. He was probably right about the \nbrainwashed superhero. If anything, Kyle was just making a fool of \nhimself on the streets, and nothing more. There was nothing to be \nworried about. Before Chuy could protest, T-Bone put his big hand on his\n lover\u2019s shoulder, guiding him back to their new bedroom.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">As they walked, however, Tyron was suddenly assaulted by a mental \nimage, vivid and clear: Kyle walking down the highway, fully naked, his \nboner pointing to the sky and mind broken beyond repair. In his mind\u2019s \neye, Kyle was gasping like a fish out of water, muttering filthy \nobscenities to himself. His feet were scratched up and covered in mud \nand dried grass. There were bits of broken glass in his foot, and he was\n bleeding profusely, but Kyle didn\u2019t even notice because of how \ncompletely fucked up he was, because of what Chuy and T-Bone had done.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">They would be responsible for that. They had turned a perfectly \nnormal man into a living, drooling mannequin, and somewhere deep inside \nhis broken head, he was looking for them, looking so desperate for them,\n and\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Tyron snapped himself out of that train of thought, and berated himself internally.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Enough, Tyron, just cut it out. Jesus, where the fuck did that \ncreepy shit come from? Also, why give a shit about him anyway? That \nasshole owes you, so to hell with him.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Tyron wished it were that easy. Even with all his flaws, sadistic \ntendencies, and the deep hatred he felt for Kyle Rayner, Tyron wasn\u2019t \ncompletely insensitive. He felt guilty at the prospect of having \nmindfucked a man to the point of driving him fully insane. After all, \nGranny hadn\u2019t raised him to be a monster\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Worried about the look on T-Bone\u2019s face, Chuy piped up. \u2018Is everything alright, T?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Yeah. Everything is perfect, baby\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><hr style=\"margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;\" \/><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Coast City\u2019s symbol of pride and hope was flying back to his former home.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Green Lantern used to fly in classic superhero fashion: fist raised \nhigh, soaring through the sky in a athletic way, filled with pride and \npanache.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">But today, the formerly indomitable hero had become the image of defeat.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He was still helplessly subject to the pernicious command to display \nhis new uniform proudly, but a part of his mind was experiencing guilt \nand shame that were so overwhelming that he simply was unable to ignore \nhis pitiful state anymore. He could feel himself blushing all the way up\n to his ears, face beet red and hot from shame. His body couldn\u2019t help \nbut tremble anxiously, with his palms feeling slippery and sweaty.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Today, he felt nothing like his old self. He had never refused to \ntalk with the police, or any of the citizens. He enjoyed that part of \nhis job. He had always been friendly and funny, even a bit cocky at \ntimes, but today, the hero had left the scene of his last heroic act \nlike a scared mouse. All his pride had been replaced with shame and \nself-loathing.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The once-heroic Green Lantern was now flying with a defeated posture &#8211;\n his shoulders slumped, arms hanging down. Part of it was because the \nparts of his body with dried was itchy and uncomfortable, but most of it\n was because of a mixture of fatigue, disappointment and revulsion. But \nthe revulsion didn\u2019t come solely from the stinky piss he was soaked in. \nIt went deeper than that. He was revolted at himself, and how easily he \ngave into the disgusting urge to be used as a pissoir by a gang of lowly\n goons.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The moral defeat was so overwhelming that he couldn\u2019t get himself to \nadopt his usual superheroic pose. The glowing green aura that once \nserved as an emblem of his heroism had changed to a yellowish, swampy \ngreen &#8211; exactly the shade of yellow he used when he drew rotten, \nstinking food in his comics as a kid. The only thing missing were the \nstink lines. The ring reacted to his inner feelings, and that\u2019s exactly \nhow he felt so that\u2019s how he looked.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He wasn\u2019t even able to fly with his usual force and speed. After \nescaping the scene from his heroic victory, he felt less like a \nsuperhero and more like a loser. A chickenshit like him didn\u2019t have the \nstrength to fly like that. All he could do was float through the sky \nlike a poorly inflated balloon.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Along with the slumped posture, he also flew bowlegged. As was \nimplanted in his mind, he was getting turned on by his stench and by the\n ensuing humiliation. He could barely straighten his legs because any \nsudden movements stimulated his oversensitive genitalia. His boner was \nalmost as painful as the morning wood he had earlier. With the little \nstrength he had left, Kyle was doing his best to not fall into another \nfrenzied masturbation session out in the open like this.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">And, in bewilderment, Kyle realized that he had somehow managed to \nget into an even more disgusting state than how he had woken up. He \ndidn\u2019t even look like he showered this morning\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018That\u2019s not true. You did take a shower. A scented, warm and \ncomforting golden shower. You even got a cocktail. A cocktail. You get \nit? Yeah, they pulled out their cocks, and you, your eager tail\u2026\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He sighed and\u2026 Fuck, his breath still smelled like piss.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018You drank piss, you really drank piss. You fucking pig,\u2019 he mumbled,\n shivering, more sad and embarrassed than angry. \u2018You drank fresh piss \nthat came straight out of eight different men. How could you do \nsomething so disgusting, Kyle? How could you do <em>that<\/em>? You\u2019re not into that pervert shit and you don\u2019t like humiliation, dammit!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He could barely believe himself when he said it. It wasn\u2019t even 12 \npm, and he had already humiliated himself so thoroughly. He had acted \nridiculously in every place he had been, in front of every person he had\n seen.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The worst part was that he had actually enjoyed it. He had enjoyed \nevery single smell, taste, sound and sight &#8211; every second of every \nfucking moment.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018You begged to be fingered. You begged to be mocked. You even \nbegged to get pissed on, you sick, twisted faggot. And you loved all \nthat shit.\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">This newfound awareness of his new place in the world, and the loss \nof his dignity, only pushed him further into debauchery. \u201cFuck dignity\u201d,\n he thought in a moment of abandon. The more embarrassed and humiliated \nhe felt, the hornier he became. The shame of being so sexually aroused \nat the slew of perverted and debasing thoughts only made him more \nexcited. Kyle was caught in a loop from which he was unable to escape.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">And with every humiliating moment, it was becoming increasingly hard to convince himself that he wasn\u2019t enjoying those thoughts.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Say it, say it out loud. You have never been that satisfied in \nyour entire life. Boss knows you better than you know yourself. He was \nright to call you the Green Latrine. That\u2019s what you are. Green Latrine,\n the walking public bathroom of Coast City.\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">*\u2018No! No, no, no. That\u2019s what they want. They want you to make you \nbelieve those things about yourself! Those fucking psychos made you this\n way. For God\u2019s sake, don\u2019t lose sight of that. It was them, not you. \nNot you. This isn\u2019t who you are. And stop cursing, dammit! You\u2019re a \nsuperhero, not a drunk sailor!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">What had his life become? Was he stuck like this for the rest of his \nlife? He had been turned into a sick joke. Even his constructs were \nbecoming obscene spoofs of what they used to be.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018None of that was you. None of it. It was them. Those fucking \ngorgeous thugs. You must thank those bastards for that. Thanks to them, \nyou\u2019re having the best orgasms of your life, Kylie-boy. You owe them so \nmuch for improving your sex life that you\u2019re gonna serve them on your \nknees for the rest of your life and -FUCK! THAT\u2019S NOT RIGHT! JESUS \nCHRIST, FOCUS!\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The strong stench of ammonia around him seems to be getting worse by \nthe minute, clouding his mind again. Luckily, he wasn\u2019t too far away \nfrom Boss and Papi\u2019s house. He could at least rest there.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018No, it\u2019s not their house. It\u2019s <strong>your<\/strong> house, \ndammit. You\u2019ve got to get your life back. But fuck, you can\u2019t fight them\n like this. Not now. You have no idea what they\u2019re doing to you. You\u2019ll \nhave to play along the best you can. After getting another hit off Boss\u2019\n bong, you\u2019ll be fine. You can do it, Kyle. Just\u2026 let yourself go a \nlittle. Even if you don\u2019t like it\u2026 or do you? No, no way. You\u2026 you must \nfight them, and serve them. Serve them at any cost. Fight them and serve\n them, and don\u2019t forget it. You can do it. You\u2019re Kyle Rayner. You\u2019re \nGreen Lantern.\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">As he usually did, he began to recite the Green Lantern Oath to help center himself:<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u201cIn brightest day, in blackest night, No evil shall escape my \nsight. Let those who worship evil\u2019s might beware my power. Green \nLantern\u2019s light\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">It was a comforting thought. He could feel himself getting more \nconfident, more hopeful, even a bit stronger. Just by a small amount, \nyes, but reciting the Green Lantern Oath was like a balm to his spirit. \nNot everything was lost yet. He still had a chance to fix everything, if\n only he could figure what that paper in the lab had said. Those sexy \nhooligans may be in control, but not for long. He was going to discover \nwhat \u2018VC-U-DL-0-0\u2019 was, and how to use it to his advantage. He had to \nfind whoever \u2018Doctor Johnsthon\u2019 was. But all in good time. For now, he \nhad to go back home and try to figure out what they had done to him.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He needed to focus though. He couldn\u2019t slip up again. He had to think\n like the true Kyle Rayner, the Emerald Knight, the hero who had \novercome fear. He was going to fight them, and he was going to defeat \nthem. Not right now though. He had to wait until he had a better idea of\n what was going in. But he knew he could do it.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">*\u2018Come on, Kyle, say it out loud: *<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u201cIn brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><hr style=\"margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;\" \/><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Wow, look at this, Chuy. This fucker has genuine leather jeans. I\u2019ve always wanted pants like this\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Try them on, T. You\u2019ll look good in them.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">They had finished their breakfuck in the shower, the first bath they \nhad taken in days. T-Bone was naked, inspecting Kyle\u2019s closet with \ndelight, while Chuy was lying on the bed in baggy shorts and a t-shirt \nthat was too big for him.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Although Chuy enjoyed watching his man try on new clothes, he still felt uneasy.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He was aware of Tyron\u2019s feelings about Green Lantern. T had never \ntold him exactly why he loathed Kyle so much, and Chuy had respected his\n privacy by not asking questions. He didn\u2019t have anything against the \nsuperhero himself, but the one thing the couple shared was contempt and \nabhorrence for any authority figure.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The law had always failed them. It was a farce, just an excuse that \nthe authorities used as a facade so they could lie, hit, extort or rob. \nHe knew he and T weren\u2019t any better; they were thieves, too. The only \ndifference was that they were decent enough not to hide behind a mask. \nThe so-called \u201cauthorities\u201d were nothing but a bunch of liars, crooks \nand abusers that had reached a high position by luck, trickery or \nviolence. They were all fakers that used their power to abuse others, \nmostly people who never had opportunities, people who were simply doing \ntheir best to get the best life. The \u201cauthorities\u201d were the real bad \nguys. And so, it was only fair for them to take advantage of an \nauthority figure like Kyle. Kyle was essentially a first-class super \ncop, so it was only logical that he was a first-class super asshole.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">How else would he have gotten a hold of that powerful magic ring? \nWith his virtues? What a joke! Chuy had snickered scornfully when Kyle \nhad babbled about being chosen to be a Green Lantern \u201cby the strength of\n his willpower and heart\u201d. Bullshit. Nobody gives you shit just because \nof what\u2019s in your heart, Chuy reasoned. He surely had stolen the ring \nfrom another chump, maybe even killing him in the process, and had \nconcocted that corny tale to pretend that he was a good man. It was \nT-Bone and Chuy\u2019s right to turn the tables on everyone who had it easy. \nThey needed to put those bozos where they belonged.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">But even so, turning Kyle crazy was just too much. Chuy had limits. He wasn\u2019t like all those other people. He was not a bad man.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Although, generally speaking, Chuy was smarter than his boyfriend, he\n didn\u2019t know a lot about mental disorders and were making decidedly \nfar-fetched conclusions compared to Tyron. Chuy had become convinced \nthat Kyle had suffered a \u201cmental collapse\u201d and now was a maniac like The\n Joker. That, or he was chasing teenagers in the forest armed with a \nhockey mask and a machete.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The idea that they were responsible for creating a wacko armed with a\n weapon as powerful as a magic ring, made Chuy feel increasingly nervous\n and guilty. And scared. A sane Kyle had been pretty intimidating when \nhe got angry at being called a moron. Chuy didn\u2019t want to know what a \ncrazy version of Kyle could do to them if he came back looking for \nrevenge for all the shit they had done to him. Chuy honestly expected \nTyron to be more scared.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Look, it suits me,\u2019 said T-Bone, admiring himself in the full-length\n mirror. He looked fantastic in shiny black leather. \u2018It\u2019s a little \ntight, but it\u2019s the right size. I can get used to this. Fuck, I love the\n smell of leather. Do you like it, Chuy?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Fuck, yeah, baby, you look hot in that.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">T-Bone approached Chuy and started kissing him. He wanted to rub his \nleather-clad package on Chuy. His kisses started on Chuy\u2019s lips, but \nthen he moved up to nibble gently on Chuy\u2019s neck, and then ended up on \nhis neck. Then, T-Bone mumbled, \u2018Are you still worried, baby?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Nah\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Yes, you are. I know you. You normally beg for more whenever I kiss \nyour ears,\u2019 the bigger man said. He pulled away from Chuy and sat on the\n bed.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Well, aaa\u2026. Just a little bit, Ty.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Rayner is fine, believe me. Instead of worrying about him, you \nshould be looking for new clothes for yourself. Most of his stuff is way\n too big for you. Why don\u2019t you take a look on Amazon. Kyle has it on \nhis phone. Look for something you like.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Will do, baby. Thank you.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018That\u2019s my boy. Just relax. Rayner has never been better. Come here, baby\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><hr style=\"margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;\" \/><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018In brightest day, in blackest night, no\u2026 n-n-no evil shall escape my\u2026 my sight\u2026 oh, damn\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle could feel the funny feeling in his ass returning. The last time\n he had felt this was in the hands of the trucker, the trucker that had \nfingered his virgin hole for the first time. Even thinking about it felt\n weird since he couldn\u2019t compare it to anything else, really. Kyle had \nnever actually thought about his ass in a sexual way, except for the odd\n time one of his girlfriends would squeeze it, or make some flattering \ncomment about it. And sometimes when he had a graze or a bruise on his \nass after a particularly big fight.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">But he definitely had never worried about having anything shoved \ninside it. He was embarrassed at how much he thought about it now. After\n all, that\u2019s the part of his body that he used to\u2026 ugh. Even just \nthinking about it made him feel dirty.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018\u2026 let those who worship evil\u2019s beware my\u2026 my \u2026 oh, damn. Fuck\u2026 my \npower. Green Lantern\u2019 s light\u2026 goddammit, my ass\u2026 it feels like\u2026 like\u2026 \nas if I needed to\u2026 like\u2026 like I need to take a\u2026 , yeah, but not really\u2026 \nnot exactly\u2026 it\u2019s like I\u2019m being tickled\u2026 inside me\u2026 but fuck\u2026 don\u2019t \nthink about it, Kyle. Again, come on, come on, Kylie, say it again: In \nbrightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Shy and ashamed, the hero slid a hand through the slit between his \nmuscular glutes. His trembling fingers pushed aside the thin elastic of \nhis thong and began to timidly caress his anus.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2019In brightest- uuuhh, yeeeeeees\u2026 uh, yes, yes, here it is\u2026my\u2026 my \nbutthole\u2026my\u2026 rosebud, as Papi called it\u2026 my cu\u2026 my cu\u2026 yes, that\u2019s is, \nmy cunt. My little cunt. Fuck, I like my cunt\u2026&#8221;<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He caressed the entrance to his tiny cramped slit with his fingers, \ntracing it gently back and forth, and even pushing the tip of his middle\n finger against it. He didn\u2019t feel ashamed at first, all he felt was \ncuriosity and delight. It felt so tight and small! How did that hairy \nheartthrob of a trucker manage to slide not one, but two of his big fat \nfingers inside it? It felt nice touching himself this way. But it was so\n dry. Too bad he didn\u2019t have anything to moisten his finger to make it \neasier\u2026oh, wait, but he did!<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Coyly, Kyle brought his middle finger to his mouth. He paused for a \nsecond. Was he really going to lick the same finger he had been using to\n play with his cunt? Did he really want to put that dirty finger in his \nmouth?<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Fuck, yeah, of course he did! He needed it so badly! Kyle sucked his \nentire finger with abandon, making sure to leave it dripping with a good\n layer of drool. Then the finger went back on his ass, gently pushing \nthe tip in and out of his cunt. It wasn\u2019t bad, not bad at all.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">After a couple of minutes, he pulled his finger out, deeply \nembarrassed. He had sucked that same finger seconds ago. It had been \ninside the hole that he used to\u2026 the hole for where he use to\u2026 that\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Oh, for God\u2019s sake, Kyle\u2026 fuck, you\u2019re revolting.\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He tried to keep his mind clear by focusing on the Green Lantern \nOath\u2026 but the need inside him was only getting stronger. He really \nneeded another hit of Boss\u2019 bong, or Papi\u2019s pipe, as soon as possible. \nHe just needed to clear his head.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Thanks God those assholes hadn\u2019t messed up his beliefs about \nmarijuana. That would have been really fucked up! He wouldn\u2019t have any \nway to think through problems like this one without weed. The only good \nthing that had come out of this was that he finally had the guts to \nsmoke weed, like he almost wanted.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Well, to be fair, that hadn\u2019t been the only good thing. Even though \nhe was still a sissy, and probably always would be, he now at least \nsmelled like a real man\u2026 and his sex life was improving. And he was not a\n kissless loser anymore, so yeah, something good did come out of this.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Come on, Kyle. You\u2019re almost home. Damn, you can\u2019t get enough of that bong. Your head feels so muddled without it, girly boy.\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Absently, his middle finger went back into his mouth, this time accompanied with his index. Then both fingers went to his ass.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018In brig-fuuuuuuuck\u2026oh, ohhhhh!! in\u2026 in brightest day, in blackest- uh, yes, night\u2026 oh, this is nice\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><hr style=\"margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;\" \/><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Green Lantern\u2019s new masters were fucking on his former bed once \nagain. Chuy had finally begun to see the future in a more positive \nlight. Sort of. His head was still thinking about the poor superhero, \nbut this time from a different point of view.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018If Kyle isn\u2019t violent, maybe we can fix some of the damage we \ncaused\u2026 or at least, leave him functional enough to do some chores at \nhome,\u2019<\/em> the little punk though while he caressed Tyron\u2019s leather-clad ass.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Maybe we could even get him a job packing bags at the \nsupermarket\u2026 but then, how could we afford this place? I guess we could \nuse the camera on his landlord, but\u2026\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">T-Bone did that thing on the back of Chuy\u2019s ear that he liked, and he\n lost his train of thought. \u2018Uhh! That\u2019s it, Ty, go on, go on\u2026!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Enough of Kyle\u2019<\/em>, Chuy finally decided. <em>\u2018I should focus more on Tyron\u2019<\/em>.\n Ty was here, and Kyle was not. Also, they still have the camera. There \nwas still time to fix the hero. Maybe there wasn\u2019t even anything to fix.\n Maybe everything was fine. Tyron was right, it\u2019s not like they told him\n to be more violent. If he had really lost his mind, the worst case \nscenario would be him sitting naked in a park, eating bugs for snacks\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Let me suck you, baby. I wanna suck you!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018That\u2019s my Chuy. Come on, suck it loudly, baby. I love noisy bitches,\n go on. I wanna hear you all aloud, you little dirty faggot\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><hr style=\"margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;\" \/><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Hhmm, fuck, OH, FUCK, YES!!! Nooo\u2026no evil\u2026 shall\u2026 escape\u2026 my\u2026 my\u2026 \nsi- UGH! Let\u2026 ah-ah\u2026 those\u2026 tho who wor\u2026 wohhibhh\u2026 ewwooohhwwwws\u2026 \nshaaahh\u2026mighhhh\u2026 bewaeee\u2026geen..lande\u2026 oh\u2026oh, FUCK YESSSS! Hmmmmm\u2026 OH!.. \nBoss, yes\u2026 fuck me, fuck my cunt, my pussy\u2026 harder, yes harder\u2026 harder\u2026 \nBoss\u2026 Papi, please give me cock\u2026 give me cock, I need cock\u2026 those who \nbeware the whoreship of my sigh\u2026beware my lantern ass\u2026 YES!!!!!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">What had begun as a curious caressing had turned into a rampant \nfingerfuck. The hero had had so much pleasure touching his slit that he \nfelt an urge to go further, pushing two fingers up his ass, and then, \nwhen that wasn\u2019t enough he had pulled them out, slobbered all over them,\n and shoved both deep inside his rectum to fully massage his inners and \nstretch his cunt. His cock was hard, but the pleasure in his ass was so \nintense that he wasn\u2019t even thinking about touching his member. All his \nattention was focused on his asshole. Every push of his fingers seemed \nto melt what was left of his mind, turning the superhero into a babbling\n lustful beast.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018UUuuuuUUUU!!\u2026 bew\u2026 bewhee\u2026 dhhhe\u2026 Ghree\u2026 Landuuuuuuddhh\u2026 oh!.. OH, \nFUCK!! In brightest night, in blackest night no evil\u2026 escaaaaaaape! my\u2026 \nmy shall\u2026 oh Jesus fucking Christ\u2026 let those worshiping evil might \nbeware my cunt, fuck yes my cunt feels good oh, so fucking good, FUCK!! \nFUUUUCK ME!!!.. tickling soooo much, I need cock\u2026 oh, oh, God, help me, \nthis feels so fucking goooood!!!! Ohhh, uh, oh, fuck, thanks God I\u2019m \nhere\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Piss squished out of Kyle\u2019s boots as he landed on the terrace of his \nformer house. Even a humiliation that minor made him moan and squirm in \ndelight, but he didn\u2019t have much time to enjoy it. He waddled inside \nlooking for Boss\u2019 bong or Papi\u2019s pipe, with both of his fingers still \npumping in and out of his ass at full speed, his rock hard cock making a\n tent on his crotch. Neither the bong nor the pipe were in sight, but he\n could see some loose weed on his his Artist of the Year Award. I mean, \nthat ashtray. He was already lamenting that he\u2019d have to settle with the\n leftovers in the ashtray, but then he spotted the package of weed he \nhad brought from the stud in the alley!<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle smacked his lips, and used his ring to form a glowing green \ncrystalline bong, taking care to make it as Boss had said \u201cbigger, the \nmore cartoonish, the better\u201d, and quickly filled it with the precious \nnarcotic, all with his right hand, as his left hand was too busy \nfingerfucking his ass. He still remembered what Boss had taught him \nabout using a bong. Despite his confused state of mind, he thought \ndistractedly that it was awesome he could at least remember that. It was\n as though the instruction had permanently been printed in his mind!<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Maybe Kyle had gone a bit too far away with the size of the bong, but\n he was sure to follow Boss\u2019 instructions. Not bothering to look for a \nlighter, Kyle quickly made a small laser gun to toast the weed.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">His inner voice spoke again, this time alarmed.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2019Do you realize you\u2019re acting like an addict, Kyle?? This is \nwrong, you didn\u2019t enjoy this the first time, and you\u2019ve only smoked \ntwice, you shouldn\u2019t be this desperate. And you never liked cannabis! \nThey made you crave this, just like they\u2019re making you gay, this is \nwrong, thi-<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh, shut up, you prissy dumbfuck\u2019, he said aloud, with his voice \nfull of boredom and self-contempt. \u2018You need this bad and you know it. \nAnd even if they made us do that, we ended up loving it anyway, so shut \nthe fuck up! Just shut the fuck up, you fucking pantywaist!!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">With the firm conviction that all he needed was a puff of smoke, \nGreen Lantern guided the mouthpiece to his lips and took the deepest \nbreath he could.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><hr style=\"margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;\" \/><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Despite Tyron\u2019s passionate kisses and moans, something caught Chuy\u2019s attention. A sound\u2026 like a footstep.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Ty, wait, wait, stop.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Hey, what\u2019s the matter, baby?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I heard something. I think he\u2019s back.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Both ruffians jumped up, and headed for the living room. It was then \nthat realized that they were still worried about Kyle. The shared \nanxiety made the hallway seem longer than it really was. T-Bone was \nleading, and although Chuy couldn\u2019t see his face, he realized he was \nnervous. It was obvious. He had lost his typical bully swagger, and kept\n one arm slightly out in front of Chuy, an unconscious gesture to \nprotect him for whatever would be waiting for them ahead.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Hey, Chuy wait here.\u2019 Tyron whispered, and turned to face his boyfriend. \u2018It\u2019ll be better if you \u2026 <em>what the hell are you doing, loco?<\/em>\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Chuy had taken one of the many art awards that Kyle had on his walls.\n This one was a particularly big plaque made of aluminium. Chuy was \nholding it up like a weapon.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018If that fucker\u2019s came back to kill us, I\u2019m not going to sit around doing nothing, T. I\u2019ll .\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">T-Bone smiled. He liked that although Chuy was small and thin, he was\n not the type of man to cower at any challenge. That\u2019s what T-Bone like \nthe most about him, after his insatiable sexual appetites.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Baby, you\u2019re the best. But don\u2019t worry, we still don\u2019t know if he\u2026 hey, do you smell that?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Is he\u2026 is he toking up??\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018It seems so, and\u2026 phew, I think he\u2019s really mad about it! I\u2019ve never\n met a violent pothead, Chuy. Let\u2019s go, check. I\u2019m sure nothing\u2019s \nhappened and everything is fine.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Despite his words, T-Bone still entered the living room cautiously. \nNeither of them knew what to expect, but it definitely wasn\u2019t Green \nLantern toking from a giant bong. On top of that, they were surprised at\n the state the hero was in. His hair was a mess and his uniform a \ndisaster, all covered in stains and dirt. While fuming like a locomotive\n steam engine, he seemed to be scratching his ass like a madman while \nignoring the big boner he was sporting. After a moment, they realized \nKyle Rayner was shamelesly fingering hiself.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018H-hey, Kyle, whazzap, whazzap, my boy?\u2019 greeted Tyron, trying to sound friendly.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Green Lantern turned to them with a doltish toothy smile, swaying like a drunk, and said in a very strangled, raspy voice:<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Heeeeeey, Bossss\u2026heeeey, Paaaapiiiii\u2026 did * cough * did you * cough,\n cough * have, like a * cough* , oh, holy shiiiiit\u2026 and a \u2026 had a \ngoooood niiiiiiiiight?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Uh, yes, yes, thanks for asking, Kyle, and a\u2026hmm\u2026 where, where did \nyou go, Greeny? We were, like, worried about you\u2019, said the thug \ncautiously. He was more relaxed now, but it was better to be on guard, \njust in case. Behind him, Chuy was still holding the aluminium plaque, \nready to use it at any moment. There was no reason for his concern, \nhowever.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Even though Kyle\u2019s eyes were red as traffic lights, both narrowed and\n tearing up from all the smoke he was inhaling, he still looked at both \nmen like they were the peak of male beauty. Something in his head told \nhim that he had to fight them, they had done something to him, but he \nknew he could never ever do anything to hurt them. Kyle existed to serve\n them, to adore them! He would find some way to defeat them, but not \nright now, he had to play along and let himself go. His blunted brain \nonly caught the last part of the sentence, or to be more honest with \nhimself, he preferred to focus on that because of his burgeoning \nfeelings.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018They care about me! These sexy thugs care about me! they\u2026 they \nare not that bad after all, I guess\u2026 they are\u2026 my pants, those are my \npants\u2026Boss is wearing my\u2026 my brand new leather pants\u2026 the fucking \nasshole stole my pants\u2026 and for fuck\u2019s sake, he looks so fucking sexy in\n them! His bulge looks\u2026 so big and yummie! I want to rub my face on his \nbig yummie bulge, lick it, suck it. Shit, I want to suck his cock!!\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Kyle? Kyle, did you hear me?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle didn\u2019t. He had seen his Papi shirtless, and was lost in a \nfantasy of himself getting nipple rings with rhinestones on them, just \nlike his beautiful Papi. Maybe his nipple rings could have some green \nrhinestones on them\u2026 Papi loved rhinestones, he surely would approve \nthat\u2026or he should look for someone able to make a pair of rings with the\n Green Lantern emblem on them. Or with pot leafs, fuck yeah, that would \nfit very well on him\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Kyle?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Uh? oh, yeah, yeah, Boss, I was, just like\u2026 uhhhh, just like, \nthinking about your big\u2026 on\u2026 and on Papi\u2019s\u2026 uh, wha, whadya ask, Boss?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I asked you where you went? We were\u2026\u2019. Then the smell assaulted him. \u2018Oh, what a\u2026? Ugh! What the fuck is that stench?!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh, that it\u2019s probably me, Boss. I\u2026 I like, went on my morning \npatrol and, like, well, it wasn\u2019t , it wasn\u2019t, as, you know\u2026 it had \nmany\u2026 and was full of\u2026 it\u2019s a loooong story with\u2026 stuff and\u2026 stuff\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Your morning patrol, huh?\u2019 asked Chuy, still behind T-Bone.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Yes, Papi, I like, always go on patrol to start the day and\u2026 doing \nstuff, ya know? Lantern\u2019s\u2026 stuff. And things were\u2026 well, ya know\u2026 all \nthe stuff.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018No, we don\u2019t know, Kyle\u2019 T-Bone started feeling more confident\u2026 and \nmore aggressive. \u2018You better take a shower, Rayner. Just take off your \nuniform on the terrace. You don\u2019t want to stink up our apartment with \nthat shit, right? Take a bath, but leave your costume dirty just like \nthat. You can wash it later.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Sure, sure, Boss! You\u2019re like, really smart and full of good ideas.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Go on, Stink Lantern. And stop playing with your ass. Take a shower,\n and when you finish you\u2019re going to cook us breakfast and give us a \nfull report of what you did. Now move it, don\u2019t waste our time, faggot\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Sure thing, Boss!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle obeyed. He usually just willed his uniform out of existence, but\n instead of taking off his uniform like he always did, he followed \nT-Bone\u2019s orders literally and began undressing himself, dropping every \npiece of clothing on the floor. Once his uniform was haphazardly \ndiscarded on the terrace, he clumsily waddled to the shower. He wanted \nto keep fingering his cunt, but felt compelled to obey.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Once the disgraced hero closed the door, Chuy and T-Bone sighed in relief.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Well, there you go. He just went out on his morning patrol, we were worried over nothing.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018We? I thought you said you weren\u2019t worried, T.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Just a bit. I was more worried about you. I don\u2019t like to see you stressed.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">It was an obvious lie, and they both knew it, but Chuy thought it was nice for his boyfriend to say that.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018And what do you think, Ty? Is he nuts?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Nah, don\u2019t think so, baby. You saw him, he\u2019s just like yesterday. I think he\u2019s fine.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I agree. The old Kyle would have never smoked pot like that. He\u2019s really becoming into a stoner.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">T-Bone went to the terrace and looked down at Kyle\u2019s uniform, bunched up on the floor.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018We should keep this as a doormat, and get rid of the rest of this \nshit. Do you think somebody would be interested in buying the metallic \nthings he wears on his arms?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I don\u2019t know. I like seeing him dress like a sissy, but I\u2019m getting \nhorny at the thought of him doing all kinds of dirty things in his \nuniform. His video getting high is quite hot.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Yeah, that\u2019s right. We need to figure out how we want him around\u2026 wait a minute. What is <em>that<\/em>?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Something caught T-Bone\u2019s eyes. It was a piece of white paper. It had slipped out of one of Kyle\u2019s forearm guards.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He took the piece of paper and unfolded it, as Chuy came closer.<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Isn\u2019t this a page from the machine\u2019s manual? Why would he take this on patrol?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Hmmm\u2026 I don\u2019t know, Chuy. Maybe the cocksucker is keeping something \nfrom us.\u2019 Tyron smiled. Ruining Kyle\u2019s life would be even more enjoyable\n if the poor jerk was aware of what was going on and was planning \nsomething to defend himself. Seeing the embarrasing state in which he \nhad appeared, it was hard to imagine how and to what extent Kyle was \naware of what was happening and what he was planning, but it was obvious\n to T-Bone that the superhero was already hopelessly screwed. His \nattempts to defend himself would all be useless, and besides, Chuy and \nhim were armed with that incredible mind control machine to give him \nanother flash to mold him according to his likes. Green Lantern had no \nchance whatsoever to defend himself. 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