To the two Davids. Enjoy!
A few readers. who read part four of this saga, have asked what Harry did to Batman. This one lets you know. Below is a section from the preceding chapter four in the tale to give the reader the setup. Part Four was intended to be the triad’s finale. Thanks to Dave, this one is a bonus. Let me know what you think. Comment and rate :-)
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Harry gazed down at the feared crimefighter who, now had literally been rendered helpless by his own sidekick. “I’ve got to think. I’ve gotta think,” he said. He gazed at Robin, who stood there with a goofy grin while stroking his erection. He had been transformed into a total triad jian gou. Suddenly, Harry had an idea. Moving swiftly to where he kept his belongings, he found a vile that he had carried with him back from Taipei. It contained the nano bots. He loaded up a needle then, went over to the prone form of the Caped Crusader. Flipping him onto his stomach, he pushed aside the man’s cape. He injected the bots directly into Batman’s upturned, and rather sexy he thought, rear end. He then quickly went to his remote-control device and recalibrated it to the frequency of the nano bots that were in Batman’s system. Wasting no time, he turned it on to its full power. Within seconds, Batman’s torso squirmed. He began to groan as he came back into consciousness.
“What did you do to me?” Batman gasped as a respectable erection appeared within his briefs
“Something totally unexpected but I think my grandfather will be proud,” A gleeful Harry replied. He watched Batman reaching down to rub his impressive bulge.
“Why am I aroused,” Batman grunted as he focused on massaging his growing bulge.
“Now for the training,” Harry stated. He looked over at Dick. “It helps to have two people with this type of operation. As a reward, you get to help me,” he said to the weaving younger crimefighter.
Together, they quickly stripped Batman, who was too engrossed in playing with his erection, to satiate his growing sexual desires, to offer any resistance.
From Dick Grayson and the Taiwanese Triad: Part Four
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So, here's how it went down with Batman.
Harry gazed at the now naked Cape Crusader. By now, he was losing his struggle to fight off the sexual arousals he was feeling thanks to the bot’s stimulations.
“I’ve got to fight it,” he moaned, even as he continued to massage his erection.
Harry noticed that the Dark Knight’s pupils were rapidly dilating as every erogenous zone within him was brought to life. Harry went over and reached down to cup Batman’s jaw. He lifted his head and stared into the crimefighter’s eyes. “You have spent your entire life suppressing emotions. From what my bitch Grayson tells me, even your sexuality. How amazing that someone like you is still a virgin. We will correct that.”
A wide-eyed Batman gazed him. His handsome face was flushed. He gulped in air as his entire body was sexually on fire. “I…I…I…must fight…this,” he stuttered, even as his hand began touching his erection. All his life he had trained to resist the psychological games of his opponents. He never realized that the one chink in his heroic armor was his own sex drive. Ruthlessly repressed until now, it roared to life taking over parts of his mind, making him incapable of focusing on fighting back. His own denied sexuality became Harry’s greatest weapon.
“Shh,” Harry gently said. “You know it’s okay… don’t fight it… give in… you know you want to.” He let go of Batman ‘s jaw. He smiled when, instantly, the Cape Crusader’s eyes look down at his shaft.
Like a child who just received his first toy, Batman’s hand, began to gently trace the veins on his shaft. “I can’t stop,” he whimpered as he vigorously started moving his fingers up and down its length. For the first time in his life, he was helpless to control himself. He took a firmer grip and began to masturbate. His erection began leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. The slickness it to his shaft made jerking off, even easier. With his other free hand, he reached down to fondle his nut sack. For years, his subconscious had fantasized about sexual acts that only received expression via Bruce’s wet dreams. Now, with the bot's stimulations, they were free to act upon them while he was awake. The devices that were connected to his ball sack instantly began to stimulate that area. “Oh yes,” Batman grunted. He closed his eyes and began to roll those two hefty globes between his fingers.
Harry could barely contain his excitement. He glanced over at Robin, who was watching while busily jerking off. Harry directed his gaze back at Batman. This was truly a prize, he thought. Greyson’s body had the leanly hard muscularity of youth, but Batman torso was that of a mature man in his late 30s or early 40s. His torso had that beefy muscularity with not an ounce of fat. It was powerful in way that reflected the maturity of the man. His chest was full and round with a deep valley between its two mounds that were topped by quarter size brown nipples. His biceps bulged leading downward to his impressive forearms. Harry couldn’t help it be aroused by the sight of how his wide upper body flared downward into a narrow waist. Batman, or rather Bruce, had a respectable thatch of chest hair along with a thin dark-haired honey trail that led down to an impressive set of cock and balls. His “family jewels” were nicely set between two powerfully muscled thighs and calves. This was prime meat by anyone standards. Harry had already seen Bruce’s sexy, fully packed butt when his costume was taken away from him. Harry was looking forward to exploring it. Strikingly handsome, Bruce now had that slack-jawed expression of someone in the throes of discovering what it was like to be in a state of complete horniness.
A delighted Harry watched the dynamic duo, once feared crime fighters, now naked in front of him and jerking off. His mind contemplated the possibilities before him. He was confident that his control over Greyson was absolute. Though he enjoyed fucking with and fucking this young stallion, he looked forward to the thrill of breaking Batman. He received a psychological profile of the Cape Crusader when he was working on his plans too pussy his sidekick. According to the reports he received, the experts, agreed that Batman was a repressed personality.
Harry had concluded that Batman’s emotional aloofness and hyper masculinity was really his way of repressing his sense of helplessness he felt when his parents were killed in front of him. Creating situations where he once again felt helpless were the key to fucking him up. Harry intended to find it and make the mighty fearsome crime fighter his bitch. Harry’s musings were interrupted by the sound of Batman’s loud shout.
” Fuck, I’m going to come,” Batman’s yelped as he quickened his masturbation.
“Not until I tell you too,” Harry sharply said. He moved quickly to slap Batman’s hand away from his shaft at the very moment when a few more strokes would have brought the Cape Crusader relief.
Batman, looking wild eyed, stared up at Harry “I need to so bad,” he whimpered in a pathetic tone of voice that was a far cry from his usually in-control, hyper-masculine tone everyone was used to hearing.
“I said no,” Harry sharply replied. He took note of the fact that Batman, who could’ve easily continued to masturbate, stopped. From the confused, intimidated way he looked at Harry, it was obvious this display of domination had cowed the fearsome fighter. Harry signaled to Greyson. “Get your hands off your fucking dick and get some rope to tie him up or I won’t let you get off in the future. “
Dick moved swiftly to comply.
Batman could easily have overpowered both of them, but he was still lost in the throes of sexual heat while trying to process everything that was going on within his body and his brain. He sat there on the floor as Robin grabbed his powerfully muscled arms and secured them behind his back. He glanced down at his erection, which was waving about in front of him and still leaking pre-cum. He gazed up at Harry. “Please let me ejaculate,” he pathetically begged for the first time in his life. His mind was totally in a state of confusion unable to process or cope with a sexual drive that was now in complete control of him. On some level, he realized, for the first time in his career, he had been defeated by an opponent. He took in the sight of Harry. Small and lean, Harry was someone who in the past he would’ve barely be worried about defeating. Yet, this slightly built Asian youth had somehow kicked his ass. Even more shocking was the fact that Harry had apparently not only kicked his ward’s butt but turned him into his sex slave. Worse, he was incomplete sexual heat. His cock lurched, causing his brain to process that sexual pleasure could be derived from submission.
Harry saw how, even as he begged for release, Batman’s cock was losing more and more pre-cum. He realized that a lifetime of control that Batman had instilled in himself, was still a powerful part of his mentality. True, right now Bruce’s need to get off, gave him the whip hand, but at any moment, things could change. If there was a war going on in the Cape Crusader’s mind, Harry was prepared to give his side support. Without wasting any time, he pulled out a bottle of poppers and shoved it under Batman’s nose.
Without realizing what he was doing, Batman breathed the fumes. His eyes grew wide, and his pupils rolled upward. “Wwwhhhaaatt,” he groaned as the effects of the poppers hit him. “Fuck, what are you doing to me,” he suddenly sighed seconds before it’s influence took a hold of him. As it did, a goofy grin came over him.
“Not in control anymore. Are you. How does it feel to get your ass kicked Bruce?” Dick giggled.
“Ass kicked,” the drugged-up out-of-it grinning Cape Crusader wheezed.
Greyson’s glee at seeing Bruce tied up, drugged up, and totally succumbing to his sexual cravings revealed that, on some level, he had always resented Bruce Wayne’s attitude over him. He gazed over at Harry with adoring eyes. “Can we fuck him?” He suddenly asked. “I think it would be so hot to fuck him like he was a bitch…always acting so smug and superior.” He brought his face close up to Bruce and stared at him then fed him more of the poppers after taking a good sniff too.
Bruce, now completely fucked-up and in a total state of sexual arousal, gazed back at him in a way that showed he was barely able to focus on who he was seeing. He suddenly smiled at his young ward. “Dick. So handsome,” he softly said. “Not right…feel this way.” He turned his head away from Dick.
“Yeah, I thought you might have a thing for your ward,” Harry mused. He could tell that these two unconsciously wanted to fuck each other. “So, another thing you’ve been repressing. You’re attracted to your ward,” Harry muttered as he gazed at the two of them. Breaking that taboo open would be another key that he would use to defeat the Dark Knight.
“Always keeping me on a short leash. Always telling me what I do wrong. He took you down and look at you now.” Dick turned to look back up at Harry with adoring eyes. “Please can we fuck him?”
Harry smiled and gently reached out to caress Dick’s cheek, causing the Boy Wonder to purr with contentment. “Not yet. Not yet, but soon.” he gazed over at the hunky bound up Batman. Time to bring out your inner bitch he said. Maybe a little extra powder, to go along with the poppers, will be just the trick. He reached him into his pocket and pulled out a powder that the triad had developed. Once applied, it mildly distorted the person’s mind so that their perception of reality was impaired. Signaling Robin to move away. Harry walked up to Bruce. He poured some of the powder in his hand, then raised it and blew it directly into the Cape Crusader’s face.
(Choking sound) “What was…that,” Bruce asked still reeling from the effects of the poppers.
“Just a little something to enjoy,” Harry told him. He reached out and lifted Bruce’s chin up. “First, nap time. Say good night, Batman.”
“Say good night, Batman,” a confused and drugged up Bruce muttered.
“KAPOW,” Harry laughed as he delivered a strong upper cut to Bruce’s chin that sent the Cape Crusader falling backward into unconsciousness. Harry stood over the knocked-out crime fighter and raised his arms and triumph. “I just cold-conked the fucking Dark Knight,” he hooted with derision. He placed a foot on the sprawled-out Batman’s chest and posed victorious as Dick stared at him with a silly smile on his face while still jerking off. Harry glanced down that Bruce. “You know you've always been so successful against your arch-foes. I bet defeating them kept your inner fear of helplessness at bay. Let’s flip the script.”
Of Two Minds:
A woozy Batman came too lying on a cold floor. He couldn’t seem to focus, and his brain was fuzzy. Somehow, he remembered he had been somewhere and with someone, but it was all unclear. He staggered to his feet.
“Well, it took you long enough,” a voice said from behind him.
He turned to see Two-Face standing there, laughing at him. Something in his brain told me this wasn’t right. Part of his mind knew he had put Two-Face away in jail. Flickers of memories came and went inside his brain. There as something about Robin and some Asian youth but nothing was coming into focus.
“Looks like someone is happy to see me,” Two-Face replied. He pointed at the area below Batman’s waist. “That's an impressive weapon of ass destruction,” he paused as his smile grew wider, “I bet you secretly prefer to play receiver?”
Bruce glanced down. Although he was wearing the upper part of his uniform, complete with his cape and cowl, below his waist he was stark naked. Even more unnerving was the fact that he was clearly in a semi state of sexual arousal. He was so focused on his half-erection, that, when he finally looked up, the criminal mastermind was now within inches of him.
“I always suspected you had had a thing for me when I was just plain Harvey Dent,” he sneeringly, said as he reached out and took a hold of Bruce’s rod. Without even asking, he slowly began to stroke until Batman’s shaft became fully rigid.
“No… I…” a shocked, squirming Batman protested. His mind was reeling as it tried to take shattered memories and fit them together. He glanced at Harvey and was about to push him away when any further objections were cut off by a wave of pleasure that hit him like a punch to the gut. He let out a low moan that both shocked and embarrassed him.
“Yeah, it does feel good Bat boy,” Harvey sneeringly told him.
Batman gazed at him then at the criminal's hand gently rubbing on his growing shaft. He could feel his cock come alive in criminal’s tight grip. “Fuck, your hand on my cock. Feels so good,” he muttered without fully realizing what he was saying. His mind surrendered once more to his now controlling sex drive as Two-Face’s fingers sensually traced along the veins in his cock.
“Yeah, I thought you’ve wanted it for a long time,” the criminal laughingly replied. He reached into his pocket and took out a bottle of poppers. Before Batman could even react, he shoved it under the Caper crusader’s nose “Go on…inhale Bat slut,” he sharply instructed.
Without even realizing what he was doing in his fogged brain, Bruce took two giant sniffs of the poppers. Suddenly, a wave of simulations, rising from inside his nutsack, hit the base of his shaft. “This is…not…right…I can’t…with…you,” he whined as a blaze of sexual heat warmed him. Every nerve in his powerful torso lit up with sensations and stimulations that he had strictly denied himself throughout most of his life. Parts of his brain were screaming that this shouldn’t be happening. That it was his responsibility to take down this criminal and return him to jail. Yet, another part of his brain was surrendering to the expert manipulations the criminal was performing on his erection. He gazed at the smiling face in front of him and then down at his dick, which was rock hard and oozing from its cockhead. His mind was in total disarray. A brain which had once operated like an emotionless computer was now lost erotic sensuality rather than trying to comprehend the situation and figure out a fight plan.
“Relax,” Two-Face whispered. “You need this so bad. It's okay to want it, Bruce. All that posing. When all you wanted was someone to take you firmly in hand and give you the pleasure that you've denied yourself for so long.”
Bruce felt flushed. As he stood there getting masturbated various thoughts flew around inside his mind. How could he be erect in front of this criminal? Why was he naked from the waist down? Even more head fucking for him was how much he was aroused being exploited by this man? Could Two-Face be right? Had he always wanted this to be sexually dominated?”
“Tell me you love it,” the criminal softly hissed to him as he changed his grip to expertly pump Bruce’s cock. Using pressure point at various times, he was able to keep Bruce in heat without achieving an orgasm.
“No, I don’t,” Bruce weekly, replied. Yet, hearing by the very tone in his voice, he was enjoying getting masturbated by his foe. He glanced up at the smiling face in front of him.” Please…please we have to stop,” he pleaded. He hated begging in front of this man who had taken down so many times and was now controlling him with his dick. He knew he should be fighting back. He only had to lift his arms to push the man away. Instead, he was standing here, letting his criminal foe masturbate him. He kept telling himself that he was the feared Dark Knight. No criminal had ever made him beg let alone controlled him. However, he was feeling the man’s control take hold and, even more unsettling, he was turned on by it.
“I can stop if you want me to let go,” Two-Face asked. “I think you’ll enjoy it much more if you ask me to get you off. Tell me, do you do want me to get you off?” He paused his fondling, waited, and looked at Batman.
A war rage inside the Caped Crusader’s head. He couldn’t want it. He shouldn’t want it. The rigid code he had lived by began to crack. Suddenly, the criminal reached down and began to fondle Bruce’s low hanging balls. The bots in that area went into overdrive.
“So full. I can feel your balls swimming in an ocean of cum. Shouldn’t we drain this sack?” Two-Face teased as he palmed the bulging pouch and skillfully rolled Batman’s nuts in the palm of his hand.
The pleasurable effect of this ball-play was immediate. “Fuck,” Bruce groaned as another previously untapped erogenous zone it up. Unconsciously he moved his legs farther apart to give the criminal’s hand better access to his nuts.
“Good Bat,’ Harvey lightly told him as his hands worked on Batman’s family jewels. “Tell me you want me to jerk you off. No one would know.”
Bruce, his eyes barely focused and drifting on waves of sensual bliss he’d long suppressed, wanted to say reject it. Push Two-Face away. Be THE BATMAN again. Yet, these sensations were intoxicating, dizzying him. He gulped in air to steady himself, but his increased oxygen intake only fuzzed his brain even more. Sweating under his costume, he gazed at Two-Face. What would it hurt to be jerked off just this once he thought. Harvey was right, no one would know. It was then he took the first steps into his bitching. “I…I… yes… I do want to get off so badly,” Bruce finally conceded Letting the organ between his thighs make the decisions he had previously given only to the one that was between his ears. “Please masturbate me into an ejaculation.” He gave up the fight and let his body fully yield to its sexual craving. As he spoke those words, he could sense his nuts getting ready to fire their load into his shaft. “Yes,” he whimpered. “I need to pop.” He unconsciously began to thrust his hips slightly backward and forward into Two-Face’s grip.
Harry, who was behind the mask, grinned as he watched Batman literally humping his erection inside the palm of his hand. He went in for the kill-shot. “Then tell me that I’ve beaten you. I want to hear you say that Two-Face has kicked your ass. I want you to say it out loud so that we all know that I’ve beaten you and kicked your ass. Say it, or I’ll stop right now. I’ll cut off your orgasm.”
Bruce, now in the uncontrollable throws of an approaching orgasm, and desperate not to have that cut off, nodded. A lifetime of denial dissolved in the heat of the sexual fires that the bots and the poppers were creating within him. Thanks to the powder, his resistance was befuddled. For the first time he tasted defeat, but it came with sexual pleasure. “You beat me Two-Face,” he whispered as he increased his waist thrusts.
“I said, say it out loud,” Harry angrily stated.
“You beat me,” Bruce wailed as he suddenly began to orgasm “You fucking kick my ass. Two-Face, you beat me…you beat me… you beat me… you beat me,” he screamed as he shot and shot and shot until his nuts had nothing left to cream. His last ejaculation were merely bubbles. Exhausted, he stood there, his body shaking, drenched in sweat, wheezing trying to get in air. He looked up in humiliation at a laughing Two-Face. He saw the villain had a glass filled with his cum. Had it always been there to capture his spunk? He vainly tried to make sense of it all, but the only thing that firmly fixed in his mind was how this criminal had taken him on, for the first time taken him down, and he’d shot his load while surrendering.
“You need a drink,” Harvey told him as he raised the glass to Bruce’s lips.
“No,” a shaky Bruce replied. He stared at the glass holding proof he had allowed Harvey to beat him off.
When he hesitated, Harvey’s other hand gave Bruce another hit of the poppers then reached down to let his fingers tease Barman’s rod.
“Aww, fuck,” Bruce grunted as yet another wave of sexual heat hit him. Shaking from its effects Bruce, high and in the throes of a renewed sexual frenzy, slowly parted his lips.
“Protein builds muscles,” Harvey joked as he rested the lid of the glass on Bruce’s lower lip. “Drinky, drinky Bat bitch.”
Eyes filling with tears but too turned onto fight anymore, a humiliated Bruce titled his head, so Harvey was able to pour its contents down his throat. As he gulped the salty liquid, he could hear laughter from the other man. Bruce Wayne, always so smugly arrogant, whether as himself or as Batman, had debased himself and was now slurping up his own jism. Even as he did it, his body burned in erotic heat. He had let himself be sexually used. Yet, he never knew he could feel such a thrill even as he vowed to himself it would never happen again.
“They call me Two-Face, but it appears you’re the one that’s really two-faced. Posing as some righteous crime fighter but secretly craving to have the criminals you beat reach out to beat you off.” Satisfied the contents had been consumed he pulled the glass away.
“I…I…no,” Bruce pathetically replied as he remnants of his spunk dripped from the corners of his mouth. “I…don’t want them…to beat me off….” he answered with less conviction. The first flicker of doubts appeared in his mind as he realized he’d done it and worse, begged for exactly that very thing with Harvey. He felt so helpless and yet along with that sensation was an incredible erotic stimulation.
Two-Face chuckled; put some powder into his hand and blew it into Bruce’s face. “Sniffy time.”
The powder directly hit Bruce's face. As he inhaled it, he began to cough. Within seconds, Bruce's mind began to flicker in and out of focus. “What have you done?” He wheezed as he tried to clear his mind.
“Nity-night, Batman,” Two-Face said as he delivered a hard upper cut to Batman’s jaw that sent him crumbling to the floor into unconsciousness.
A laughing, Harry pulled off the Two-Face mask and gazed down at the unconscious figure on the floor. “I swear this fucking feels great. I've knocked out Batman twice now. I’m the only man who ever punched out his lights…twice too,” he gleefully shouted. He left the room to prepare for Batman's next encounter.
Batman had given up for the first time to a criminal. He had been so sexually aroused that he had pleaded for an arch foe to masturbate him and slurped up his cum too. A part of his self-image of how he saw himself, had just been chipped away. The next part of the process in ‘bitching the Bat ‘would get him to agree to something even more intimate happening with another foe. Harry was in no rush to pussy him. Batman was totally out of commission. Robin was also totally his bitch, doing whatever Harry wanted for the triad’s benefit So, turning out, the Caped Crusader could be done slowly and with the maximum amount of personal enjoyment. Harry looked at Batman's impressively thick, long uncircumcised cock that was framed by a hefty pair of low hangers that even drained, were a tasty sight. “I must say Brucie boy that's an impressive piece of meat and potatoes. You really should have used them on guys or girls. It's too bad. By the time I'm done, you’ll only be able to get it up as a catcher.” He glanced at Dick Greyson who entered from a side door. The always sensual and now constantly aroused Boy Wonder was sniffing poppers with one hand while edging himself with the other. Harry smiled and pointed at his growing hard-on. Instantly Dick came over and knelt before him. Gazing up adoringly at the Asian youth that had pussied him, Robin eagerly leaned his head forward and began to suckle on Harvey's erection. “Yeah, Bruce you really should have plowed Robin’s ass. Now you never will. Onto the next step!”
Riddle Me This:
When Bruce finally came back to consciousness, he found he was strapped down onto a table. This time he was only naked from the waist up and, though his cape was missing, he was still wearing his cowl. By now, nothing made sense to him anymore. His brain was still in shattered pieces. To his horror, the one thing he did remember was his encounter with Two-Face and how he had behaved. “That couldn’t have been real,” he moaned as he struggled in his bindings. “I couldn’t have begged him jerk me off.”
“Oh, but you did,” a voice said from off to the side. “Do you remember the part where you slurped up your own cum?”
Bruce turned his head. To his shock, he saw the Riddler standing there. He couldn’t understand what was going on. He kept telling himself that this was some type of nightmare. Yet, he could feel the cold metal table on his skin and the even chillier air on his body. He had pieces of memory about something involving Robin. However, his clearest memory in his cotton stuff brain was that he had never felt more sexually alive in his entire life than during the last few days. “What do you want you sick…” Bruce angrily said though, in fact, he was angrier with himself, recalling what he had done with the other criminal. It was bad enough having done it, but for the Riddler to know about it too, had him burning with shame. He struggled to break out of his bindings to no effect.
Harry, wearing his Riddler disguise, took in the sight of that strong muscular body writhing about in those bindings and now rendered helpless. He took in every contour of Bruce’s musculature. His powerful biceps and forearms, straining and pulling. How his upper torso twisted, displaying to perfection his impressive chest and hard eight pack under the overhead lights. Even his legs, though hidden under a costume, showed their strength and power. He signaled to Dick, hidden in another room watching it all from a two-way mirror, to activate the bots. Within seconds, he could see its effect upon Bruce.
“Oh fuck,” Bruce yelped as the first waves of sexual arousal flowed throughout his erogenous zones. He frantically began thrashing about his bindings, trying to break free. Soon however, he yielded to his sexual excitement.
Harry watched as the bulge in Batman’s costume crotch began to rise, showing the effects of the stimulations. He moved quickly towards Batman’s side. By now, Bruce was sweating profusely both from his efforts to get free and the cascading waves of stimulations energizing every nerve in his body. “Bat boy, riddle me this,” he teased. “What rises at morning, usually sleeps in the day, and if nicely prompted, rises at night.”
Bruce could barely focus on what was being said to him. He knew he was getting an erection and this time he was determined not to let that happen. He gazed wild eyed at Riddler. “What?” He rasped hoping to deflect his mind from thinking about sex by focusing on their conversation.
“The answer is simple,” Harry joked, as he placed his hand on Bruce’s crotch and let it gently rub and massage the budge’s ever-growing swelling. “The answer is a man’s cock,” he said as his fingers trace the outline of Bruce’s thick rod trapped under his Batman costume. “Like this one.”
“Don’t,” Bruce grunted as he felt the Riddler’s fingers strokes on his shaft. The man’s fingertips felt so good he soon wanted more. Hating himself for what he was going to do, he thrust his hips slightly upward to press his erection into the the fiend’s palm.
“Well, you’re a horny little bitch,” the Riddler laughed as he pushed his palm downward and began to rub it back-and-forth on Batman’s stiffening shaft. Two- Face told me you were into dick.”
“He told you,” A humiliated Bruce whined.
“That you begged him to beat your meat…of course,” He started to laugh then continued. “I wonder if you’ve ever been into the other Dick… your ward,” he teased.
“No… I would never…” Bruce insisted even as he began to hump into the Riddler’s palm. He despised himself for what he was doing, but the gratification it was giving him was too hard to resist. The pleasure centers he had locked away in his brain were free and they craved satisfaction. They were rapidly making up for all those years of suppression by Bruce’s determination to show no emotion.
“Do you like what I’m doing?” the Riddler softly asked while palming Bruce’s junk.
Bruce, his pupils dilated from the effects of his arousal, looked at the Riddler’s smiling face. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this with him. The man was a psychopathic criminal. He shouldn’t be allowing himself to get sexual pleasure with him. He was about to deny it when the Riddler’s hand suddenly began to rub against his rod with more vigor. It was if his moral control cells in his brain suddenly short circuited. “Yes, yes,” he cried. “I need it so bad.” He whimpered totally humiliating himself against someone he had routinely beaten and arrested. He felt like a cheap whore. He was helpless yet, that thought only increased his need to achieve even more sexual pleasure. His trapped erection pressed painfully against the confines of his tight uniform. “I need it,” he moaned, “my cock…set free.”
“Of course,” the Riddler said. He grabbed the waistband of Batman’s costume and quickly pulled it down, letting Bruce’s erection snap up into the air. Wasting little time, the Riddler pulled the rest of the costume down past those strong, powerful thighs, and those bulging calves, to finally strip Bruce of every part of his costume except his mask.
“Thank you,” a relieved, but totally embarrassed. Bruce replied.
“My pleasure, the Riddler told him.” I have an idea,” he said as he moved to stand by Bruce’s side. Taking a bottle of lubricant from his back pocket, he poured it over Bruce’s quivering shaft. “A stroke a day keeps the Batman at bay,” he teased as he reached out and began to slowly edge the once feared Cape Crusader.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Bruce weekly protested while surrendering to the sensuality. He closed his eyes, not even aware when the Riddler put a bottle of poppers under his nose. As the fumes filled his lungs and hit his brain, Bruce’s eyes popped open. He gazed down at his shaft, watching in fascination as the man’s hand pumped and pumped. It was as if his entire cock was just a giant oil well being worked to surrender its contents. Suddenly the Riddler stopped. “No…please… no please don’t stop. I was so close,” Bruce frantically begged.
“Well, there are no freebies in this world,” the Riddler replied as he unzipped the front of his costume to expose his own raging erection. He came up close to Bruce’s head. Taking the Cape Crusader’s hair, he turned Bruce’s face so that it was inches from his erection. “If you suck, I’ll pump.”
“No. I can’t do it,” Bruce insisted even though the raging fire in his balls were screaming to empty. “I am not a cocksucker. I will never suck your cock,” he groaned with the last shred of defiance that was still within him. He was determined to keep his dignity. The thought of sucking off a guy's dick, let alone the Riddler’s, was something he vowed was never going to happen.
‘So, I guess no one gets any relief,” the Riddler stated. He reached over and gave a few last quick strokes on Bruce’s shaft that instantly had the Dark Knight, gasping in pleasure. Then he stopped, enjoying Bruce’s cries of disappointment. He gave a subtle signal to Robin to turn up the bots to full intensity.
Bruce thought his head would explode from the pleasure he was getting. He stared at the Riddler’s cock which, hovered before him. His lungs took in the musky odor emanating from the Riddler’s crotch. To his shock, far from disgusting him, it increased his sexual arousal. His erection was aching for relief. “I can't suck a cock,” he moaned even as parts of his brain we're telling him that he had to do it.
“Go on give into your need. You know, you will eventually,” the Riddler told him as he reached out to tousle Bruce’s wet, dark hair. “It’s not like you haven’t tasted male cum before.”
“No, no, I can’t. I can’t,” Bruce sobbed, even as he unconsciously moved his lips closer. Suddenly, the tip of the Riddler’s cock lightly brushed against his lips leaving it wet with the criminal’s pre-cum. Those salty, but not distasteful, beads slipped from Bruce’s lips into his throat. He was so fixated on what was in front of him that he never noticed the Riddler leaning over to begin to stroke Bruce’s erection. The sensation of pleasure made him gasp. It only took those few seconds for his mouth to open, allowing Harry to slip his cock head past those luscious full lips. He paused and waited, stroking and stroking. Bruce’s body was now quivering lost in a sexual heat that was burning every nerve in his body.
Bruce felt as if he was having an outer body experience. It’s just a cock, he thought thus taking another step into being a bitch. His lips parted farther apart, letting the Riddler erection slip into his throat. Harry had taken care to eat pineapples over the last two days, so his jism had a certain sweetness that both surprised and aroused Bruce.
“That’s right, more sucking, use the tongue, not the teeth”, he quietly instructed Bruce as he masturbated the Dark Knight, keeping him in a state of sexual frenzy that was making him compliant.
Bruce knew he shouldn’t be sucking another man’s cock let alone the Riddler’s. He felt a flush of embarrassment and shame. Yet his sexual desires were building up within him. He suckled and nursed the object in his throat, savoring the sweet slightly salty liquid that dribbled from it. He found himself swallowing the pre-cum, knowing that in servicing this dick, his own cock was getting expertly serviced. His tongue ran across the veins of the tubular object inside his mouth.
“What a good little cocksucker you are,” the Riddler teased as he increased his vigorous masturbating movements on Batman’s shaft. He felt the shaft lurch in his grip signaling Bruce was on the verge of a climax. It triggered his own need to spunk. “Take it,” he yelled as the first squirts of his ejaculation began to flood into Bruce’s throat. “Take it like a good cocksucker. The mighty Batman sucking the Riddler’s cock. Now you’re every criminal’s bitch,” he shrieked. When a panicked Bruce tried to pull off, he used his other freehand to prevent him from pulling his mouth away.
Bruce thought he would drown in the flood of semen that filled his mouth. He choked and gurgled helplessly as his head was firmly fixed upon the Riddler’s erection. To his surprise instead of feeling repulsed, he suddenly felt energized as his own cock let loose another geyser of jism into the air. When at last the Riddler, spent, pulled out, Bruce lay there on the table. Spunk was dripping from his lips and some from his nose. He gazed up at the laughing Riddler, and then down at his own still semi-hard cock. He saw his cum splashed upon his ribbed abdominals and pubic hairs. The glistening beads of white in his dark pubic hair and shining rivers between his muscled eight pack. He gazed back up at the Riddler with a look of shame. “I sucked your dick,” he moaned.
“You’re a natural cocksucker too,” the Riddler mocking told him. He reached for a piece of cloth and wiped away the remnants of his spank from Bruce’s lips and the little bit that it dripped from his nose.
A humiliated Bruce gazed at him. He had nothing to say in his defense. He had sucked the man’s dick Even more mind shattering than that fact, was he had ejaculated while doing it. He recalled how he had slurped on the pre-cum. He could still taste the sweetness of the man’s cream. He felt sick to his stomach about what he’d done yet, he was still tingling with arousal. What he didn’t know was that his ex-ward was keeping him in a state of heat by manipulating the bot’s intensities.
By now, his self-image was barely alive. He offered no resistance when the Riddler fed him poppers, or even when he blew powder into his face. He’d sucked a dick. He’d blown his load while doing it. All he now wanted was that numbing mindlessness that these substances gave to him. His brain was incapable of processing what he’d done and with whom he had done it. He consciously yielded to his body’s constant need for sexual pleasures. To achieve this, he let himself be sexually used and manipulated over the next few hours, barely murmuring any complaint. When Harry presented his cock for another blowjob, he quickly complied. Masturbated to a climax during every blow job, he soon believed, ignorant of the bot’s role, that cock sucking, gave him sexual pleasure.
Harry made sure to masturbate him to an orgasm during every blow job. By the time he was finished with this part of the training, he was satisfied. Bruce slowly learned to suck a cock like he was borne to it. Harry began to think Bruce hadn’t only repressed his emotions but also his true sexuality.
Once he was ready to take the next step, he mixed up a concoction that would put Bruce to sleep. Knocking him out with a punch no longer had any particular satisfaction. As Bruce suckled on his rod, Harry dribbled the mixture onto his shaft. It slipped into Bruce while he lapped upon Harry’s rod. He passed out in a mid-ejaculation.
As Bruce lay on the table softly snoring. Harry gently used a wet towel to wash the sleeping crimefighter’s torso off, taking pleasure in feeling up the once undefeated hero. He played with the Bruce’s large round nipples until they hardened, taking his own sexual thrills from Bruce’s moans of pleasure as his tits were abused. Once finished, Harry, now aroused, straddled Bruce’s chest pushing Batman’s well-developed pecs together to form a deep valley between them.
Slowly he thrust his erect cock into that valley while pressing the twin mounds along the side of his shaft. “Damn that’s hot,” he grunted aa he fucked himself into an impressive orgasm. His load flew out the valley to splatter on Bruce’s chin and lower face. He was about to wipe off his cum mess when the still sleeping hero’s tongue emerged from his lips to lick the spunk that covered them. “Damn, fuck you are natural cocksucker,” Harry chuckled. He scraped up his cum and fed the remnants of his spunk to Bruce. As the once macho fighter sucked Harry’s cum soaked fingers clean, the Asian youth plotted at his next move.
Joker’s Wild
“Do, when do I get to play with him,” Dick Greyson pleaded as he lay in their bed positioned between Harry’s splayed legs while gently kissing Harry’s nuts.
“Soon babe,” Harry assured the young crimefighter. He gazed down at his boy toy. The once so defiant Dick Grayson. strutting stud who was a total babe fucker, proud and sure of his manliness was now his obedient little bitch. A handsome hunk who eagerly serviced him sexually while also pleasuring himself. He had deactivated the bots, but his pleasure zones were still hypersensitive. Young Richard had confessed that, even now while on his rounds, he occasionally had to pop into a dark alley too, as he so crudely put, ‘rub one off.’
Harry had grown quite fond of young Richard Grayson. He gazed at the monitor in their bedroom to watch the sleeping Bruce. “One more villain to go, and then he will be yours to play with,” he explained. “Right now, he’s living with the fact that he’s had sexual pleasure with two criminal masterminds. The Joker will be the final one to break his sense of manliness.”
“You know,” Dick said, taking a break from sexually servicing Harry’s sack, Alfred and I always thought that Bruce had a thing for the Joker. I mean no matter how many crimes or deaths that son-of-a-bitch did, Bruce would never let us take him out.”
“Do you really think so?” An intrigued Harry asked as new idea exploded in his brain. Could Batman and the Joker be like those two characters in that wizard book series he once read.
“He was obsessed with him. I think secretly Bruce always wanted to be free to act out like him. You know,” dick giggled. “One night I heard Bruce moaning. I slipped into his bedroom to be sure he was okay. He was asleep but moaning out the Joker's name and I swear he had a fucking hard-on.”
Harry smiled and reached down and ran his fingers through Dick’s hair. “Brains and beauty,” he teased. “Enough ball licking. That ass of yours needs to be plugged and bred.”
A laughing Dick quickly straddled Harry ‘s waist and lowered his famed rump onto the young Asian criminal’s erection.
As Harry fucked the loudly moaning Boy Wonder, he contemplated how this new information that would direct his next moves.
*********
When Bruce awoke, he was stark naked. His upper torso tied spread eagle on a four-poster bed, but still, for reasons he could figure out, sporting his cowl. Of course, thanks to the bot’s activities, he was also in his now usual state of semi-sexual arousal.
“Well, isn’t this a pretty sight,” he heard someone say. He turned in its direction. To his shock, he saw that one criminal that he had hoped never to see in his current befuddled situation: the Joker!
“I heard you turned into a sex crazy whore. I wouldn’t believe it until I could see it myself,” the Joker teasingly said as he came up to the struggling Bruce. “I wouldn’t waste my time trying to break free. Those bindings are strong.”
“Stay away from me,” Bruce angrily said as he thrashed about hoping that he could indeed loosen the bindings. He didn’t trust anything the Joker said and wasn’t about to simply not try to get free.
“You know Batman, in all the encounters we had, I never realized you’ve a hot little body. Perhaps I should say such a well-muscled one,” the Joker laughingly replied. He stood at the end of the table where Bruce‘s feet were positioned.
Bruce tried to kick at him only to have the Joker grab each of his ankles.
“I must say I never really appreciated your sexy build before. I mean look at you laid out like a slab of prime beef. Must be happy to see me if that erection you’re sporting is any indication.” The Joker tickled one foot.
“Don’t come anywhere near me. Let go of my feet, you sick. Fuck,” Batman laughed even though he wasn’t amused. “HAHAHA. Stop,” he yelped. He continued laughing and protesting while criminal watched his squirming body. “HAHAHA. Please….HAHAHA…oh fuck….HAHAHA…don’t.”
The Joker continued it until Bruce was in actual pain. Yet, throughout it all, his cock was erect. Suddenly he stopped. A teary-eyed Bruce glared at the Joker who began to run his hands along Bruce’s rounded calves, his hands then moving towards his sensitive inner thighs.
“I said, get away from me,” Bruce yelled. The slight quiver in his voice betrayed that he was not finding the experience of getting his legs felt up entirely unpleasant.
“I don’t intend to get away from you. In fact, I intend to do quite a few things but…enough talk,” the Joker hissed.
Ignoring Bruce’s cries of protest the criminal fiend took each of Bruce’s ankles and moved them up and towards Bruce’s upper body until the Cape Crusader’s muscle torso was literally folded in on itself. In this position, his ass was totally exposed at the top while his cock was dangling down literally inches from his mouth.
Bruce continued to squirm, but the end result was that he only succeeded in making his cock slap against his lips. Dribbles of pre-cum from his erection splattered onto his lips. Without even realize what he was doing he unconsciously licked the beads off them.
“So flexible,” the Joker teased. “ I also see you really like the taste of a man’s spunk or is it just yours you like to taste?” He spread Bruce’s muscled thighs apart, revealing his pinkish-hued, puckered anal entryway.
“Let me go,” a wiggling Bruce shouted even though the cool air, that hit his anus, was not entirely unpleasant.
“Oh behave,” the Joker said as he hooked each of Bruce‘s ankles under each of his armpits. His hands now free, he quickly brought down a resounding slap on Batman‘s exposed rear end.
“Ow. What the hell,” Bruce cried out.
“Behave,” the Joker said as he delivered another blow that made Bruce squeal. “How many times did you kick my butt. Only right I get a chance to slap yours,” the Joker replied as he gave another resounding whack to Bruce quivering rear end.
“Fuck that hurts,” Bruce yelped.
Whack
“Stop,” Bruce cried out.
“Who’s in control now Batman” the Joker stated.
Whack
“Fuck my ass hurts,” Bruce whined like child.
“I’ve always wanted to spank this butt of yours,” the Joker, laughingly said while ignoring Bruce’s hollers of protest.
Whack
“I’m Batman…you can’t…{WHACK }shit…mutha fuck,” Bruce bellowed.
“Stop squirming and stay still or, I will continue hitting you,” the Joker told him before following it up by a series of slaps.
Whack, whack, whack, whack.
“No more, no more,” Bruce sobbed as his butt grew flaming red. “I promise I won’t struggle. I promise, please.”
Harry was having fun and decided just a few more would be fine. “Say I’ll be a good boy, Daddy Joker.”
“I can’t say that…its humiliating,” Bruce sobbed.
Whack, whack, whack.
“I swear I’ll behave. I’ll behave,” Bruce shouted.
“Say it,” the Joker insisted.
WHACK
“I’ll be a good boy Daddy Joker,” a tearful Bruce shouted. He never been spanked before in his life. It was not only degrading it hurt like hell too. He never realized how sensitive his ass was until this moment. He had taken numerous blows to his body and was conditioned to ignore the discomfort or pain. However, he had never conditioned his buttocks to endure an old-fashioned spanking. He had cracked. Called his arch enemy ‘daddy’ and himself a ‘boy.’ On some level he felt he had unmanned himself. Yet even as the pain coursed throughout his body, suddenly a warmth rose up from his fiery red cheeks into his nuts, causing them to vibrate in pleasure. His erection began to leak more pre-cum, dripping slowly bead by bead onto his lips.
“Well now that you’ve promised to be a good boy, I’ll bring you a little pleasure,” the Joker told him. He reached over to get a bottle and poured its substance onto Bruce’s asshole. “This will get you nice and loose,” he stated as he let his forefinger tease and swirl around Bruce’s outer anal ring muscles.
To Bruce’s his surprise the sensation was not unpleasant. Though he didn’t want to show it. As Joker’s finger it swirled around the tight ring muscles, Bruce could feel them loosening. He drifted off on the sensation until suddenly, and the Jokers finger slipped through them. In spite of his resolve to remain silent, he let out a shock gasp of pleasure.
“Yes, I thought you’d like it,” the Joker said as he moved his finger in and out that soon had Bruce quite aroused. A second finger quickly followed increasing the bliss.
Bruce hated the fact that he was getting finger fucked by this psychopath. Still, he couldn’t deny the arousing sensations his expert fingering maneuvers were causing within him. He closed his eyes, focusing on trying not to react. Soon he could feel the fingers brushing against something. Whatever it was, they were almost touching it, and it was sending bolts of pleasure throughout his body. Without realizing it, he began to subconsciously gently thrust his butt backwards onto the fingers.
The Joker smiled and continued “I think I found your bitch button,” he said. He observed Batman’s hips moving up and down ever so slightly to match thrust for thrust from his fingers.
“No, I hate it,” Batman said in a shivering voice, which reflected that he was indeed getting into it. Lost in the bliss of getting his first fingering out, he didn’t realize what was going to happen.
Unexpectedly the Joker withdrew his fingers, causing Bruce to moan in disappointment. “Don’t worry, I have something that will be even better,” the Joker said. He moved his position so that he was now between Bruce’s splayed thighs. Oiling his own erection, the Joker eased his way into the quivering hole of the man who had beaten him so many times.
Bruce‘s eyes popped open as he suddenly realized what was happening. “NO DON’T FUCK ME!” He yelled as he began to violently squirm. However, it was too late. Like a fish that had been speared his asshole was already hooked. The only question was how deep the hook would go. “Get it out of me. Get it out of me,” he cried out. He gazed between his legs to see a smiling Joker, fucking him. “Stop.”
“I think not,” the Joker responded. He reached out and grabbed Bruce’s erection and began to masturbate him. Bruce’s entire body came alive. In his mind, he was getting turned on by what was happening to him. In reality, it was simply his ward, knowing when to turn the bots inside his system into a higher degree of activation.
“So tight,” the Joker snarled as he fucked the still protesting Batman.
By now it wasn’t only his ass that was getting totally fucked over, Bruce’s brain was going haywire. The idea that the Joker was actually screwing him crushed his spirit. Worse, his body was experiencing waves of simulations that was playing havoc within him. Suddenly, without warning, the fiend’s cock hit his prostate.
“Oh my God,” Bruce screamed as bolts of arousal from his prostate, punched its way into the very centers of his brain’s pleasure centers.
“Yep that’s your bitch button, Bruce,” the Joker said as he pivoted his cock’s aim to make sure it was constantly ramming on that sensitized organ.
Indescribable pleasures exploded in Bruce‘s body. In spite of everything, it was impossible to resist wanting more of it. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” he huffed while his body, responding to the stimulations, actually began to trust its way backward on Joker’s shaft.
“You want me to keep hitting it, right,” the Joker teased as he blew powder into Bruce’s face quickly followed by shoving poppers under his nose.
Bruce inhaled without thinking. His eyes glazed in lust, staring at his most hated enemy. The man he had fought all his life. Also, a man who is now giving him the most exquisite sensations of pleasure he had ever known before.
“Tell Daddy to fuck your pussy. Admit you have a pussy or, I’ll stop,” the Joker harshly said.
Bruce, high and head fucked, was about to deny that he wanted from Daddy or he had a pussy until right then, the Joker’s cock slammed into his prostate harder than it ever had before. “Oh fuck. Yes. Yes. Daddy fuck my pussy,” Bruce screeched as he began to hump his ass backward to get another punch to that organ.
”So, you admit you have a pussy, and you want daddy to fuck it, right,” the Joker shouted. He wanted Bruce to fully fag himself in a display of feminization.
“Fuck…yes…okay…I have a pussy. I want my Daddy to fuck it,” Bruce hollered. “I have a pussy, Daddy. Just fuck it,” he moaned selling his sense of masculinity simply to get fucked.
Satisfied now that Bruce was a prisoner of his own sexual lust, Harry took a chance and cut Batman man's hands free of its bindings. There was always the possibility that Bruce would push him away, but he doubted it would happen. He needed Bruce's hands free for the most crucial part of this encounter. “Look me fucking Batman,” the Joker chuckled as he slowed his roll inside of Bruce’s now wrecked, once virginal chute. He wanted to keep Bruce balanced on the knife edge for what he had planned next. “Why don’t you take off the mask for me,” he said.
Bruce, experiencing sensations he never knew could be experience from his prostate, looked at the Joker’s hideously smiling face. “No, I can’t reveal secret identity,” he weakly replied.
“I said show me,” the Joker angrily stated as his shaft slowly rubbed Bruce’s prostate driving him into an ecstasy that fried his brain. Harry knew this was a crucial turning point that he had to win. Up until now, he had let Batman keep his mask to concentrate on just breaking through all his repression. Purposely showing his face to the Joker would be the ultimate blow to Bruce’s psyche. True his self-image was already in pieces contemplating how he had been aroused by various criminal foes sexual use of him. However, this one was the real prize in breaking Batman, and he was determined to grab it.
Bruce was so turned on and head fucked. He wasn’t even sure of what was reality and what was pure fantasy. All he knew was that the Joker was dominating him in a way he never thought any man could. Even more mind shattering was, as he gazed into that smiling face, part of him wondered if what the Joker had told him before was true. Was getting fucked by the criminal clown what he wanted all along?
“Come on Bat bitch. Give it up,” the Joker said as he gently thrust his cock into the squirming Batman to let it rub up against Bruce’s prostate.
The once stoic Batman cracked. “Yes. I give…give it up,’ he wailed. Doing what he never thought he would ever do, especially in front of a man like the Joker, Bruce reached up and pulled off his mask, exposing himself. He had been defeated in the most fundal mental way possible. As he unmasked, at his cock lurched and shot out a brief squirt of spunk.
Harry laughed. The once mighty Batman had meekly revealed his identity. For Harry, it couldn’t get any sweeter. He gazed at Bruce who looked at him in a way that showed that he had no fight left in him. However, there was still one thing left to do to make this triumph complete. “Bruce Wayne. I never guessed and look at you willing to do it for me. I think I like you better wearing a mask.” He picked up Batman’s cowl and tossed it aside. “However, I have a better one for you.” He reached over to a side table drawer and pulled out another mask. As he continued his “slow fucking”, he slipped it over a quivering Bruce’s head. “Look in the mirror over there,” the Joker told him.
Bruce now fully bitched by his foe, meekly complied. To his shock, he saw that he was wearing a Joker mask. He looked back up at the smiling criminal. “Fuck,” he gasped as his very identity seemed to be taken from him.
“Oh yes, indeed. Much better,” the Joker laughed. He began to vigorously violate Bruce’s shivering ass. As he did, he signaled to Grayson to turn the bots onto their full intensity. “Admit it bat bitch. You’ve always wanted to be free like me. In fact, I think you’ve always been attracted to me too.”
“No,” Bruce mumbled. “Yet here he was getting but-fucked and he was totally aroused. In his powder confused brain he started to think it might be true.
“Admit it, Bruce you had the hots for me for years. You just never had the guts to say it,” harry pressed.
Bruce poppered to his gills and burning with the bot’s created sexual fires he glanced over at the mirror to watch both of them as the Joker, rutting. Seeing himself in his Joker mask identity made him feel as if he was no longer Batman but the Joker. No boundaries anymore. All he knew right now is that the Joker was fucking him into a state of uncontrollable lust. His addled brain simply accepted what the Joker had told him. Something cracked inside of him. “I guess…yes…yes, I have wanted you to fuck me. I must have always wanted you to fuck me, Daddy” he shouted. As he heard the words he began to climax.
The Joker gave one last loud laugh. “That’s my bitch. Now get bred.”
Bruce felt the incredible wet warmth of the man’s seed flow into him, crashing against his prostate. “Yes. Fuck yes. Bred me Joker!” He yelped. Both had barely finished their orgasms when the Joker, still laughing, gave Bruce a shot of something that sent him off into slumberland.
Throbbing For Robin
Bruce, now dressed in full batman outfit, woke up in the Batcave. With Dick, in his Robin uniform angrily staring down at him. His head and ass hurt, and his brain was still fuzzy. He was also feeling his now standard mild sexual stimulation. Flashes of memory about things that he had done with various criminals floated in his brain. He looked up at his ward, who was still glaring at him.
“How could you” Dick angrily said to him.
“How could I what?” Bruce asked, unsure of how he got back here and whether or not what he had the things he was thinking about, actually occurred.
Dick pointed to the bat-computer’s huge screen. He went over and pressed a button on its panel. Instantly videos showing Bruce’s sexual encounters with various criminals began to play out.
Bruce watched in horror as he begged for a hand job from Two-Face, eagerly slurped on the Riddler’s cock, but worse unmasked to reveal his identity then don a Joker mask to while the fiend was fucking his ass. In every single video, it was clear that Bruce was in a state of heighten sexual arousal where he actually climaxed numerous times with these men.
Feeling a rising panic, he looked at Robin, who continued to stare at him. “I can explain…I...I…it’s…not…what you think…you see…” he stuttered, even though he couldn’t think of anything to justify what he did. He saw Dick glance at his crotch. To his shock he saw he was getting a hard-on.
‘No need to explain. It’s pretty clear,” Dick smirkingly replied. He approached Bruce. “Pretty clear to me. You finally let your true nature show. You’ve secretly desired the very people we were arresting. Okay, that’s fine,” he said he glanced over at a side wall signaling to Harry to turn up the bot’s activities. Instantly he noticed Bruce feeling the effects.
“Fuck,” Bruce groaned as he felt himself getting aroused. He suddenly began to realize how sexy Robin looked in his costume.
“You’re just a sex craze pervert who gets off doing it with psycho-criminals. Tell me Bruce, is it only with criminals who do it for you or…” He slowly got up close to Bruce who by now was feeling uncontrollable waves of sexual arousal.
“I don’t know what you mean,” he said in a voice shaking with sexual desires.
“I mean will any masked guy do?” Dick asked as he got up into his mentor’s personal space. He reached down and grabbed Bruce’s crotch and gently began to massage it.
“No this isn’t right…we shouldn’t,” Bruce moaned. “You’re my ward… you’re a boy.”
“I was a boy. I’m in my early 20s now,” Dick rasped as he leaned to pull Bruce’s face to his and began giving him a passionate kiss. As arranged, this was a signal for Harry to turn the bots on within Bruce onto their full power.
“Fuck,” Bruce croaked as he surrendered to his sexual heat of the kiss and his ward’s skillful manual manipulation of his junk. He gave into the desire that he felt he must’ve always had for the young man. He could feel his erection pressing against Rob’s crotch, which was also sporting impressive hardness.
Suddenly Robin pulled away. “Strip but leave the mask.” He harshly instructed in a tone of voice that indicated that it was not a suggestion, but an order.
Bruce, totally lost in an uncontrollable sexual craving quickly complied. He watched as Robin slowly did a striptease.
Robin or Dick, by now Bruce's mind was awash in arousals and drug induced mental confusions, slowly took off parts of his costume. “Like what you see?” He asked as he took off more and more to reveal his tight muscled torso.
The sight aroused Bruce even more than he thought possible. As he watched, he reached down to stroke himself, his eyes glazed over and lust. “I never knew you were so hung,” he softly said as Robin pulled off his green briefs.
“Not even my best feature…or so I’m told,” Dick lewdly teased as he turned to show off his famed rear-end. He squeezed his muscled, dimpled butt cheeks enjoying Bruce’s strangled cries of hunger.
Bruce couldn't take his eyes off that body in front of him. Unexpectedly Robin went to a side table and grabbed a bottle containing a liquid. Saying nothing, he poured it into his hands and began to rub its contents over his chest area and his hard eight pack abdominals. The oily liquid, combined with the overhead lights in the Bat-cave exquisitely displayed Robin’s muscled form. His fully formed pectoral chest area glistened. Bruce watched as the oil flowed down to his ward’s narrow waist. “Tell me how much you like it Bruce,” Robin asked as he began to pour the oil on his thick cock and begin to stroke it into an erection.
“I do,” Bruce hoarsely replied. It was true, he had never seen such perfection. His ward was in the first flush of his blooming manhood. Knowing he shouldn’t but too turned-on to stop, Bruce found he couldn't take his eyes off Robin's meat. His throat grew dry. He fantasized about what it would be like to have that shaft slipping down his throat. How the youth’s low full nuts would quench his thirst with their cream. He was still lost in those fantasies when Robin turned and poured oil on his famed buttocks. He slowly massaged those famed twin globes. So full, so muscled, their twin dimples seem to wink at him. “They all love my ass. Do you, Bruce?” Robin teased.
Bruce hunger consumed him. “I want it,” he said in a tone of voice that displayed he was also among those that craved a taste.
Dick turned back to him. “Beg to fuck me.”
A wild-eyed Bruce gazed at the glistening torso in front of him and at that legendary rear end. “Please…please let me fuck you,” he moaned.
Robin, his own face flushed with desire for the strong powerful body of the older man, quickly moved close to him. “Do it,” he said as he lay on the floor, grasped his ankles to bring his strong legs upward and then apart. “Lick it first though.”
Like a man lost in a desert and given sight of water, Bruce's body moved swiftly to drink. He knelt between those thighs, leaned his head in the recess between those butt cheeks, and began to lick the moist round hole of his ward. The mewing pleasure coming from the young man only increased his tongue’s activities as Batman ate out his first male ass.
Gradually the tight ring muscles of Robin's anus unfurled. “I'm ready. Screw me, Batman,” he moaned.
Bruce quickly positioned his cock at Robin’s anal entryway and pressed it forward. To his surprise the boy's muscles around the ring easily unwound and let him in. It was like he was fucking something lined in satin. He gazed at the masked young man in front of him. Robin’s oiled upper torso shimmered in the overhead lights. Bruce couldn’t resist reaching out to squeeze those pectorals mound
“Play with my tits,” the Boy Wonder purringly encouraged.
Bruce leaned forward, nipping and licking each of Robins’s nipples until they were hard brown mountains. Robin reached up and squeezed Batman’s tits as well. When he pinched them, it sent shivering painful yet completely arousing heated bolts throughout his body. It was all too much for Bruce who increased his fucking.
“Tell me Bruce. I want to know,” Robin grunted as he reveled in each hard thrust of his former mentor’s shaft. “When did you first want to fuck me. Was when it was nineteen? Perhaps when I turned eighteen or, was I even younger. Did you want to screw my ass when I was just a kid?”
Bruce, in heat and mind fucked by the powder, gazed bleary eyed at him. He was horrified by the thought that he would ever think of molesting a child. Yet here he was literally fucking a youth he had brought up as his son. Could he really be a repressed pervert? Robin’s anal lining suddenly squeezed Bruce's shaft. Even as he tried to make sense of what the young man had said to him, the friction sparked him into an orgasm. “I don’t know. I don't know I don't know,” he yelled shot. It was as if he had waited all his life to empty his nuts into this young man. He had fucked his ward. On some level it must be incest, and he shuddered to think maybe even worse. His once firm standard pf morality shattered into atoms. He would live only for sex. He pulled out of Robin and collapsed onto the floor panting and yet still aroused
“My turn,” Robin angrily stated as he moved up from the floor. Wasting no time, he grabbed Bruce's ankles and spread his legs wide apart. “I'll show you how good fuck is really done. Always lecturing, doing the holier than thou routine. Telling me to not be so emotional or fuck around. You fucking hypocrite. Getting a hand job from one criminal, giving another a blowjob, and worse begging ‘Daddy Joker’ to funk your fucking ‘pussy.’ A fucking ‘pussy’, really Bruce.
“I…it…you need to understand,” A humiliated Bruce sputtered knowing he had no defense to the charge.
“You took off your fucking mask in front of the Joker. He knows who we are now. Did you ever give a thought of how that might affect my safety or was just getting your ‘pussy’ serviced all you cared about?” Dick shouted enjoying making Bruce fell shame.
“I was so arouse,” Bruce sobbed. “I …my…I fought…but this sexual need…couldn’t fight.”
“Yeah. Well, we can fix that need. Get ready. I’m going to breed you,” Robin huskily told him. He spit onto Bruce’s quivering in asshole. Years of suppressed resentment at constantly being lectured by Batman boiled within him. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” With little prep, he aggressively rammed his cock deep into Bruce’s ass. “I’m giving you what you probably always wanted,” Robin laughed as he fucked like he had never fucked anyone before in his life. “Let’s really open up that pussy.”
“Fuck me. Yes, fuck me,” Bruce screamed as his young ward violently pounded into him. Any shreds of resistance faded as he felt the first blissfully painful thrust of Robin’s thick hard cock pushing in and out of him. “Yes. Dick, oh yes,” Bruce hollered as Robin fucked him in a way he had never been fucked before by the Joker. As Robin’s thick rod slammed into his prostate, Bruce’s mind exploded. “My pussy…my pussy,” he screeched as he psychologically emasculated himself. “Your so good…I never imagined. Fuck my pussy.” Soon, the only sounds he made were animalistic grunts and groans.
A delighted Harry reached down to begin to masturbate himself as he watched the two of them rutting like wild animals. It was clear to him they both had sexually desired each other and had repressed it. They were now freed from those false boundaries to become nothing more than two cock crazed sexual degenerates.
“I’m going to breed this cunt right now,” Dick yelled out as he thrust forward one last time into an equally howling Bruce. His muscled torso tensed. “Let’s make some bat-babies huh.”.
“Do it. Breed me. Fucking breed my cunt, Dick. Fill me with Bat babies,” a delirious Bruce squealed as he too, felt the rush of orgasm. Harry watched as their two powerfully muscular bodies quaked then went stiff as each shot their loads. Drained by everything that happened, Dick fell forward on the equally exhausted Bruce’s prone body. The once unemotional Batman reached out to hug the ward that he had so desired since his early youth. To Harry’s surprise, he pulled Robin into one last passionate kiss. His morality was gone he was totally broken as a crimefighter and a man.
“Hello Bruce,” Harry said as he came into view.
“Who are you,” a shocked Bruce asked. He gaze at Dick. “Who is he?”
“My owner,” Dick said as he pulled out of Bruce’s embrace to go to Harry. He dropped to his knees by Harry’s legs.
“”Good pup,” Harry laughingly stated as he fastened a dog collar around the docile Boy Wonder.
Bruce couldn't believe what he was seeing. He gazed at the collar. It had a metal tag on it which read “Harry’s fuck-dog.” A smiling Robin rubbed his head against Harry's knee and while stroking an erection. Bruce tried to take in the scene. His ward, his handsome, beautifully built, powerful boy was this smaller Asian youth fuck-dog. He was horrified and yet, thanks to Harry activating the bots again, found himself unconsciously reaching down to stroke his own erection
“Crawl over here pussy-boy,” Harry sharply instructed. He watched as the mighty Cape Crusader let out a pitiful sigh of defeat and crawled over. “ Now that my dog has loosened you up, I think I'll tap you as well. Harry gazed down at Dick who gazed up at him with a look of sheer adoration. He tousled the young fighter’s hair. How about we teach him how hot it is to have two cocks fuck you at the same time. Would my pup like it?”
Arf. Arf,” a gleeful Dick barked.
“That looks like it's a yes,” Harry laughed. “Hurry over. I always like to keep my doggie happy.”
Even though the thought of being double flocked horrified Bruce the wave of sexual arousal that he was feeling took hold. He crawled on all fours to Harry. Completely castrated by his sex drive of any sense of his dignity or manhood, he meekly lay on his back. Grabbing his ankles, he pulled his legs up, then spread his thighs farther apart.
“Go on and tell me what you want,” Harry snarled as he and Dick, both sporting impressive erections, looked at the once defiant Caped Crusader assuming a ‘fuck me’ position.
“Fuck my pussy,” he moaned as he gave into his sexual need. “Fuck my….ARGH,” he groaned.
Harry took hold of Bruce’s legs. He enjoyed the feeling of those two powerfully muscled appendages pressing against his shoulders. Bruce gazed at him, waiting to be fucked. “Again, tell Daddy what you want? Harry cooed as he sensually rubbed the head of his cock against Bruce’s quivering anal entryway.
“Please fuck my pussy, daddy,” Bruce whimpered as his dilated pupils tried to focus on Harry’s face
Harry smiled as he poured some lubrication on his rod then pushed.
When its tip entered his hole, Bruce let out low moan of pleasure.
Harry looked over at Robin who was busy stroking his own erection. “Why don’t you use his mouth to lubricate your cock so you can slip in next to mine.”
A grinning Robin quickly positioned himself by Bruce’s head. “Open up Brucie,” he mockingly stated as he rested the tip of his erection on Bruce's lips.
Bruce silently tilted his head backwards and opened them. He barely gurgled as Robin face-fucked him.
Harry watched in fascination as the tubular outline of Greyson’s thick piece of meat appeared under the skin of Bruce’s neck. He saw it moving up and down as Bruce groaned with pleasure.
Harry knew, if this kept up, he might blow before Robin had a chance to join him. “That’s enough come over here get your cock up his ass.”
Robin quickly complied. Leaving Bruce moaning with frustration at losing the taste of his ward’s sweet pre-cum.
Under Harry's guidance, young Richard prepped Bruce’s asshole for his first double screwing. He slipped one finger in alongside Harry's shaft. Taking his time, he waited until the ring comfortably accommodated both his finger and Harry’s shaft. Harry next directed him to try a second finger, and finally a third. Throughout it all, Bruce kept grunting and panting. His erection was leaking so much precum that his shaft was literally glistening with moisture under the overhead lights. Satisfied that Bruce was now ready and that, with a little effort, he would accommodate another cock up his ass, Harry signaled to Robin.
“Sweet,” a gleeful Robin whispered. He removed his three fingers, then proceeded to slip his erection in alongside Harry's.
“I can’t. I can’t… it’s too much” a panicky Bruce bellowed as Robin’s shaft moved into him.
Harry quickly shoved poppers under Bruce’s nose, while Dick blew powder into his face. Bruce’s inhaled the twin drugs. His body, and especially the muscles around his asshole, soon relaxed allowing Robin to slowly ease his cock into his guts.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck daddy…. you’re both in my pussy,” Bruce gasped as the two proceeded to slowly fuck him. Without realizing it, he slowly began to buck his ass backward unto the twin invaders. When the two hit his prostate in tandem, Bruce led out a giant screech of pleasure. “Deeper. More. Deeper. Deeper,” he wailed.
Harry and Dick gave each other a ‘high-five’. Accompanied by Bruce’s cries of pleasure, they fucked him silly.
Ending:
Harry sat back and watched as a naked Bruce eagerly slurped down his young ward’s cock, he could hardly wait to report to what he had accomplished to the members of the triad and, especially his grandfather. He had not only taken down the mighty Caped Crusader but also turned him out as a cock crazy bitch who had been psychologically feminized as well. On some level he knew what he had really done was to break through Bruce's deep sexual repression. The oh-so moralistic, emotionless crimefighter had been a repressed, seething volcano of sexual desires. He also discovered that Bruce had unconsciously lusted after his young ward. True Greyson was now a lusty young man in his early twenties, but Harry was sure that the sexual attraction Bruce felt for Dick began when the young crimefighter was definitely jailbait. As for the oh-so-hot and ever fuckable Grayson, Harry thought the studly Boy Wonder probably had a hidden submissive streak. One that, thanks to him and the bots had come to the surface.
“Honestly Batman,” Harry said as the two began to sixty-nine. “I think it would’ve been better if you had just given him a good fuck the second young Dick hit puberty. If you had, you both might have been resistant to the methods by which I broke you two.” He gazed at Batman’s luscious rump; another idea came to him. “I think a visit to a tattoo shop is in order,” he laughed as he stripped off his clothes and prepared to join his two turned out, sexy crimefighters in their sexual shenanigans.
To see what happens next, just go back to read part 4 of this saga.
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