Bernard Dowd stumbles upon his boyfriend

Bernard Dowd was pretty new to the dating Tim Drake thing. The guy defied understanding as his cute adorkable dork in a gymnast's body. Ever since they met in high school, Tim has been a chest full of secrets, almost like he had a second life Bernard didn't know about. But he knew Tim Drtake was a workaholic who would probably forget his own birthday if not reminded of it. So he took advantage of the open invitation to visit Tim's place to sneak into the adoptive Wayne's bachelor pad on a ship in Gotham Harbor.

While he did not know Tim to be a particularly organized guy, the putrid stench that greeted him as he came in bringing breakfast took Bernard aback. This was real breakfast, not the coffee and instant ramen the workaholic Tim Drake tended to go for.For the adoptive son of a biillionaire, Bernard's boyfriend seemed worked too haard all the time, and lived in pretty spartan conditions. He ignored the stench for now as he tidied up Tim's kitchen and cleaned up the living and dining rooms. Tim was a genius, but not well-organized. As he got to mopping the floor, he couldn't help but notice the dried trail of some translucent liquid dsmearing the floor. Bernard's face scrunched up from speculating on what thaty trail was.

It horrified him even more that the trail led down the hallway leading to Tim's room.Between the smell and the liquid trails, Bernard was beginning to imagine some rather disturboing scenes. And those thoughts were becomming more intrusive. He put on some gloves, and a face mask as he started scrubbing and mopping. Doing Tim's chores at least helped Bernard deal with the inexplicable arousal he was getting from his intrusive thoughts.

The hydrochloric acid barely made a budge in getting rid oof the overpowering musky smell wafting arounf him. The longer Bernard worked at it, the more unavoidable the conclusions his imagination was leading him to became. The hallway outside Tim's room was the farthest he had ever gotten whenever he visited Tim. As he got closer and closer to that door, the blond boy felt a thrill of excitement at finally seeing his boyfriend's most private space. His cock stirred at the idea of finding out about whether he was correct about his theories concerning the source of this mysterious smell, and whether that source also explained this mysterious trail on the floor.

That thrill was telling him to set his task aside. An inexplicabnble haze of horny thoughts was side-lining his rational thoughts. He looked around and laid eyes on the bathroom at one side of the hallway. He had to shake his head to be rid of the idea of even considering jererking off in his boyfriend's bathroom. So he muddled along a little more. He cleaned the whole hallway then came the moment of truth.

He hesitated a few times as he touched the knob to Tim's door. Tim had always stopped him before he could even look inside. The idea of knowing about his boyfriend's private space as Tim's snoring ran behind the door as well kind of escited Bernard. Finally, Bernard Dowd mustered the courage to turn the knob and open the door. Just like that, an even stronger odor of musk wafted out at him. His theory was proven correct and he discovered the first of his boyfriend's secrets: Tim Drake was blessed as fuck... to fuck. In his wildest fantasies about Timothy Jackson Drake, Bernard never even thought of a horse-cock jutting out between two thin but muscular legs as an entry on his bingo card.

The amount of semen littering Tim's room alarmed Bernard. It sure looked like Tim made a mess jerking off then passed out mid-wank. He ignored his boyfriend's sleeping form as he got to work on cleaning the semen off of, well, everything. He snapped a picture. Partly for the spank bank, and partly to tease the hell out of his boyfriend later because Tim Drake was not known to be particularly interested in sex.

He started with the floors, then the walls. He made liberal use of air freshener and disinfectant to get rid of the musk, then he took a wet towel, and started wiping down Tim's body. Bernard would be lying if he said the thought of exploring his boyfriend's fit, young body with a damp cloth wasn't exhillirating. That the dork, HIS dork, was like a Greek statue in terms of muscle definition didn't surprise him one bit. He had always thought Tim was a little too buff to be just the nerd he pretended to be.

So he lifted Tim by his shoulders, copping a feel of the sweaty muscles on the guy's arms and chest. Bernard tried his best to respect his boyfriend's body... but he was only your average human man, susceptible to horny thoughts. . He dragged the young muscle twink off the bed, and onto the floor. He looked away to avoid the distraction of an erect foot-long horse-cock swaying in the air and sprinkling stray drops of cum as it moved.

Then he got to work on changing the cum-soaked sheets. As he rolled the sheet onto a sack, it hung heavy with the weight of what was an impressive load. Bernard would need some of that viriility inside him later, but he focused on cleaning up after Tim's mess for now.

After he took care of the sheets, Bernard turned around to focus on Tim, damp cloth in hand. He wiped Tim's face first, clearing the creampie he assumed his boyfriend unloaded on himself. He wiped his cheeks, his lips, his sharp jawline then moved down onto the smooth valleys and peaks of Tim's torso.

He wiped off the deep valley between Tim's pecs first. Then he got started on the peaks and throughs of the first row of his six-pack. He looked away as he moved lower to avoid looking at the massive tool As his gloved hands trudged through a deeper and bigger pool of goop with each val;ley he cleared, thoughts began tempting Bernard to taste his boyfriend's essence. It's not everyday an all-you-can eat buffet of sperm appears in front of you. His finger took a dollop of semen from the valley of Tim's abs. Bernard astared at the dollop for a good while considering the idea. But he shook his head. It would be really inappropriate to eat someone's semen without their consent. As Berenard stared at the cum on his finger, Tim woke up from his slumber.

Tim didn't even get up, he just spoke naked from a supine position in a deep guttural voice. "Go ahead, Bernard. Eat it."

Bernard thought about it. It sounded like consent. He'd been wondering about Tim's cream the whole time so he slowly pulled his finger closer to his mouth as Tim watched.

He used three fingers to scoop up a bigger dollop of the white substance from the valley above the second row of Tim's sixpack. Finally satisfied with the serving, Bernard brought his fingers closer to his mouth.

He could already smell the spunk in his nose as he brought it just mere inches from his lips. He opened his mouth and was ready to shove it all in when Tim started convulsing wildly.

His boyfriend's thrashing about pushed Bernard out of his sexual haze. He forgot about eating the cum and used his hand to steady Tim's body instead. Tim gradually stopped jerking wildly as his convulsions dierd down.

Tim managed a weak statement to his boyfriend. "Bernard, don't eat my cum."

"But you told me to eat your cum." Tim struggled to get himself up, then seagged himself to his drawers to get boxers and a tight pair of sweatpants Even when he's trying to be modest, Tim Drake could be a bit of a slut.

As he stuffed his horse-cock into the underwear, Tim continued talking. "I know. But that wasn't me."

"Wghat do you mean it wasn't you?"

"My cock, it's trying to possess me. I don't know how long I can keep control of my body this time."

Bernard groaned in frustration. "Tim...if this is some kind of kinky foreplay... I swear to God I will cut off your dick."

"No. No. No. I need you to get out and stay away from me for a while. My dick is out of control."

"Why send me away then? Isn't this precisely when you'd need your boyfriend?"

Tim grunted as he **** his crotch into the alreasdy too-tight pair of jeans. "Bernard, please. For my sake, I just want to keep you away from my mind-controlling dick."

"I don't see what's too bad about it. You already put in your mouth by the looks of it.

Tim stasrted rummaging throughpout his room as he put more and more things inside a backpack. "See? It's already messing with your head. I can't let it have both of us."

"Then what about you? If your dick is so dangerous, why should I let it have you?"

"Because it's already too late for me. " Tim closed up the backpack and handed the whole thing to Bernard. "But I need you to take this to Wayne Manor. Look for Bruce. Tell him about the mind-controlling cock and that I need help."

Bernard took the basckpack and started putting it on his back. "You want me to go to a billionaire's house... and ask for help to save you from your "mind-controlling penis?"

"You sound like you don't believe me."

"BECAUSE I DON'T! You can't expect me to believe in mind control! Or a sentient penis."

"Bruce will believe it."

"What makes you so sure?"

"He just will, okay?"

"It's just so insane."

Tim has another set of convulsions. But he stabilizes himself quickly then turns back to Bernard.

"No more argument, just go be on your way. My control over my body is aklready slipping"Tim led Bernard to the door of his room.

Tim opens the door and freezes.

Bernard looks over his boyfriend's shoulder and sees Stephanie Brown, her boyfriend's ex, in some elaborate purple get-up smeared with what looked like cum from her face down to the her crotch.

"Shit!" Tim exclaims

Stephasnie'sd cum-covered face just twioists into a rictus grin. " What's the matter Timmy? In a hurry to go somewhere?"