Dr. Graves had added a little sedative to the lemonade in the refrigerator. When he returned both boys were asleep and the pitcher of lemonade was half empty.
He proceeded silently to his son's room with the syringes at the ready. The door was locked. He fished out a key, and opened the door. He was appalled to see that Evan and his son had not only passed out in the same bed, but there was no denying that Evan's cock was buried in his boy's ass. They snored. He quickly injected each naked boy in the thigh. Then he hefted Evan who was still leaking cum off his son and on to the other bed.
"I'll never have to worry about that again," he said with relief and exited the room.
Dr. Graves was so excited to have found his test subjects, he needed to tell someone about it. Surely, his grad-student assistant Dick Grayson would be up still. It really doesn't matter if he is or not, as he's only an assistant.
Dick rubs the sand from his eyes, and agrees to come over immediately. He leaves a note for his guardian Bruce Wayne, and heads over to the Graves home. He's anxious to see how effective the chemical will be. He has personal reasons for wanting to know. He shakes off his fantasy of Bruce and he doing it, and gets changed.
Loud moans can be heard coming from the boys' room. Dr. Graves looks concerned. "They shouldn't be doing that, should they?"
"Well, doctor, we never tried it out before. So I don't know. We could go in and check on them?"
"Yes."
Turning on the light, both men gasp. They were expecting to see two teenage boys. The smell hits them next. It's like a locker room or sauna. Dick can't help drooling as he eyes the two naked super muscular bodies laying prone and moaning.
"Uh, maybe we should take their temperatures, doc," Dick says reaching in his coat for the rectal thermometer.
The doctor licks his lips and agrees. Oh, the thoughts! He shakes them from his head.
"I'll take Evan, you check out my son, Dick," Graves said.
Grayson positioned the boy's legs over his shoulder, and lined up the thermometer. "Oops," Dick blushed as his hand disappeared up to his wrist, "I pushed it into far, I'm sure it's here." His forearm worked its way deeper. Obviously, young Graves was no virgin. Dick's face was inches from the source of the pungent masculine odor. He moved irristably toward the half hard cock. The rock hard abs.
Dick Grayson gasped in sudden realization, "Holy Pheromones, Doc, you turned them into Man Magnets!"