{"id":59,"date":"2021-08-11T20:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-08-11T20:00:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2021-11-17T04:46:06","modified_gmt":"2021-11-17T04:46:06","slug":"green-lantern-emerald-downgrade-chapter-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worldofgaysuperheroes.com\/index.php\/2021\/08\/11\/green-lantern-emerald-downgrade-chapter-8\/","title":{"rendered":"Green Lantern: The Emerald Downgrade Chapter 8"},"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-951f33d060af4'\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_35a92f634090d' class='yasr-visitor-votes'><div class=\"yasr-custom-text-vv-before yasr-custom-text-vv-before-59\">Click to rate this post!<\/div><div id='yasr-vv-second-row-container-35a92f634090d' \n                                        class='yasr-vv-second-row-container'><div id='yasr-visitor-votes-rater-35a92f634090d'\n                                      class='yasr-rater-stars-vv'\n                                      data-rater-postid='59' \n                                      data-rating='0'\n                                      data-rater-starsize='24'\n                                      data-rater-readonly='false'\n                                      data-rater-nonce='0c44e32ab0' \n                                      data-issingular='false'\n                                    ><\/div><div class=\"yasr-vv-stats-text-container\" id=\"yasr-vv-stats-text-container-35a92f634090d\"><svg xmlns=\"https:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\" width=\"20\" height=\"20\" \n                                   class=\"yasr-dashicons-visitor-stats\"\n                                   data-postid=\"59\" \n                                   id=\"yasr-stats-dashicon-35a92f634090d\">\n                                   <path d=\"M18 18v-16h-4v16h4zM12 18v-11h-4v11h4zM6 18v-8h-4v8h4z\"><\/path>\n                               <\/svg><span id=\"yasr-vv-text-container-35a92f634090d\" class=\"yasr-vv-text-container\">[Total: <span id=\"yasr-vv-votes-number-container-35a92f634090d\">0<\/span>  Average: <span id=\"yasr-vv-average-container-35a92f634090d\">0<\/span>]<\/span><\/div><div id='yasr-vv-loader-35a92f634090d' class='yasr-vv-container-loader'><\/div><\/div><div id='yasr-vv-bottom-container-35a92f634090d' \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=\"59\" class=\"elementor elementor-59\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-768f8430 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"768f8430\" 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-2005eac\" data-id=\"2005eac\" 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-6fd6c9f9 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"6fd6c9f9\" 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 8<\/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;\">Kyle Rayner used to be a morning person. He began his days at dawn, \nstarting off with some weight training, then a quick shower and a \nhealthy breakfast. He\u2019d even manage to squeeze in a couple of morning \npatrols. From time to time, he\u2019d try to make small differences to throw \nthe criminals off: a slight change in patrol time, or going through a \ndifferent patrol route, but he\u2019d make sure he had a basic daily routine.\n And on top of that, he\u2019d still find time to work on his art.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle knew that the secrets to success were hard work and discipline. \nHe had people depending on him as Green Lantern. He had to be on top of \nhis game at all times.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">That is, until, this morning. Unbeknownst to the superhero, the \nmassive mindfuck he had gone through was about to change his daily \nroutine permanently.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Still, his body responded like clockwork. Kyle opened his eyes before\n sunrise, a couple of minutes before he usually did. Unlike all of the \nother days, though, his mind was completely blank. Even though he was \nawake, he lay still and silent, staring blankly at the darkness still \nenveloping his ceiling at such an early hour.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">It wasn\u2019t that Kyle was consciously choosing to stay in bed. Although\n his eyes were open, he wasn\u2019t actually awake yet. A part of his mind \nwas still dreaming, still trying to pull out coherent ideas from the \nmixture of images, memories and sensations stewing in his head.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Every now and then a soft sound would escape from his lips. It was \nhard to tell if they were mumbles or moans. Just like the images in his \nbrain, you couldn\u2019t pin down what emotions Kyle was feeling. You \ncouldn\u2019t tell if these were sounds of bliss, fear, joy or pain. A couple\n of minutes passed as the hero remained trapped in a limbo of anguish \nand delight, where suffering and pleasure were one and the same.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Eventually, his mind started to settle down, and he finally started \nlooking around at his surroundings. He sat up, taking in the sight and \nsmells of the ruined sofa he had spent the night on. He glanced around \nthe room and barely took in the garbage littering his living room.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">A quick look at his coffee table showed that it was covered in \ndetritus from the night before: empty cans, pizza boxes and ashtrays. On\n closer inspection, he noticed one of his awards covered in trash: \ncigarette butts, used blunts and streaks of dirt from boots. His new \nsofa matched the surroundings &#8211; every inch of it was covered in stains \nand crumbs. Garbage littered the floor.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle had never seen his apartment this dirty; his upholstery never in\n this state of disrepair. Unbeknownst to Kyle, he wasn\u2019t faring any \nbetter.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">His hair was a mess, with hard clumps covered in either dried cum or \nsweat. His dashing face was almost obscured by a layer of grease and \nmore dried semen, mixed with a streak of his dinner from last night. \nTomato sauce, cheese and crumbs were caked around his mouth. He looked \nhomeless in his own home.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The once formidable hero had fallen asleep wearing the ridiculous \noutfit he had worn the night before. Now, covered in stains, the clothes\n looked even worse, and completed Kyle\u2019s look. That is, if he wanted to \nlook like a homeless crossdresser with a hangover. He looked nothing \nlike the elite member of the Green Lantern Corps.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle started fully waking up, and bit by bit he started to piece \neverything together. On any other day, his first reaction would\u2019ve been \nto take a bath immediately. He\u2019d never come anywhere close to this level\n of disheveledness. Today, however, his mind didn\u2019t even register the \nthought of improving his condition.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Sitting in his own filth, Kyle noticed one more thing. His daisy \ndukes were wet and warm. His penis instantly started to get hard, and \nKyle\u2019s brain started waking up out of its fog. He noticed that he had \npeed himself yet again.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The apartment was silent and dark; no one else was awake yet. But \nstill, the hero looked around in fear that somebody would see that he\u2019d \nwet his pants again. After a couple of beats, he realised that there was\n no one there, and he began to relax. He then reached out to unzip his \ndaisy dukes, but instead of cleaning himself up, he started jerking off \nshamelessly.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Shit, I\u2019ve pissed myself\u2026 again,\u2019 Kyle croaked, lazily. \u2018Phew, \nwhat\u2019s that smell??\u2019 After sniffing his armpit, he discovered the source\n of the stench. \u2018Fuck. It\u2019s me,\u2019 he said, with a hint of pride. HIs \ntongue hung out of his mouth in a lecherous grin, a filthy travesty of \nwhat used to be Kyle\u2019s charming smile.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle\u2019s mind wasn\u2019t just programmed to tolerate being dirty and \nperverted. He was programmed to enjoy every second of it. And on a man \nlike him, normally so put together, the command completely overhauled \nhis personality. The events over the past day had rocked his full \nunderstanding of his erotism and identity to his core.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Closing his eyes, he sprawled in delight on the ruined couch. He \nbegan to mumble in a barely audible voice, \u2018Oh, yeah\u2026 uhh, you\u2019re such a\n dirty pervert. You nasty cocksucker\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The old Kyle Rayner would\u2019ve been disgusted by himself. He was acting\n deranged, and his libido was out of control. The old Kyle never used \nfoul language, not even in private. He never talked dirty while he \nmasturbated either. Sometimes, he\u2019d do it during sex, but only if the \nlady underneath him begged for it.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Everything had changed now though. His masters had implanted the idea\n that he loved profanity, especially when the slurs were directed at \nhim. Even worse, they made him believe he deserved everything he was \nhearing. Now, with nobody around to insult him, the mindfucked hero felt\n the need to fill the gap and do it himself.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">A new idea popped into his head. He knew that some men would talk to \ntheir dick, and would even give it a pet name. He was always put off by \nthe thought &#8211; only perverts did that type of thing. But now, that \nsounded like something that would be right up his alley. Now, he wasn\u2019t \nexplicitly told to do that, but as his mind started to restitch the \nfabric of his personality, that seemed like a logical response to the \nnebulous instructions implanted in his brain.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Hmmm\u2026 I need to find a name for you,\u2019 Kyle said to his hard dick as \nhe tugged at it. \u2018You like this, little bro? Don\u2019t you worry, baby, your\n big bro Kink Rayner will take care of you.\u2019 Kyle moaned in delight. \n\u2018Yes, uh, I\u2019ve got to take care of my tiny weenie, coz I\u2019m a dirty \nsuperslut!.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He put one of his arms up and took a big whiff of his musk. \u2018Uh, \nfuuuccckkk\u2026 Hoooly fuuuckkk\u2026 Yess, I smell so bad\u2026 I\u2019m a filthy pig\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He would\u2019ve spent hours revelling in this depraved state. Even \nthrough his crude reprogramming, Kyle\u2019s mind was still reasonably \nintact. And, so, in the midst of his masturbation session, part of his \nreal self resurfaced again without warning.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Whew, I\u2019m such a stinky shit!\u2019, his mind started drifting to the hot\n boys in his former room. What would they say to him? \u2018Rayner, you \nfilthy puto,\u2019 Kyle started whispering under his breath. \u2018Come on, come \non, maric\u00f3n, you filthy sissy\u2026.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">That\u2019s when Kyle snapped back out of it.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018HOLY SHIT WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING??\u2019 Kyle started frantically \nlooking around the room. \u2018Where are those sons of\u2026?\u2019 His eyes went wide \nas he took in the disarray. \u2018What have they done to my house?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">In the midst of his panic, he noticed that his left hand was still playing with his hard dick.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018And what the hell have they done to me??\u2019 He had to use all of his \nwillpower to pull his hand off his pulsating manhood. It throbbed and \ntingled painfully at the loss of stimulation, almost like it was yelling\n out for attention.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle took a deep breath in an attempt to get his boner to disappear, \nbut it was useless. His dick was the hardest it\u2019s ever been in his whole\n life. In a panic, he started talking to himself again, \u2018Oh, God! Oh, my\n God! What\u2019s happening?! It\u2026 damn, it hurts so much! \u00a1Dios m\u00edo, \nayudame!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Even through the panic, he made sure to keep quiet. He knew that if \nthe thugs heard him, they would just put him back in that oblivious \nstate, and he\u2019ll sink even deeper into this debauchery. He needed to get\n out of here, but he realized he could barely move, let alone walk. His \npenis was extra sensitive; the smallest hint of movement drove him \ncrazy. As he tried to even sit up, the pleasure was too much that he had\n to bite his tongue to stifle a groan, his hands gripping both sides of \nthe couch to keep his composure.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Calm down, Kyle, come on, come on\u2026 just take a breath, and think \nabout\u2026 think about things you don\u2019t like\u2026 things that aren\u2019t sexy at \nall\u2026 like hot women! Hot women in bikini\u2026 no, hot women naked\u2026 think on \npussies, yes, yes! and big boobs and\u2026 wait a minute. No! I love women! \nAnd\u2026 oh, this hurts!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He stayed that way for what felt like an eternity, but was actually \njust eight agonizing minutes, trying to distract himself with anything \nand everything that could calm his erection. He tried to think of the \nmost boring, tedious things he could imagine: taxes, rugs, bank \nprocedures, infomercials, the periodic table, accounting, orthodontics, \nbureaucracy, things that not even a demented man could find sexually \nstimulating. Yet his boner wouldn\u2019t go down, and remained as hard as \nsteel.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Did they drug him with something? Kyle didn\u2019t remember taking \nanything, but he knew anything was possible. Those two sadistic bastards\n would\u2019ve made him swallow a whole bottle of viagra for a laugh.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He started repositioning himself on the couch, hoping that putting \nhis body weight over his penis would somehow help calm him down. \nInstead, his penis started spasming. It was almost as if it enjoyed \nseeing Kyle squirm.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018FOR GOD SAKE, KYLE, CONTROL YOURSELF!! OH, GOD, WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO ME??\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle squeezed the sofa cushions so hard that his fingers started \nturning white, and a sob of frustration slowly turned into a strangled \ngroan. He had to bite the stained cushions to stifle his desperate \nmoans. And that\u2019s when his programming started kicking in again.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Oh, fuck! this is so hot! Green Lantern is nothing but a pillowbit-,\u2019<\/em>\n regaining his composure he barely stopped himself from completing the \nsentence. Instead, he gave himself a little pep talk, \u2018Kyle, you have to\n stop! You\u2019re not like this dammit! Cut that debasing shit out and stop \nthinking those nasty things about yourself!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">His erection was still killing him; he could barely restrain the urge\n to hump the couch. He sobbed in earnest this time, the frustration \ncausing tears to stream down his face. He couldn\u2019t understand why he was\n so insanely horny, and why his mind insisted on thinking the most \ndemeaning things about himself. In the back of his head, his newly \nperverted libido only got hornier at the thought of \u2018normal\u2019 Kyle \nfighting the \u2018perverted\u2019 Kyle &#8211; and it was sending all that pleasure \nstraight to his dick.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Stop crying, you sanctimonious piece of shit\u2019<\/em>, whispered an inner voice, maybe the Perverted Kyle\u2019s voice, talking from the deepest of his mind <em>\u2018You\u2019re loving every second of this, you prissy super faggot, don\u2019t dare to pretend you don\u2019t.\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He pressed his face against the cushion, trying to suffocate both his moans of pleasure and that lustful inner voice.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Unfortunately, his face landed right at the spot where T-Bone and \nChuy had started fucking hours before. The big load of cum that had \noozed out of Chuy\u2019s rectum was right under Kyle\u2019s nose and mouth. His \nconscious mind was too overwhelmed to consciously notice the strong \nsmell of semen emanating from the couch, but his brain registered it \nanyway. That triggered Kyle\u2019s newfound addiction to \u201cmasculine\u201d smells. \nInadvertently, he slowly started moving his hips, humping the battered \ncouch underneath him like a dog in heat.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Despite himself, Kyle enjoyed what he was doing. <em>\u2018&#8221;Uhhh\u2026 ooohhhh\u2026\n ohh, Good Lord\u2026this feels so goooood\u2026 for God\u2019s sake, Kyle stop, stop, \nSTOP\u2026 you\u2019re not like this, stop! You\u2019re a man, you\u2019re a Green Lantern, \ndammit, you\u2019re a fucking Green Lantern, not a horny dog! You\u2019re not an \nanimal! STOP!!\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">His memories of the previous night started coming back to him in full\n force. He remembered that a few hours ago he had happily acted like a \ndog, eating like an animal from a bowl. A bowl he made using his power \nring.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Oh, it would be so hot if Papi and Boss took him out for a walk with a\n leash around his neck like a dog. A green leash to match his uniform. \nMutt Lantern, the mighty Emerald Pooch. Arf, arf! And on their way to \nthe park, they\u2019ll run across a group of hot, sexy thugs covered with \ntattoos, snapbacks and fake gold chains. And they\u2019d laugh and point at \nhim as he marked a fire hydrant with his piss, panting briskly with a \nbig doltish smile, and they would say\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018CUT THAT SHIT OUT RIGHT NOW!! DON\u2019T THINK THAT!! STOP! ARE YOU \nCRAZY, KYLE? CUT THAT SHIT OUT!.. oh, oh, God, why does this feel so \ngood? Owww, ohhhhh\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He sobbed, as his hips started humping the couch faster and faster. \nHe was fucking his couch with gusto at the thought of him debasing \nhimself in public.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018STOP, PLEASE STOP! IT\u2019S\u2026 dammit, I can\u2019t, can\u2019t resist it\u2026 fuck, I \nwanna cum, I must cum, I need to cum\u2026 that\u2019s it, I\u2019ll cum and then I\u2019ll \ntry to regain control. OHH, I MUST CUM,\u2019 he mumbled, and then, fearing \nthat someone might hear his dirty soliloquy, Kyle forced himself to bite\n the cushion again. Finally giving into the pleasure, the Emerald Knight\n began to hum and fuck his destroyed couch in earnest, using all his \nsexual stamina.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">It didn\u2019t take him long before he erupted into his first orgasm of the day.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u201cFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK\u2026\u201d he mumbled with the biggest, happiest \nsmile, as his ballsack emptied its contents. Now the fabric on his couch\n was even more soiled than before, with some of his seed spilling onto \nhis shorts.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He couldn\u2019t help himself. He started talking dirty again.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Goooood job, Bitch Lantern\u2026 awwww, this- uh-uh\u2026 keep jizzing on your fancy couch, hero\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The orgasm was indescribable. Kyle moved his hips slowly, delighted \nwith the sensation of his sensitive cock smearing his creamy spunk over \nhis brand new couch. But his happiness was quickly replaced with disgust\n and shame. And then came the nauseating thoughts of what he did the \nnight before. Licking the little rat\u2019s armpit was disgusting to begin \nwith, but he went way further with that stranger. His eyes went wide. He\n gave that kid a blowjob! Not to mention how he let himself get \nridiculed and\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018I just sucked a stranger\u2019s dick\u2026 Dios\u2026\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He ran to the bathroom to vomit, barely getting there in time. He \nclung to the toilet as hard as he could, and threw up until his stomach \nwas empty. His chest ached, and he could see lights pulsing as he closed\n his eyes. He thought he was going to pass out. Maybe that would be for \nthe best. All he wanted to do was disappear.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Or maybe what he really wanted was to suck more dick. His mind started up again. <em>Don\u2019t lie to yourself, you wanted to suck that guy\u2019s dick so badly<\/em>.\n That shocked him, and he couldn\u2019t remember why he would think that. His\n mind was a mess, and the line between his real feelings and what had \nbeen implanted began to blur once again.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He felt the icy cold of the porcelain toilet bowl against his cheek, and he felt a little better. <em>\u2018Oh, God\u2026oh my God, I think I\u2019m going crazy\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">What the hell was he going to do? He remembered that his last attempt\n to defend himself against the bastards didn\u2019t work out. All he could \nremember was him trying to walk out the door, but not much after. He \ntried to think of another escape plan, but he started spiraling again. \nDid he even deserve to be saved? How was he ever able to look anyone in \nthe eyes after all of this? Could he even look himself in the eye, \nknowing how much he enjoyed doing all those humiliating things?<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">And what would he do with those two? He couldn\u2019t just plop them in \njail after everything they\u2019d done to him. Even worse, they knew his \nsecret identity. Not to mention the embarrassing photos they had of him.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">They would tell everyone in prison what had happened, and he would be\n the laughing stock of the entire criminal network before lunchtime. It \nwouldn\u2019t be long before it got outside &#8211; he groaned at the thought of \nall of the trolls on social media picking up on the news. It wouldn\u2019t \ntake long before everyone knew about it. The whole world would know \nabout it before the day ended. Maybe the news stations will get wind of \nit in time for national news. It would be on the late night talk shows &#8211;\n there was nowhere for him to hide.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018No way. I\u2019m sure no one will believe them. It\u2019s way too crazy to be true,\u2019<\/em>\n he tried to assure himself. But what if they did? He knew there were \npeople who hated superheroes for no reason. He even had his own haters \nat greenlanternsucksdotcom. He couldn\u2019t deny everything, he couldn\u2019t say\n the photos were fake.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">And what\u2019s even worse, he didn\u2019t know how they were controlling him. \nWhat if they could control him from jail? And even if they couldn\u2019t, \nthey still knew his real name and address.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Maybe he could ask his superpowered friends for help? Surely, someone\n with psychic powers could make the thugs forget. And maybe they could \nmake him forget, too. But what if that psychic actually looked into our \nminds to see what had happened? It\u2019s just normal for them to be curious,\n right? No, I didn\u2019t want to embarrass myself like that.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>Maybe I could ask Wally? He could use his powers to go back in time and reverse everything that happened but\u2026<\/em>\n no, that would be too dangerous. And he really didn\u2019t want to explain \nhimself. Also, that would put The Flash and the rest of the world at \nrisk\u2026 And if they ended up enslaving Wally, too, then they would be in \neven more hot water.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">No, he had to think of a better plan, some way to regain control \nwithout involving anybody else. Kyle knew they were in his bed, asleep, \nbut he was too scared to go in there and expose himself to their tricks \nagain. He had to think of a way to protect himself.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018To think you once had godlike powers, and now you\u2019re the slave and horny clown of two scumbags\u2026\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle finally stood up with some effort, and on shaky legs, got into the shower.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">He didn\u2019t even bother taking off his clothes. He just walked straight\n into the shower and started the water. The feeling was comforting. He \nallowed himself a couple of minutes to enjoy the hot water before he \nstarted undressing. The tiny clothes were left on the mosaic floor, \nwhile the hero gave himself an unusually long, meticulous bath. He \nnormally wouldn\u2019t stay in here for this long &#8211; he wasn\u2019t a fan of \nwasting water &#8211; but the return to his normal routine was helping him \ncalm down. He loved relaxing in a hot shower.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle started brushing his teeth in the middle of his shower. He spent\n that time thinking of ways to defend himself. But first, he had to \nfigure out how they were controlling him. Those scumbags didn\u2019t seem any\n more special than any other street thugs\u2026 except for them being \nexceptionally hot and sexy, of course. Maybe they had a magic little imp\n or goblin or whatever that Superman sometimes had to deal with. That \n\u201cMr. Mixedpickles\u201d, or whatever his name was?<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Maybe they cast an erotic spell on him? No, Kyle was pretty sure they\n were just petty burglars. Incredibly sexy burglars, sure, but not \nmagical beings for sure. What had they done to him then?<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">His orgasms were nothing like he had experienced before, but he \nrefused to dwell on that. He needed to overpower those hot sexy \nvillains, not thank them for making him experience the heights of \npleasure. But he couldn\u2019t just ignore their methods if he wanted to \nsucceed. He needed time to think about his next plan of action.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Before he stepped out of the shower, Kyle started washing his \nclothes. Until he bought new clothes, he had to take care of the few \nthings he had. He didn\u2019t want to ruin the gift that Papi had so \ngenerously given him\u2026 Wait, is that right? Didn\u2019t he just say he had to \nfight those two, not thank them? But\u2026 the gift\u2026 even though he knew in \nhis mind that they were horribly trashy, he had to wear them whenever he\n was at home\u2026 These were the girly clothes that he loved so much and\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Jesus, no! That wasn\u2019t right. It was the other way around! God, why was everything so confusing?<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Luckily, the absurdity of those thoughts actually helped pull him out\n of a downward spiral into debauchery. Anything could trigger his \ndepraved state. Even smelling the stale stench of sex in his living room\n would\u2019ve easily activated the commands implanted in Kyle\u2019s brain, but \nafter leaving the bathroom (wrapped only in a fluffy robe made from his \npower ring), he immediately went onto the terrace to hang his wet \nclothes. He opened the big glass doors, instantly being met by fresh air\n from outside. The breeze helped clear out some of the smell in the \nroom.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Trying not to waste any more time, Kyle grabbed another piece of \nunderwear from his only box of belongings in this apartment. He pulled \nout a frilly red thong and a matching bra, and started putting them on. \nThat\u2019s all the clothes he would be needing for his morning patrol.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018You actually got your bra on on the first try, Kyle. Very good, \nyou\u2019re improving,\u2019 he said to himself. After admiring his handiwork, he \nactivated his power ring causing the room to start glowing green. Kyle\u2019s\n confidence grew even more as he donned his majestic Green Lantern \nuniform, savoring the familiar feeling of pride and strength as he got \nready for his patrol. Only this time, he was oblivious to how he \nactually looked.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">T-Bone\u2019s instructions were clear during the second Deep Hypnotic \nTrance &#8211; he wouldn\u2019t notice anything weird about his uniform. And so \nKyle didn\u2019t notice (at least consciously) that this new version of his \nuniform had some minor adjustments. There were obvious cum stains on his\n mask, chest and crotch, and it came with a faint smell of piss from the\n last time he had the uniform on. There was a bit of drool on the \nfabric. His butt was still fully exposed because of his assless chaps, \nand there was a shocking line of red across his ass crack. And Kyle \ndidn\u2019t notice a thing. He puffed his chest out in pride, letting the \nfeeling of joy radiate over his body as he reveled in his authority as \nGreen Lantern, mighty defender of Coast City once again.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Green Lantern busied himself with the thought of clearing his head, \nreturning with a plan to triumphantly defeat his Papi and Boss, and then\n regain control of his life once and for all. He grabbed an apple for \nbreakfast, and gracefully jumped off his terrace into the night air.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">There was nothing of note during his patrol. Luckily, the city was \nquiet and calm before dawn, if only a little dark. Maybe it was because \nhe started his patrol unusually early today? Not one to waste a chance \nto relax, Kyle took a moment to rest atop an electrical tower to eat his\n apple.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">A couple of minutes passed and he was still rattling his brain trying to think of a way to get out of this mess he was in.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">What had those yummy looking thugs done to him? How had he managed to\n make him do those deliciously debasing things and make him believe it \nwas all normal? Not only that, he had a faint feeling that they had made\n him forget a lot of other things. He somehow knew he couldn\u2019t trust his\n memories.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">They were using some form of mind control on him, that was sure. \nOtherwise, he would never had lapped at a dog bowl like the little bitch\n that he was, and he definitely wouldn\u2019t have licked those greasy \narmpits, no matter how delicious they tasted!<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Mind control, Kyle thought with certainty. That was the answer. Only \nmind control would have him be so eager to suck a mouthwateringly salty \ngiant cock. And those big fat hairy\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Don\u2019t start again,\u2019<\/em> Kyle had to concentrate and say that to himself out loud.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Maybe he could find a way around this and turn this back on the \nthugs. He could make them forget everything they knew about him and get \neverything back to normal.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">But first he had to confirm how they were manipulating him in the \nfirst place. He still couldn\u2019t figure out what they were doing. Hell, \nthey seemed pretty stupid, even dumber than him. He needed to retrace \nhis steps. All of this started in the lab. He remembered they made him \ncover their tracks thoroughly, he thought with a groan. Good Lord, this \ngets worse the more I remember, thought Kyle. I probably committed \nmultiple felonies covering stuff up, but maybe I could find some clues \nif I went back to the lab.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018Yes, that\u2019s it. That\u2019s the first step to fixing this mess.\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The loud blaring of a truck\u2019s horn knocked him out of his thought \nprocess. He looked out into the distance, on the highway leading to the \ndocks, and saw a dump truck had narrowly avoided a collision with a \nmassive 50-tonne truck that seemed to be gaining speed.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">There were almost no cars out at this hour of the day, so luckily the\n truck didn\u2019t hit anyone else as it swerved out of control. But it \nwouldn\u2019t be long before it hit something. Without wasting a second, \nGreen Lantern came flying towards the truck. He zoomed close to the \ndriver\u2019s side, trying to see if he was fine, but his vision was obscured\n by tinted glass. All he could see was a blurry figure in a red cap, but\n it was clear that the guy was unconscious.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Green Lantern mind started racing &#8211; he had to get this under control \nas soon as possible. He knocked on the glass, and he shouted in a loud \nvoice:<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018HEY, SIR! CAN YOU HEAR ME?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">There was no answer, so he started slamming his hand against the window more forcefully.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018COME ON, MAN, ANSWER ME!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The truck was picking up speed, and it was heading straight for a row\n of vehicles. Green Lantern figured he could easily protect them with a \nconstruct from his ring, but he looked further up and saw that the road \nheaded straight for the eastern highway. Soon, this truck will be \ncrossing through a series of busy ramps, overpasses and underpasses, \nwith cars going all directions. If the truck gets all the way there, \nit\u2019ll be almost impossible to stop it without any collateral damage.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">If the driver didn\u2019t wake up now, he would have to break the grass \nand pull him out. He could then stop the truck without putting the \ndriver in immediate harm.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">In a last ditch attempt, Green Lantern knocked on the glass one last \ntime &#8211; and to his surprise, the driver woke up. Scared and disoriented, \nthe trucker instantly came to his senses and pressed on the vehicle\u2019s \nbrakes. Anticipating the loss of control from the sudden braking \nmaneuver, Green Lantern had instantly used his power ring to create a \ngiant football tackle.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The bright, green figure held the middle of the truck firmly using a \nsingle hand, and used the other hand to slow the truck down from the \nfront. The slight deceleration prevented any extra damage to the truck, \nand they were still a safe distance from the other vehicles in front of \nthem. Green Lantern expected his handiwork. No one was injured and there\n weren\u2019t any crazy damages to any of the vehicles.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Green Lantern was ready to make a witty remark to celebrate, as \nusual. He slowed down and looked up at what he had created, and his jaw \nhung open. He created a football player, yes, but it looked like it \nwalked straight out of a homemade porn video rather than a respectable \npro athlete.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The figure was bulky, more on the chubby side, and it didn\u2019t really \nlook very athletic. It held a dumb facial expression. Its pants were way\n too tight, and way too revealing &#8211; there was a visible bulge protruding\n obscenely out of its crotch. As Kyle gawked at the figure, it put a \nhand out and actually scratched at the bulge. It wasn\u2019t even wearing a \njersey &#8211; all it had on were shoulder pads, and it had the number 69 and \nthe name \u2018DICK\u2019 emblazoned on its back and chest.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Where the hell did that come from? He wanted a pro athlete to give \nhim a hand, not the laziest and dumbest player in a pick up game at a \nfrat house.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Luckily, the trucker was the only person close enough to see, and he \nwas hopefully still too shaken up to notice the bizarre figure. The hero\n quickly made the giant disappear, and flew back to the driver.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Hey, pal, are you alright? Do you need some help?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The driver rolled down his window, and Kyle got a good look at him \nfor the first time. And he looked familiar. To Kyle\u2019s surprise, it was \nthe same man that called him a \u201cfucking faggot\u201d on the street, just a \nfew hours ago. He was too baked and more than a little drunk when it \nhappened, but he was sure of it. That, or maybe he was just hungry for a\n good handsome trucker\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Wait, what? Where did that come from? Kyle berated himself. He wasn\u2019t\n into men! Whatever that pair did to you, you have to focus.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The man in the truck had a ruddy, big-cheeked face with bushy, \nunkempt mutton chops, a show of a mustache over thin pinkish lips, a \nsmall rounded nose and short thick eyebrows above round, but very \ntired-looking, blue eyes. Kyle guessed we was in his early 40s, or he \ncould be as old as mid-50s.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Besides the round flushed face, the only thing that Kyle saw of the \nman was a long red scruffy mullet peeking out under a red nascar cap, \nand the neck of a red flannel shirt.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Holy shit! I\u2019m- I\u2019m so sorry, I mean it -I- I-I\u2026 Jesus fucking \nChrist! I\u2019m so sorry! You\u2019re the local superhero, right? The famous \nGreen Lantern! Thanks for save ma life, boy!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2019No problem. Anytime, hunk,\u2019 Kyle cringed at what he just said. Did \nhe just call this fat trucker a hunk? Eager to change subjects, Kyle \ncontinued, \u2018I mean\u2026 are you &#8211; do you feel right? Do you want to see a \ndoctor or\u2026 or something?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Nonono! I\u2019m a\u2026 I\u2019m just fine, just a lil\u2019 tired and\u2026 and, ya know, \ntired. Just\u2026 let me move this fuckin\u2019 truck, I need a lil\u2019 rest.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">It was an obvious lie. The trucker was drunk as a skunk.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Wait, I\u2019ll move it,\u2019 Kyle held his hand up, and his ring started to glow again. \u2018It would be safer if I-\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019m fine, really, boy\u2019 The man interrupted. \u2018Just do me a favor, \nGreen Boy: please fly in front of me to guide me out of the highway. I \nneed to find a place to park this damn thing.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I don\u2019t-\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Please. I\u2019m\u2026 look, dude, I\u2019m sorry for this, but\u2026 I\u2019m in very deep \nshit right now, ya know? And I don\u2019t wanna draw too much attention. If \nya use your magic powers again then I\u2019m sure we\u2019re gonna end up in the \nnews and\u2026 just please\u2026 I don\u2019t want\u2026 just don\u2019t? Please?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Green Lantern still had his doubts, but the commanding tone from an \nolder man triggered some of Kyle\u2019s new submissive tendencies. It wasn\u2019t \nan outright order, but he was still compelled to follow this guy\u2019s \norders because his subconscious mind registered the trucker as a \u201creal \nman\u201d. Despite all his physical strength and otherworldly superpowers, \nKyle knew in his heart that he wasn\u2019t a real man, and his place was to \nserve and help actual men like this trucker here. If he had met this man\n two days ago, he would never have trusted an obviously drunk man to \ndrive a 50-tonne truck, but now, although reluctantly, he let the man \ntake the lead.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Surprisingly, the trucker drove the truck perfectly. Kyle still led \nthe way in front of the truck, unknowingly giving the trucker an eyeful \nof his exposed ass. As they left the highway and drove into a secluded, \nindustrial area, the driver finally found a long empty street to park \nhis truck on.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle reconsidered his previous judgments on the man. He was so stupid to doubt him. <em>If\n I was the one driving in that state, I would\u2019ve crashed a hundred times\n over. I probably would still be in the middle of the driveway right \nnow, but a real man like him is perfectly capable of driving a big truck\n like that<\/em>, Kyle gushed at the thought.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle snapped himself out of his reverie and addressed the driver again.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Alright, you should be fine here. Now try and get some sleep or\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The trucker was rubbing his eyes like he had something stuck in them.\n Kyle wasn\u2019t sure, but upon closer inspection, it looked like he was \ntrying to hold back tears.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Hey, man, what\u2019s wrong?\u2019 Kyle asked, concern lacing his voice.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Everything. Everything is wrong, boy. That filthy son of a bitch\u2026 the fuckin\u2019 son of a bitch fucked everythin up.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Excuse me? Who are you talking about?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018That fucking cunt of\u2026 oh, I\u2019m, I\u2019m sorry, boy, I know ya have things to do. Your superhero stuff and\u2026 and\u2026 I\u2019m fine, really\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I don\u2019t want to sound disrespectful, but you don\u2019t seem fine, pal. If there\u2019s some way I can help you-\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Nobody can.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019m sorry to hear that. But if you need to talk, I\u2019m here to listen,\u2019 Kyle tried to say in his most reassuring tone.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019ll be fine. I think\u2026 but\u2026 well\u2026 if ya have a minute, boy\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Sure.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Ok, Come in for a minute, Green\u2019, he said, pointing to the truck door \u2019I\u2019m not gonna steal much of yar time&#8221;.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Green Lantern started towards the door, but this time he wasn\u2019t \nmotivated by an impulse to obey, or even by his newfound libido. He \ngenuinely cared for all the citizens of Coast City, and his kind nature \nled him to feel actual concern for this stranger. He seemed devastated \nabout something, and he needed a shoulder to cry on. God knows Kyle \nwouldn\u2019t mind having someone listen to what he was going through.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">As soon as Kyle opened the door, he recognised the strong smell of \nnicotine. The atmosphere was saturated with it, and it overpowered all \nthe other smells in the truck. The ashtray on the dashboard was filled \nto the brim, ash spilling over the sides. There were cigarette butts \neverywhere, and even more garbage on the floor. It looked like the \ndriver had used cans, styrofoam cups and food cartons, anything else as \nmakeshift ashtrays.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The dashboard was a mess of cables, littered with candy wrappers and \nused napkins. Even the passenger seat was covered in ash and garbage. In\n fact, the entire interior was covered with a thin layer of ash. It \nwould be like sitting in the middle of a dumpster.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Sorry, this place looks like a pigsty. I haven\u2019t had much company recently, except for\u2026 ya know\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018It\u2019s fine, don\u2019t worry\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Ma name is Duke\u2019, he said, offering a big calloused hand. The \nhandshake was firm and strong, but not aggressive. You can tell this man\n was a heavy smoker off his hand &#8211; the nicotine had tinted his \nfingernails a soft unhealthy yellow tone.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I suppous ya can\u2019t tell me yar real name, right, boy? On a count of your secret identity.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Yeah, I\u2019m sorry. We\u2019ll have to stick with Green Lantern.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Now that GL had time to get a better look at the man, he noticed he \nwas ENORMOUS. He could fill the whole seat behind the steering wheel. He\n was wearing a flannel shirt with the sleeves ripped off, showing off \nhis two big, chunky arms with stars and eagles tattooed all over them. \nKyle saw swirls of wispy, long dark red hairs creeping out of the \nunbuttoned top of his shirt. A big round stomach bulged over his belt. \nKyle noticed that he was wearing a huge Confederate flag as a belt \nbuckle. And beneath the buckle, there was a sizeable bulge where worn \nout blue wranglers were straining against a yummy fat big\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Do ya like them big, Green Boy?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Uh? Excuse me?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I said, \u2018Do ya like them big? Ma belt buckle, I mean. I saw how ya were lookin\u2019 at it\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh, yes! Yes, I like it. It looks\u2026 looks great\u2019. Kyle was grateful \nfor the easy lie, but he was still pretty anxious about that close call.\n He started blabbering away &#8211; he could never keep his mouth shut when he\n was nervous.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018It reminds me of my own one\u2026 coz, I have a big one, too\u2026 not exactly\n like yours, not a flag, I mean, I was &#8211; and mine it\u2019s- it\u2019s not that \nbig.\u2019 He realized how skittish he sounded, and made an effort to calm \ndown.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018You\u2019re just talking with a drunk truck driver, for God sake,\u2019<\/em> Kyle thought to himself. <em>\u2018What\u2019s wrong with you? Just stop. You want to help him, remember, you dumbass?\u2019<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Glad ya like ma flag, boy. I\u2019m very proud of it. I bet ya like this \none too\u2019 he said, pointing to an enormous Confederate flag that covered \nthe whole back of the cabin. \u2018Ya can see everythin\u2019 about me is big,\u2019 \nthe man said proudly, smiling for the first time. \u2018Big feet, big hands, \nbig\u2026 ya know.\u2019 But his smile vanished as soon as it appeared. \u2018\u2026 and I\u2019m\n in big shit too, I\u2019m afraid.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle breathed an internal sigh of relief. Finally, he could take control of the situation again.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">What\u2019s the problem, Duke?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Well it\u2019s\u2026 it\u2019s\u2026 embarrassing, ya know?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018You can tell me. I\u2019m not gonna judge you, trust me\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Thanks\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Duke took a moment before speaking again. As the huge trucker \nsearched for the words to express himself, Kyle thought they should roll\n the windows down a bit. It was beginning to get hot in here. More than \njust a little.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018The thing is\u2026 I was dating someone in secret and\u2026 it should have \nstay secret, cuz ma town is\u2026 not a very nice place, ya know, but it all \nwent downhill and now\u2026 now everybody knows.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">They remained silent for a moment. The situation seemed pretty delicate, so Kyle didn\u2019t want to pressure the guy.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I reckon that\u2019s nothin\u2019 compared to the big shit ya always deal with\n daily. Always fighting super bad guys, robbers and all that stuff\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018No, not at all. We all have different problems and all of them are \nimportant in their own way,\u2019 Kyle said in a soft voice. \u2018It doesn\u2019t mean\n your problems aren\u2019t important. I\u2019m sorry to hear you\u2019re having a rough\n time.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Duke nodded. He then pulled out a beer from under his seat.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019m not gonna drive, I promise. Would ya like one?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018No, thanks, Duke.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh, ya\u2019re on duty, right? I forgot yar\u2019re like some sort of supercop.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">There was another stretch of silence as Duke took a sip of his beer, and then he said, barely above a whisper:<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018That fucking cunt\u2026 he began to blackmail me and\u2026 listen, I\u2019m not a \nfaggot, don\u2019t get me wrong. It\u2019s just that from time to time I like to \nshift from cunts to\u2026 ya know. But I\u2019m not a fag. No homo, really. And I \ndon\u2019t hate faggots neither, it\u2019s just I\u2019m not one of them. I can\u2019t see \nmyself rubbin\u2019 peckers all the time\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle simply nodded. He hated the \u201cF word\u201d and expressions like \u201cno \nhomo\u201d, but he tried to be sympathetic. Also, it wasn\u2019t the moment for a \nvocabulary lesson, and Kyle definitely wouldn\u2019t give a lecture while \nsomeone was pouring their heart out like this.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Well, this fucker started threatenin\u2019 to let the cat out of the bag \nunless I pay him\u2026 I said \u2018fuck ya\u2019, and the bastard started uploading \nsome of our videos, and now everybody knows\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh, man. Did you ask the police for help? Blackmail\u2019s still pretty illegal.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Nahh, the police would only laugh in ma face. I\u2019m from a small town,\n we don\u2019t have fag parades or any shit like that. That\u2019s just not \nsomething we tolerate, even though lots of men and women like to fuck \nlet loose from time to time, if you know what I mean, its all a prude \nhole full of shit. Even you would end up arrested for wearin\u2019 that tight\n costume out on the street.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle tried to figure out what he meant, and then it hit him. \u2018This \nisn\u2019t a costume, Duke. It\u2019s my uniform. The Green Lanterns don\u2019t have a \ndress code per se so it\u2019s a little different, but even though we can add\n some modifications based on our personal style, we still wear similar \noutfits to show we\u2019re a united front.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Based on yar personal style?\u2019, Duke repeated, dumbfounded. He was \nstaring at the cum splotches Green Lantern had all over his uniform. \nSince his uniform was primarily black, the stains were pretty visible, \nand Duke\u2019s eyes immediately darted to GL\u2019s crotch, with the biggest \nvisible stain. He had a couple more on the Lantern emblem over his \nheart.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Well, you did a good job with your uniform,\u2019 Duke said, remembering \nthe exposed ass and the frilly thong he trailed behind for a couple \nsolid couple of minutes not too long ago. \u2018And I\u2019m sorry if I said \nanythin\u2019 stupid, I didn\u2019t mean to offend ya. It\u2019s a pretty uniform, I \nthink ya look good in it.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Awww, thankth, Duke, you\u2019re tho thweet\u2026\u2019 The hero mumbled timidly, \nwith a strong lisp. It was totally out of character for him, and he \ncould feel a blush blossoming on his cheek. Kyle suddenly realized what \nhe just did. (<em>\u2019Sweet??? Did I just say \u2018sweet\u2019??? And was I lisping!!!<\/em>)<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle tried to compose himself.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Kind! I mean, KIND! I mean, wha, thanks, uh, we\u2019re\u2026 wha &#8211; what are \nyou going to do about your problem?\u2019 He made sure he made his voice \nsound as deep as possible when he said, but it just sounded so fake to \nhim. He sighed internally. (<em>\u2018Do you want to stop making a fool of yourself?\u2019<\/em>)<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I don\u2019t know. There\u2019s another thin\u2019. I\u2019m\u2026 I was married\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I wasn\u2019t cheatin\u2019 on ma wife, if that\u2019s what ya\u2019re thinkin\u2019. We \nhaven\u2019t had nothin\u2019 in years. And she knew I was datin\u2019 somebody, but \nshe didn\u2019t expect it to be our neighbors\u2019 son.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018She called me last night, and she was screamin\u2019 and cryin\u2019, it was \nall very fucked up. Ma wife, or exwife rather, is not the kind of woman \nthat takes things well, ya know? Although I don\u2019t suppose anybody would \ntake kindly to finding out that your husband is a fucking fairy. Ma \nwife\u2019s probably done burning all ma things.\u2019 Duke sighed. \u2018The worst \nthing about this is \u2026 well, I thought this fucker and I had somethin\u2019 \nspecial. Here, let me show ya.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Duke pulled out some photos from his phone. \u2018Not what you\u2019d call a charming prince, for sure, but I loved him.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle was fascinated by the first photo look pulled up. Kyle knew he \nwas straight, even though he wasn\u2019t really thinking straight thanks to \nthose two hooligans in his house. He knew he shouldn\u2019t get turned on by \nphotos of a young, chunky hillbilly with yellow teeth, but he found \nhimself mesmerized by the dorky looking hunk. How could he not melt for a\n dumb, crooked smile like that? And those big muscled arms covered by \ncheap-looking, greenish tattoos?<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The guy\u2019s face had a dull bull-like expression, but who needed brains\n when you were that hot? The guy was muscular, but not the tone, perfect\n gym body that he and the other sissies on the Justice League had. This \nguy\u2019s arms and pecs were strong, but he had a hot beer belly instead of a\n six pack. Wouldn\u2019t it be wonderful to wait at home for a couple of men \nlike that (<em>like Duke<\/em>, a voice in the back of Kyle\u2019s head said) to come home after a long day at work, serving them food, and giving them a foot rub?<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Duke swiped to the next photo. In this one, he was hugging the sexy \nfarmer &#8211; and what a magnificent couple they were! So much manliness \ncontained in one photo! Even a straight man like Kyle couldn\u2019t deny \nbeing attracted to that. Duke kept swiping through his collection, and \nKyle thought that each one was even hotter than the last one. As Duke \ngot deeper into his collection, the less clothing the two men were \nwearing. Soon, Kyle found himself watching a video of two hot studs \nhaving wild sex in what seemed to be a barn.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018What ya think, Green Boy?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle barely even heard his question. He was too transfixed by the video, his mouth hanging open.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018So\u2026 hot\u2026\u2019 he mumbled dumbly. Then he added, embarrassed \u2018I-I mean\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018It\u2019s ok, I know what ya mean,\u2019 Duke said, glancing at the crotch of the brave warrior.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle followed Duke\u2019s gaze and Kyle felt even more embarrassed. Once \nagain he was sporting a first class boner, and he hadn\u2019t even noticed. \nKyle\u2019s face was as red as a tomato as he tried to cover himself up.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Aww, don\u2019t worry about that, Green Boy. Ya\u2019ve had a stiffy since ya came in!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018R-r-r-really, Duke?! A-a-all this time? I\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018It\u2019s fine, boy. Is not like I hadn\u2019t seen a hard on before, ya know?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019m tho thorry\u2026 I mean, SORRY!\u2019 Kyle wasn\u2019t sure why his tongue felt\n so thick and clumsy, and he wasn\u2019t sure why he was feeling so feeble\u2026 \nso fragile\u2026 so unmanly!<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Unbeknownst to Kyle, T-Bone had programmed him to react in girly, \nunmanly ways in the presence of the scent of a \u201creal man\u201d. The longer he\n took in the rancid, musky atmosphere in Duke\u2019s cabin, the more Kyle \nfelt inclined to let go of all his manly characteristics.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Take it easy, hero boy. We\u2019re just two straight men talkin\u2019 and watchin\u2019 some videos. Nothin\u2019 faggy about that.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle was worried he would have another one of his \u201caccidents\u201d, but \nthen Duke put a reassuring hand on Kyle\u2019s knee. His patronising tone, \nand the touch of his calloused hand, helped with the superhero\u2019s nerves.\n Kyle still felt very nervous, but he was relieved that he didn\u2019t feel \nthe urge to empty his bladder again.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2019I-I thuppose you\u2019re right, Duke. Nothing fa- I-I mean, nothing gay about thith,\u2019 Kyle replied nervously.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">None of this made sense! He was a superhero! He had fought against \nterrible cosmic menaces, and the worst supervillains, and yet here he \nwas, the powerful Green Lantern, shaking like a leaf, needing the voice \nof a drunk trucker to calm him down.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Yeah, no reason to be embarrassed, we men get hard ons all the time.\n Look, I have one right now and it\u2019s not a big deal, right?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Duke lowered his fly, and a very fat penis jumped out of his jeans. \nIt wasn\u2019t long, but what it lacked in length it made up for in \nthickness.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018My God! I mean\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I know what ya mean. Just calm down, Green Boy, relax. Take yar \nhands off yar pretty dong and just put them down, side to side of ya. \nThat\u2019s it. You have nothin\u2019 to hide, boy. Now, I bet you wanna keep \nwatchin\u2019 more videos, don\u2019t ya?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2019Uh\u2026 yeth, yeath, Duke, pleathe\u2026 I-I mean yes!&#8221;<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Ya don\u2019t have to hide your lisp with that fake macho voice, ya know? Just be yourself, pretty boy!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018But, Duke, that\u2019th my voice, I thwear I don\u2019t have a lithp\u2026 I mean, a lisp!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018There it is again. It\u2019s fine, really. It makes ya look cuter, boy\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>He thinks I\u2019m cute!!<\/em> , Kyle thought to himself. <em>Yeah, he\u2019s right. I need to stop lying to myself<\/em>, the once macho hero reasoned, letting out a very unmanly giggle.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Now, be nice and give me a hand here, Green Lantern. That\u2019s it, \nthat\u2019s it. Keep stroking ma fat cock\u2026soooo nice, yar doin\u2019 a super job, \nhero\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Duke pulled up another video. This time the fat trucker was pounding his former boyfriend\u2019s ass on the back of his truck.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I think ya need some help with that, don\u2019t ya?\u2019 Duke gestured \nknowingly at GL\u2019s crotch. Without waiting for a yes, Duke\u2019s big \ncalloused hand engulfed Green Lantern\u2019s erection and began rubbing it up\n and down slowly.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Bwaahhh! AAHHHHHHH!! \u2026 pleathe, no\u2026 I\u2019m not\u2026 not \u2026 pleathe!\u2019 Green \nLantern whimpered, clamping his right hand over his mouth. His left hand\n meanwhile kept stroking Duke\u2019s cock.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Easy, hero boy, there\u2019s nothin\u2019 faggy about this. I\u2019m just giving \nyou a hand for being so nice\u2026 and for being so cute. It\u2019s a thanks for \nbeing such a nice hero, ya know? No homo.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018AH! AH! D\u2026 don\u2019t\u2026 thay that\u2026pleathe, Duke\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Say what?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018\u201cF-f-f-f-f-faggot\u201d\u2026 and , AH! \u201cNo homo\u201d\u2026 pleathe\u2026 it\u2019th a\u2026 ahhhh\u2026 AH! Oh, God! \u2026 thoth are\u2026 very rude wordth to thay!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Aww., does that offend you, Green Boy?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Yeth\u2026 yeth, a bit\u2026 AH, GAWD!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Aww, so cute. The big macho superhero is a lill\u2019 prissy sissy faggot. Ya\u2019re such a fuckin\u2019 pussy ya\u2019re practically a chick\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018OH, FUCK, OH FUCK!!!\u2019 The hero roared, lost in ecstasy. \u2019GO ON, PLEATHE!!!<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I have a better idea. Flip over on the seat and get on all fours, Green Lantern. I want your bare ass.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Green Lantern obeyed, reluctantly letting go of Duke\u2019s fat dong. One \nthing did confuse him though. What did Duke mean by \u201cbare ass\u201d? He was \nin full Lantern Corps uniform with the regulation pants\u2026 and he was \nwearing his special panties on patrol. His ass was anything but bare!<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u201cAnd change your pants to assless chaps\u201d<\/em>, Papi\u2019s voice echoed in GL\u2019s head. <em>\u201cI really want to see if you need a good slapping so we can keep a good cruising speed\u2026\u201d<\/em>\n \u2019 Kyle\u2019s eyes went wide. That twisted fucker! Had he been doing his \nmorning patrol with his buttocks on full display without knowing? He was\n going to beat the shit out of that- AHH!!<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Duke was playing with the string of the hero\u2019s thong. He took the \nthin elastic thread between his thick, rough fingers, stretched it to \nthe limit of its elasticity and then released it. Every hit of the \nelastic band against his asscrack sent shivers throughout the body of \nthe emerald warrior.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Pleathe, Duke, ith a mithtake! My uniform shouldn\u2019t be that-\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">SNAP!<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Ah!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">SNAP!<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u201cAhhh!!\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">SNAP!<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018AAAAHHHHH!!! OW, PLEATHE!!!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018What a pretty ass crack ya have, Green Lantern. I wanted to do this \nsince I saw you wigglin\u2019 yar buttocks in front on ma truck. It\u2019s just \nthe kind of ass I like the most: a bit hairy, big and fat. And look at \nyar pretty pink hairy hole, hero! It looks so tight\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh, pleathe\u2026 pleathe\u2026 PLEATHE!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">The pleasure was unbearable. Kyle didn\u2019t know what he was begging for\n at this point. Did he want Duke to let him go and stop humiliating him?\n Or was he begging Duke to keep playing with his ass and humiliate him \nfurther? Kyle\u2019s thought went to men\u2019s assholes &#8211; he didn\u2019t know what his\n own one looked like, and he had no other male assholes to compare it \nto. He\u2019s only ever seen the ones his lady friends had when he used to \npretend he was straight\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018NO I LOVE WOMEN, NOT MEN!\u2019 I &#8211;<\/em> HOLY FUCK!!!<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">As Kyle was having this internal struggle, Duke wasted no time by \ninserting his index finger into Green Lantern\u2019s pink rosebud. Kyle \nshrieked, and turned to look at the trucker, his face all red and \nsweaty, with tears running down his eyes. Kyle could see the excitement \nin Duke\u2019s face.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018My God, I\u2019m finger-fuckin\u2019 a big strong superhero, a member of the \nJustice League\u2026 and I don\u2019t even feel like a homo, cuz he\u2019s practically a\n chick. Fuck, dude, yar cunt is real tight!<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018PLEATHE\u2026 PLEATHE, DUKE, KEEP FINGERING MY CUNT, THEXY DUKE!! KEEP MAKING FUN OF ME!!!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018I\u2019ll do somethin\u2019 better, I\u2019ll give ya another finger, Pussy Lantern!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018AWGODOHGODOHGOD!!\u2019 OWWWWWW!! It HURTS!! HURTS SO MUCH!!<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Ya likin\u2019 this, don\u2019t ya? Ya love this, pussy faggot?\u2019 Duke drawled.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Green Lantern couldn\u2019t resist anymore. He began to cum on his uniform again, squirming and moaning.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018YETH, YETH!!! FUCK, YETH, I LOVE IT!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Awwww, goood sissy. Now, be a good superheroine and come serve ma fat cock, Green Pussy.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Green Lantern obeyed instantly. Papi\u2019s words about his duties as a \nsuperhero echoed in his mindfucked head. Still feeble and shaking from \nhis recent orgasm, Kyle he practically jumped over the fat trucker\u2019s lap\n to hungrily suck his cock.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Oh, fuck! Ya really were starvin\u2019 for dick, weren\u2019t ya?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Green Lantern could only moan in response. His lips were too busy \nshowing love to the throbbing member in front of him. The once straight \nmacho hero was convinced that he loved to kiss and lap on cocks, \nespecially the piss slits.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Taking cocks fully down his throat was still a hard task. As he \ndiscovered, he needed way more practice to control his gag reflex, but \nin the meantime, he could still be useful to men. He just needed to \nfocus on using his lips. He knew his former female conquests had prized \nhis skills at giving delicious rapturous kisses, so now, horny as he had\n never been, Kyle was committed to kiss the meaty hairy cock in front of\n him with more love and passion than he ever put into kissing a woman \nbefore.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Green Lantern was about to attempt getting the chubby cock all the way down his throat, when Duke pushed him back.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Wait, wait, wait, don\u2019t swallow this, Green, I wa- OH!\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Duke started to cum. His spunk was abundant, though quite watery, not\n as thick as the ones that had splashed over Kyle so far. It also had \nthe most pungent scent. The fat redneck caught all his come in the palm \nof his hand, where it formed a small milkish pool.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Don\u2019t move, Green Lantern. I don\u2019t wanna drop any of this, boy.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Still trying to catch his breath, the Emerald Knight obeyed and leaned back in his seat.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018What are you-?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Duke leaned over Green Lantern, and began to kiss the hero roughly. \nHe then put his hand over GL\u2019s chest and smeared his sperm all over the \npecs of Coast City\u2019s emblem of hope.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle was caught by surprise at first but soon began to reciprocate \nthe trucker\u2019s kiss. It was completely different to any kiss he \npreviously had. The trucker\u2019s cheeks were flabby and rough. His short, \nragged beard felt scratchy, like sandpaper, and his breath was a mix of \nbeer and the nicotine of countless cigarettes. There was no tenderness \nin his kiss, just a violent, animalistic hunger, sucking Kyle\u2019s tongue \nfirst, then slipping his own tongue into every corner of the confused \nhero\u2019s mouth.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>\u2018My first kiss! I\u2019m having my first real kiss with this hot sexy fat trucker!!!<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">When Duke began to pull back, Kyle pulled at his shirt to start \nanother kiss, unable to dominate the burning lust inside him. Kissing \nthis trucker was delicious and intoxicating.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">After a couple of minutes, Kyle finally let go. Duke let out a long whistle, and said:<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Ohh, boy, ya\u2019re a hell of a kisser and\u2026 are ya crying, dude?\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018No! No, no\u2026 ith jutht\u2026 I\u2019m\u2026 it was my\u2026 well, you\u2026 you kiss very well too, Duke\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">They smiled each other for a moment, until Duke broke the silence again.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018That was, uh\u2026a lill\u2019 gift for ya. I mean, the spunk all over ya\u2026 I \nthought ya may like it for your uniform and\u2026 ya know, to improve \u201cyar \npersonal style\u201d\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Still reeling from what he thought was his first kiss, the hero said:<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Thanks, Duke, I\u2026 I do like it. I appreciate it. It\u2019s\u2026 so much!\u2019. \nKyle said, touching his soggy, sticky pecs. He had always been a \nhelpless romantic, and even in his mindfucked state he still was. It \nwould take him a couple of minutes to stop feeling so giddy, but right \nnow his head was on the clouds.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2019Well a\u2026 thanks for all of this, Green Boy. I mean, Green Lantern. \nNot for the blowjob, but for your concern and for taking the time to\u2026 ya\n know. I can see why people speak so highly of you.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2019My pleasure, Duke. I hope everything goes well with you. Try and get\n some sleep. It\u2019s not the end of the world, believe me. Maybe you can \nmove here. Coast City is pretty supportive when it comes to that kind of\n stuff. Or you could try another place. There\u2019s a whole world of good \npeople out there, Duke.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2019I\u2019ll think about it. And maybe I\u2019ll see ya again.&#8221;<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Yes, maybe,\u2019 said the superhero, blushing a bit. \u2018Good luck, Duke.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">\u2018Right back at ya, GL.\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Green Lantern got out of the truck. The sun had just started rising, \nand it hurt his eyes a little bit. The cold morning air was a stark \ncontrast to the muggy heat in the truck. He felt a bit chilly and \nrealized he was covered in sweat. And he could feel the breeze most \nstrongly on his exposed ass.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle\u2019s eyes glazed over a bit and he shook off that weird feeling. He\n didn\u2019t realize how much T-Bone\u2019s earlier command had fucked him in the \nhead; Kyle truly didn\u2019t, and couldn\u2019t, notice anything weird about his \nuniform. His mind instantly ignored the draft against his bare ass \nagain, or the fact that he had massive pit stains and was covered in \nsweat.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">And thanks to his little rendezvous with Duke, he now had new cum \nsplotches on his uniform, along with a couple of ash stains. There were \ncigar butts and chewed bubble gum stuck on his forearm guards and boots \nas Duke took him from behind. He even had a half-sucked slimy lollipop \nand a hamburger wrapper stuck to his buttocks.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Kyle thought long and hard about what he was doing. Oh yeah, he \nwanted to check the lab where everything had started. He needed to know \nhow a tough superhero like him had become a helpless slave to the sexy \npair of studs that were manipulating him.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\">Actually doing something heroic made Kyle feel good and actually \nrenewed his flagging energy levels. And that hot kiss\u2026 Smiling, Green \nLantern started rising into the sky, ready to start a new day.<\/span><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial;\"><em>Thanks for read! If you liked this chapter, please leave a rate. 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