--- 9 ---
By now, the men in the room could recognize the familiar pattern. A struggle,
resistance, then sudden and strange silence. A twitch in the body, and a
child-like panic in the eyes as another wave of sensations began its assault.
Nightwing was no different, despite his youth and the strength of his sinewy
body, he succumbed like all the others before him. He grunted slightly as his
body went rigid in the restraints -- a betrayal of his surprise as a surge of
electric impulses throbbed deep inside his groin, beneath his tight scrotum, and
then raced to find the path of least resistance, shooting down to his toes, his
armpits, along his outstretched arms. He clenched his teeth as the sensation
grew in intensity, and as another pulse shot out from the root of his manhood,
he arched his back in an attempt to escape them, and then lost his battle to
remain silent.
"f..ff.... FUCK NO!" he belted from an open mouth, head crunched forward to his
chest, and body impossibly rigid and flexed against the lycra bands that held
him prisoner.
Then the shakes started. Small convulsions in his thighs and biceps, his
muscled glutes rising and falling on the steel table. The hero trembled as he
sensed a new tingling around his chest, tickling his nipples and seeming to wrap
around each sensitive toe, teasing him. Mocking him.
Chin pressed to his chest, he could not avoid the image of his manhood expanding
-- how was this possible?? -- to an even greater state of rigidity.
Nightwing's pride rose and extended upward, dragging a trail of precum along his
stomach until it reached his belly button. Every cell, every follicle lining
his testicles and groin seemed to be standing on end, reaching for something,
anything, to touch them. Relieve them.
Dr. Tanner recognized the moment of opportunity. In this hyper alert state,
Nightwing would be ready, even desperate, to learn more. Standing near the
hero's head, he bent down slowly, and began whispering in the suffering man's
left ear.
"Listen to me carefully, Nightwing. You must focus on my words. Try to focus."
The hero grunted something that sounded like agreement, his eyes darting back
and forth from the doctor, to Batman, standing in front of him, at a distance,
to the two students who had now stepped aside, waiting for the doctor's next
instruction. Even as he struggled to listen, another bolt of pure pleasure
shot from his groin up to his left pectoral, and he clamped his teeth hard to
avoid yelling out. The doctor's proximity did not help either, and the softness
of his voice, the warm touch of his breath on his ear... Holy fuck. What is
happening to me?
"We don't have much time. There is only one way to survive this, and that's to
get through it, as quickly as possible. Your body will grow stronger as it rids
itself of the invading poison. Your resistance will increase."
"But - expel it you must. Otherwise, you will linger here in a torturous limbo
for hours until either your body or your heart gives in. Even a strong man like
you cannot stand this forever."
Nightwing's eyes were now locked on the doctor's, trying so very hard to process
the information he was receiving, but failing miserably to hide the waves of
pleasure that were sweeping up and down his body, reflecting in the twitches of
his mouth and eyes.
"In time you will learn to control it. Control your body."
The hero's back arched again as another particularly powerful bolt of lust
surged into his throbbing manhood.
"You will learn, and you will control it. Like we are right now."
The hero's eyes shot open, eyebrows raised, attempting to comprehend. All of
them? Even now? The doctor stared back at him, silent. Then Nightwing
overcame his shame and embarrassment and dared to glance at Batman in front of
him, and he could no longer deny recognition of the massive bulge in his former
mentor's groin.