Be Mine Beloved

Chapter 3

Damian couldn't remember when the line of friends between him and Jon started to blur. He just found himself stripped of half his clothes during his sleepovers with Jon more often than not nowadays. His family was out busy with their stakeouts and dates and Alfred never came to check up on them after dropping off snacks - Damian suspected that Alfred has an idea of his and Jon's 'activities' after having to raise four boys. With the assurance that they would not be disturbed for the night, the two of them didn't hesitate to make themselves comfortable. The TV played in the background; the movie they had put on long forgotten. Damian had his back pressed against the head of his bed. His legs spread wide and Jon's head bobbing up and down between them. Jon's tongue trailed from the base of his shaft slowly up to the tip and then swirled it around the sensitive flesh.

Whimpers were silenced with Damian biting his lip. The only thing keeping him grounded was his fingers curling tighter into the bedsheets. No matter how many times this little game of theirs may occur Damian never wanted to his composure to crumble. Showing a vulnerable side of himself, that would be the moment he would lose. Jon went down again and sucked causing Damian's hips to hitch forward. Violet eyes looked up at Damian, shameless and steady watching his expression. Jon's hands rubbing soft circles into his thighs moved to snake his hands around his butt cheeks. Fingers creeping closer until they were able to slip into his tight hole. Damian arched up and mewed at the unexpected sensation. He sent a glare to the younger boy beneath him but the Kryptonian ignored and kept probing the hole while he licked and sucked his dick. 

Being attacked at both ends it wasn't long till Damian came into Jon's mouth, the latter dutifully swallowing every drop. Damian slumped onto his bed head as Jon sat up. His eyes focused upon Jon's glossy lips, smeared with cum and saliva and then down to the giant bulge underneath is grey sweatpants. Jon shifted the band of his pants down and let his cock spring out. In these moments Damian knew all species were not created equally. Kryptonian anatomy was superior to homo sapiens in every way, if not proven by the large flesh rod between Jon legs pointing up.

Jon rested back on his hands and smirked back at Damian, "Your turn."  And their little game continues.

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Damian was finally strong enough to walk around. For the first time in those five days, Damian was able to step out of bed without feeling faint. His body felt weird. It was lighter and more flexible than before. Most of his muscles have melted off his arms, years of training gone within a few days. He didn't stay too long grumbling, this was only temporary. He'll find a way to turn back to normal even if he had to choke Jon with kryptonite to squeeze it out of him.  

Over the past few days, Damian has become familiar with the maids that were assigned to him. They were all diligent and tried their best not to disturb him. Only one maid addressed Damian when necessary. He had guessed she was the head maid of the group. Her curly hair was always neatly tied back in one and her uniform never out of place. "Lady Wayne?"  The head maid stepped forward. Damian turned his head and saw the maids lined up with summer dresses, skirts, flowy shirts and heels. There was an excitement glinting in the head maids eyes that he's never seen before. "Please tell me if there is anything to your liking." Damian blinked at the clothes and then the energized head maid before sighing into his palm. After he escaped and found a way to reverse the spell he was going to find a kryptonite ring to give Superboy a beating that would be ingrained in his body for the rest of his miserable life. 

The head maid had always followed Damian orders with flawless execution. Damian was impressed by her work ethic. Today was the first time he had seen her resist his orders. When Damian demanded male clothes, the straight line on her face crumbled into a frown. The head maid had spent almost an hour trying to convince Damian otherwise. Sending out for new clothes, appealing to different colours and styles. The passion burning in her eyes. The head maid gave into Damian's will eventually, it was her job to carry out his orders. Still, in the corner of his eye, Damian could see her stuffing away the female clothes in the closet. He at least admired her persistence.