Sometimes a criminal is simply seeking a small payback. A briefly pithy story of revenge.
A fan of long-standing requested another “suit themed erotic story.” I hope this suffices.
“Are you sure this suit will live up to your promises?” A tall stately figure asked a gnome-like man who was sitting quietly sewing at next to a table.
The diminutive figure looked up, pausing his activity. “I am totally confident in my creation.” He gazed at the material in his hands. Its black hue seemed to slightly glow. “My people have been weavers of magical cloth for over a millennium. It will do as expected.” He gazed over at the figure standing in front of him. “Each stitch carries a spell that only requires activation to fully function.”
“And how do we do it?” The other man asked
The small man smiled. He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a little packet of powder. “Just place this in his drink.”
“It’s not deadly, is it?” the other man insisted. “That’s not my goal. I do not need his mentor to seek me out for revenge.”
“Relax,” the tailor said. “It’s just an aphrodisiac. It will heighten the sensitivity of his erogenous zones and heighten his sexual arousals. It will also fully activate the materials so, they will perform at maximum efficiency. Now I need to finish this suit in time for the event.”
“I have to say this tuxedo really looks good on me,” Dick said to Alfred as he gazed at his reflection in the mirror. He had been surprised when it had arrived earlier today with a message from Bruce that it was a present. “I admit my old has seen better days. This one is really tailored and the material feels amazing.” The material almost had a slight glow about it. He ran his hands along the dark cloth. “Warm to the touch and…” for one brief second, he almost said the word ‘alive.’ Surely that was silly, he thought.
“It truly does compliment your figure Master Bruce,” Alfred replied. “Perhaps a bit to snugly?”
“No, it feels just right,” Dick insisted. As he buttoned up his vest its cloth tightly clung to his upper body showing off his tapered waist and broad chest. Dick thought it accentuated his muscled build in a way that was quite flattering. When he gazed down below his waist, he had to admit that the pants might have been a bit less closely tailored. The material hugged his crotch area, that slightly emphasized his ‘family jewels.’ Turning slightly, he also observed the fit showed off his famous rump in a way that was somewhat provocative. Still, he had to admit that it displayed his well-developed torso in the best possible light. He smiled slightly, gazing at his image.
“Do you think it will do? It does …display certain areas a bit” Alfed hesitantly asked even though he knew Dick response in advance. Ever since his teen years, Dick was quite vain about his appearance. Over the years since, despite his constant protestations to the contrary, young Greyson enjoyed when his body was being appreciated.
“When you got the goods why not show it,” an amused Dick muttered as he doned the jacket which was also perfectly tailored to his upper frame.
“As you say Master Dick. The limo is here to take you to the reception,” Alfred said as he stood in the doorway to Dick’s bedroom.
“The it's off to the reception and dinner,” Dick stated. He was still smiling when the limousine arrived at the reception. Sitting in the limo Dick had to admit that the tuxedo seemed to hug him rather securely. Yet, he found the experience somewhat physically stimulating.
Dick had never been a fan of these types of events. However, with Bruce away, it was critical that he attend it. All of Gotham City was present to celebrate its 150th founding. Knowing that crowd mingling was part of attendance, Dick moved among them, occasionally zipping from the champagne that some waiter had quickly given him. As he nodded and engaged in occasional mindless pleasantries, he soon felt slightly overheated. He quickly downed his champagne and asked the waiter for ice water. Yet, even drinking that did not seem to have any effect on cooling him down. The tightly tailored tuxedo almost seemed as if it was keeping the heat trapped within him. Even more concerning was a sensation, not altogether unpleasant, of the vest, rubbing against his chest. With each movement it felt as if his nipples were being ‘felt up.’ Soon they were tingling with pleasure Worse, the same thing was going on below his waist. Hi tightly fitted pants not only began sensually squeezing his ass, but also to massage his crotch area. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear he was getting the beginnings of a hand job. Hoping that going out to get some air would help him cool off, Dick maneuvered towards the balcony where people were enjoying the night breeze. With every step, his vest and pants continued stimulating him. To his embarrassment, he felt his shaft beginning to stiffen. “Fuck if this keeps up, I’m gonna start leaking,” a panicking Dick mumbled as he tried to focus on anything other than the sensual pleasures the tuxedo’s material was giving to him. It was as if invisible hands were teasing his nipples, obscenely fondling his famed bubble butt or, sensually stroking his cock and balls all at once. He was so distracted by trying to keep from becoming totally erect, he passed by people without even greeting them
As he gingerly moved towards the balcony, every step intensified the sensual rubbing of the cloth on his cock and balls. By now he was feeling the telltale flush he’d always experienced during sexual encounters. What was worse, his erotic arousal was unconsciously causing him to take deeper breaths. The result was to cause his now rising and falling chest area to press even more tightly against the undulating movement of the vest’s material. By the time he managed to get to the balcony, his now overstimulated nipples, were fully erect.
Across the room, a tall figure watched and smiled. Things were going along quite nicely. Slipping the drug into the champagne, with the balance into the icy water that Dick had consumed, seemed to have done the trick. It had been so easy to get the young waiter to do what he wanted. It seems the server’s girlfriend had cheated on him with Greyson. He was only too happy to help with payback. Thanks to the special glasses the tailor had provided, he was able to observe the tuxedo’s subtle glow that indicated the magic in the tux had fully activated. Things were about to get worse for Mr. Greyson., he mused. “You once humiliated me publicly. Tonight it’s my turn,” the man said as he moved towards the balcony to watch his plan unfold. As he did, he signaled a young female in his pay. She smiled and walked towards dick’s retreating figure. “I think it would be delightful if you now took young Grayson onto the dance floor,” the man said to her as she passed him.
Any illusions that cooler night air would help tone down the erotic stimulations his body was experiencing was quickly dispelled. Every physical movement was keeping him in a state of sexual heat. A quick glance below his waist revealed his shaft was semi erect and pressing against pants material. He knew he had to leave this event as discreetly as possible or, he’d embarrassed himself in front of everyone. As he gazed about looking for an easy exit, he was suddenly aware someone behind him. Turning his head while, trying not to face them in his current physical condition, he saw a beautiful young girl.
She smiled when she noticed his pupils had already mildly dilated. As a professional sex worker, she had seen that look many times on her customers. Clearly he was beginning to go into a what she called a “rutting mode.” When the man hired her for this job while explaining his plan, she thought it was nonsense. However, standing here was an attractive and well-built young man clearly in a growing state of arousal. It convinced her that everything her employer had said was true. She was ready to do her part. “Mr. Grayson, you once promised me a dance which, I intend to collect right now,” she said reaching out to grip his hand
Dick, his mind half distracted by plans to escape as well as concealing his swelling bulge from her, went into a panic. “I… I don’t think I can…” he managed to sputter. Ignoring him, she took a firmer grip of his hand and pulled him towards the dance floor. His movements caused material to intensify its sensual stimulations. “Oh fuck,” he groaned as waves of erotic stimulations cascaded throughout his muscled torso. Instantly he sawt her shocked expression “I’m sorry…I mean I didn’t mean to say…” he mumbled as she yanked him onto the dance floor. Before he could protest further, she had locked him into an embrace and soon had them swaying to the music. If anything, heat from her body only contributed to the effects of the snug vest’s massaging actions on his upper body. He sensed his semi stiff shaft pushing into her groin.
“Well, someone seems to like dancing or, is it just holding me that is effecting you,” she teased. She thrust her crotch against his ever-swelling bulge. Her pressure amplified the effect the tuxedo was having on his genitals.
Dick’s brain was beginning to surrender to his growing sexual arousal. His mental resolve to fight began to crack. Her sensual movements and the material's actions was unbearable. His shaft fully flowered into its full thick eleven-inch height.
“If that’s an invitation Mr. Grayson, I’m not adverse to…after we finish our dance,” she purred as she thrust her crotch against the outline of his erection.
“I’m sorry…I don’t know…excuse my…you know…down there, please,” an embarrassed Dick managed to blurt out. As he tried to explain, she continued to pull him closer swaying them towards the center of the room.
From his vantage point, the tall man watched with delight. He given her the necessary instructions. It was only a matter of time before Grayson’s youthful, sexual energy would win out. Thanks to the material and her physical interactions with him, Dick surrender to his sexual urges. She had been directed to dance with him until she detected him about to orgasm and then…
As they’re moved across the dance floor, the young lady continued press her body against him. By now, all this movement had Dick overheated. His gulping in air sent the vest’s tit massaging actions into overdrive. At some point he realized his tight pants were had managed to lodge deep between his butt cheeks. More troubling, the cloth started rubbing an inner area lying deep between those firm cheeks. Immediately, an untapped erogenous zone he never knew he had, lit up. It sent an unexpected bolt of arousing sexual pleasure directly too his nutsack. “Oh fuck,” he groaned as his butthole came alive under its massaging. It all became too much. To his horror, he suddenly sensed a slight wetness developing within his crotch area “I need to get out of here,” he managed to rasp as his shaft began oozing more pre-cum.
“I think not,” she insisted as she increased their movements across the dance floor.
A panicking Dick, tried to convince her that he needed to leave. When he tried to release her, she simply pressed in further. The continued heat from her upper body against his overly stimulated nipples became a sensual agony. The effect of the pants rubbing his butthole, as well as massaging his cock, was driving him crazy. “I need to… I need to go,” he moaned as he sensed his balls were on the verge of blowing.
The young girl smiled. Instead of releasing him, she banged her crotch into his and aggressively rubbed against it.
The effect was electric, Dick’s nuts exploded sending a wave of jism up his shaft. “Oh, God, I can’t stop it,” he grunted as the first squirts of his ejaculation started hitting the material in his pants.
Immediately the young girl let go and him pushed away. “You’re a sexual degenerate,” she loudly yelled drawing everyone’s attention to them.
By now Dick, lost in a sexual frenzy, just stood there ejaculating into his tuxedo pants. A large wet spot grew on his crotch. Telltale whitish, creamy bubbles appeared on the surface of the tuxedo’s dark cloth. He could hear peoples shocked outrage at what he was doing. Yet, thanks to the increasing undulating material, he continued to spunk. He stood before them, unloading jism while people backed away and stared at him. Finally, as his balls emptied their final load, his mind cleared. To his shame, he saw everyone looking at him and the milky mess he’d made in his pants. Totally humiliated, he managed to quickly exit. His face flushed, not with sexual arousal, but complete embarrassment. As he fled, he realized he'd never be able to show his face in this city again.
Watching Dick leave, the tall man grinned in satisfaction. Years ago, Dick had arrested him. While taking him away, the arrogant young crime fighter had mocked this criminal failure in front of people. He’d spent years in prison plotting his revenge for that humiliation. “Payback is sweet. He’ll never be able to live this down,” he muttered as he approached the young girl. “I feel like dancing,” he gleefully said to her. She laughed and they began to waltz while an equally grinning young waiter made the rounds with drinks.
The End
Postscript: the real reason why Dick Grayson left Gotham for another city.