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Flash Tormented	By : Cornacopia Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 6195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(Sorry for the short chapter!!)
Chapter 8
            An hour after Sinestro left, Tala reentered Flash’s room and used a spell to cleanse him, the floor, and his bed thoroughly until they almost sparkled. She slipped a pair of boxers onto the still unconscious man. Then, she hooked him to an I.V with fluids and painkillers. She snapped a picture of him as Luthor had instructed her and gave him an almost pitying look before turning and heading to the door. She paused on her way out and conjured a blanket to cover his beaten body before she left the room.
            Between the pain, humiliation, and painkillers Flash remained unconscious for his 6th day with the Legion. When he awoke, it was evening. Luthor was back, alone, and with food. He sat on the edge of the bed and reveled in the satisfaction he felt as the hero struggled to shrink back as far as he could from his captor. The young man was black, blue, and bloodied all over.
            “Come now, Wally.” He said grabbing a fistful of red hair and dragging the youth into his lap. “We’ve become so close, there’s no reason to be like that, especially now that you’re being so compliant”
            “Please, stop.” Wally said groggily, through the painkillers, for what felt like the thousandth time since his capture.
            Luthor ignored him, unhooking the I.V and administering another dose of the blue serum. He had added an extra bit of aphrodisiac to see what it did. He was still testing its effects, after all. Flash barely reacted, going limp in Luthor’s hold. Luthor held the food in front of Wally. “Eat.” He ordered. “You are useless to me if you are dead.”
            “I’d rather be dead.” Was the murmured reply.
            Luthor sighed and pried Wally’s mouth open with one hand, other fist still in red locks. “Eat, or I will find another use for that mouth of yours.”
            The fight left him immediately, too weak and exhausted to argue, Wally complied. He felt like an obedient child sitting in Luthor’s lap, doing as he was told. Hate filled him. Luthor touched him as he ate, hands trailing where they pleased. Wally could feel the drug starting to kick in, his limbs started to feel like Jell-O, and his skin became increasingly sensitive. He felt as week as a newborn kitten, and probably was, he realized. His body reacted to Luthor’s touch against his will, his cock twitching to life, and his heart beating faster. Once he’d finished his food Luthor crooned at him.
            “Good boy. You’ll need your strength back to help me with my little project. But,” one hand pulled Wally’s chin up to look him in the eyes as the other slid down beneath the waist line of the cotton boxers to coax Wally’s cock to full mast. Wally’s deep green eyes met Luthor’s cold black ones briefly before Luthor leaned toward the younger man. “I expect,” he said softly, breath wiping pleasantly past Wally’s sensitive neck, “the you will do not only what I tell you to, but what you know I want from you.” He held his face close to Wally’s for another moment, watching the conflicted expression on the speedsters face before he leaned down to touch his lips to Wally’s.
            Wally felt his body react to the contact of their lips. His skin tingled. He almost pulled away, but held still. He didn’t move into the kiss, neither did Luthor force it. The tingling seemed to intensify as the moment lingered. Wally weakly weighed his options and what Luthor had said before meagerly leaning in slightly. He felt Luthor’s smile through the kiss as he moved his lips against Wally’s. He whimpered involuntarily at the heat building in his body.
            They broke apart, and Lex smiled wider, “you have a few days before you can help me, and in the meantime,” he pushed lightly on Wally’s chest and he fell back weakly against the bed, “Since you’ve been so well behaved, I’ll give you a treat.” Luthor pulled out another container of the balm he’d used on Flash’s wounds earlier and began reapplying it. As he did this he leaned over Wally and licked and nipped a trail down from the redhead’s ear down his neck and across his chest. His hands moved skillfully over his wounds, easing the pain he felt in his body. It was a gentle, but also professional touch, and gave the younger man a tingly feeling from being treated so gently. Wally let out little breathy gasps of pleasure as Luthor did this, allowing the man, once he was finished with his front, to flip him onto his stomach so that he could rub the balm into the injuries there. There were many more cuts and burns on Flash’s back than there were on his front. The balm applied, Luthor set the container down and began to massage the slim toned back of the hero.
            “This should feel pretty good under the influence of that drug.” Luthor remarked, noticing an increase in the number of breathy gasps coming from the speedster. Wally didn’t respond and there was silence for a while, as Luthor focused on rubbing out several large knots in the abused muscles.
            “Nnn” To Luthor it sounded as though the hero was having a hard time not purring at his touch. The older man smiled. He was quite good with his hands when he wanted to be. And want it or not, the drug was definitely directing sensations in Flash’s body.
            “Good, right?” Luthor asked, not really expecting an answer.
            “Mmm”
            Luthor raised his eyebrows at this response. “You like that?”
            “Nm”
            “Say it.” Silence followed. Ah, too early then for that, Luthor mused. But not too far off now. He rolled off of Flash and leaned against the wall on the bed next to the unmoving speedster. He must be exhausted after all this, but Luthor wasn’t going to give him the chance to recollect his thoughts. “Wally.” He said firmly, expectantly. “Roll over and come here.”
            There was a small, reluctant silence before the order was obliged. Exhausted dark green looked up at him, the redhead on his hands and knees on the bed before him. Luthor leaned down until their lips were almost touching.
            “You know what I want you to do.” Luthor said calmly. He could feel the speedster trembling. He could also feel the waves of heating rolling off the other’s body. Cheeks splashed with freckles burned with a feverish pink tinge of need. Wally took a deep breath and closed the small gap between his lips and Luthor’s. ‘
            Pleased, Luthor caressed the younger’s body, gently, careful of the wounds. He smirked into the kiss as the broken hero responded. Doubtless he wouldn’t be acting so wanton without the effects of the drugs, but if he was careful now, rewarded obedience with tenderness and pleasure, it would help ensure control over the speedster once the drug had worn off. It would be necessary for the young man to use his abilities to power the machine.
            “Mmmnnnn” Wally arched against Luthor as he brushed his nipples. Weakly, he pressed his hands against Luthor’s shirt and grasped the fabric. Luthor broke the kiss to attend to Wally’s neck. The speedster shuddered and gasped, managing to look desperate and humiliated at the same time.
            Swiftly, Luthor pulled out the thin metal collar from his pocket and snapped it around the hero’s exposed throat. Then he pulled away and got off the bed. Wally’s eyes widened as he touched the cold metal around his throat. It had welded together, leaving no way to get it off. Interestingly enough, Luthor noticed the younger’s cock twitch as he touched the metal. Perhaps he had given the redhead an overdose of the aphrodisiac, he appeared to be too concerned with his sexual needs to be worried about the collar. He was rock hard under the boxers and the look on his face as Luthor moved away was priceless.
            “You won’t get anything until you learn to ask.” Luthor smirked, stepping away from the bed and making to turn for the door.
            “Wait!” Wally cried weakly. Luthor turned to peer at him, eyebrows raised. Immediately, Wally looked confused and frustrated. Luthor was finding it incredibly arousing.
            “Hm?” Luthor rumbled, voice coming out huskier than he had intended. He moved back to the bed. “Did you want something?”
            “P-please,” tears of humiliation shone bright under the deep green. “I-I-I…” he breathed heavily and grasped Luthor’s shirt once more. Luthor frowned. He had definitely used too much of the drug. He doubted Wally could think clearly enough to form sentences. He smirked.
            “Do you want this?” he touched Wally lightly through the fabric of his boxes and was immediately met with a satisfying moan. “Pleasure me, then.” Luthor ordered, voice full of authority. Wally still hesitated, but he eventually moved to obey, reaching his hands to undo Luthor’s pants and pull out his heavy manhood. Luthor had expected Wally to use his hand, and was surprised when the red head took him into his mouth. His hands leapt into the fiery hair and pulled loosely. He hissed in pleasure and in a moment pulled Wally’s mouth off of his cock. There wasn’t much point in waiting. “Turn around” he ordered.
            This time Wally began to tremble and didn’t move. Luthor flipped him around bodily, careful not to pull the I.V out of Wally’s arm, and pressed his cock against Wally’s entrance.
            Wally blinked blearily at the wall. Somehow he had been flipped around. He felt dizzy, everything was hazy. His body ached with need, his cock actually hurt. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he felt Luthor press his cock against his entrance and he shuddered. His body hurt.
            “I’ll die.” He whispered more to himself than to the older man. He felt Luthor give pause and then felt his body being flipped around again so that now he lay on his back, with his head on a pillow. Luthor looked down at him, an odd expression on his face.
            “You aren’t going to die, red. This is the pleasure part I promised you in the beginning. You’re reward for compliance,” He reached down absently to touch Wally’s face and Wally realized that it was wet. He was crying, he realized, as well as trembling.
            “I’m s-supposed to be strong.” His back arched as Luthor’s fingers trailed down his chest and he moaned. “I can’t… be this…” he sucked in a breath as Luthor grasped his cock and began pumping. He was breathing heavily and it didn’t take long before he came. He came hard and threw his head back on the pillow, moaning loudly. A moment later, Luthor’s cum covered hand was brought to his mouth.
            “You belong to me now.” Luthor said, and there was such confidence in his tone that Wally didn’t doubt his words. He took each finger into his mouth, cleaning his own essence of his enemy’s fingers. The tasty was salty sweet, and he made a face at it. He looked blearily at Luthor through a groggy haze as he licked. He belonged to Luthor… His heart sank, but he couldn’t work out quite what he was feeling as his eyes met those cold ones. He was lost in sensation and desperate need.
            Luthor pulled Wally’s legs up and positioned himself once more at the young man’s entrance. Facing him this time.
            “Please—“
            “Relax and I won’t hurt you,” Luthor murmured, his own need taking over his thoughts as he pressed gently into Wally’s body
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