Bruce's cock hardened more against Selina's traveling
talons, the
polished burgundy nails, a somewhat abrasive contrast to her soft,
milky white fingertips.
Bruce bit his tongue as Selina casually flicked one of the
mousetraps that she’d placed on each of his nipples. It felt as if the tender
nipples, which she’d tenderized further by rubbing in Ben-Gay, were to be
ripped off by the harsh metal bars of the traps.
Selina smiled and looked into Bruce’s eyes, her left hand
busy in his crotch. “I feel your pain” she said throatily, smiling
Her fingers toyed
with his thrusting, purplish
erection as the raven haired beauty
chuckled deep in her throat.
Selina looked over at the tormented, naked millionaire, muscled arms
bound behind him, and touched her tongue to her upper lip.
Selina Kyle's considerable bosom heaved as she suffocated another
laugh, slowly trailing a dark nail up and down one of the more
prominent blue veins that bulged from Bruce's throbbing tumesence.
Bruce leaned back and the trap on his right breast shifted a
bit, and an involuntary tear came down his cheek. “Goodness, this is a large
and pulsing blue vein on your penis, darling” Selina said, distracted by her
torment of his cum-stuffed cock.
As Selina slowed her
fingertip upon the vein, Bruce gasped, leaning a sweaty
back against the plush sofa in the elegant living room at Wayne Manor.
There was a roaring fire in the grate, and Alfred had just brought
Selina yet another Cosmopolitan, which she delicately sipped as she
tormented poor Bruce's groin just a little more.
Bruce stared hopelessly into the cleavage of Selina's black cocktail
dress, her full, heaving breasts nearly spilling out of the
front. "How's our handsome playboy now, Brucie?" Selina asked,
laughing
as her forefinger slightly irritated the very tip, the glans of
Bruce's frustrated penis.
Selina leaned
closer to Bruce on the couch, dropping one arm around his naked shoulders. The
traps bounced again on his nipples. Casually she pushed a stockinged leg into
Bruce's crotch, rubbing her knee against his tormented groin.
"You
like the way my knee is teasing your little scrotum, Mr. Wayne?" Selina
bared her teeth and Bruce closed his eyes, just for a moment...he couldn't keep
from staring at the beautiful Selina Kyle.
Oh, I need
to cum, thought Bruce. Tonight should be the night! I bought her a diamond
after we went dancing at Belugi's on Tuesday, and she seemed to have a good
time two nights ago at the Lung Association Benefit Ball.
Tonight
they'd gone to Selina's favorite singles club, The Kat House, and Bruce had
been forced to sit at a lonely little round table and watch his girlfriend
dance and make out a bit with various men on the floor while he'd watched.
Twice he'd had to give her condoms, and she'd disappeared into the men's
restroom with amourous companions.
It had been
disgusting,but Bruce had tolerated it, because it had been what Selina'd
wanted. At one point, a figure in a wide fedora and purple pinstripe suit had
glided by and whispered "What a chump you are" and then the guy had
laughed wildly, so loudly that several patrons had stared.
Bruce
had looked closer at Mr. Fedora, and noticed green hair and a dead white face,
and had wondered whether the fellow was an aging New Waver or...HIM.
But of
course Bruce couldn't pursue the green haired fedora guy, as Selina had ordered
him to stay at the table until she'd gotten tired and they'd come back to Wayne
Manor. It had been a spiffy ride in the Ferrari that Bruce had purchased for
Selina the day before.
Selina
allowed Bruce three dates a week to "impress me" as she put it.
Usually they consisted of dinner, dancing, expensive theater tickets, sometimes
the opera, which Selina loved, but bored Bruce to tears.
If Bruce
was an extremely charming and generous companion, at least once a week Selina
would bring him back to the Manor and order Bruce to disrobe, though he
insisted on doing it in the closet, alone.
"What's
wrong, Brucie, do you have frilly undies you don't want me to see?" Selina
cracked more than once. "Do you wear a corset and panties under your
Armani suit?"
This always
added to Bruce's blushing humiliation as he emerged from the wardrobe, naked,
except for the chastity tube. Tonight Selina had insisted that they
"play" in the living room instead of Bruce's bedroom, and he was
terrified that Alfred or one of the maids might spot him tiptoeing down the
stairs in the nude to stand embarrasedly in front of the fully clothed Selina,
who had been reclining on the couch.
Yes, he was
naked in front of Selina, naked, except for the mousetraps and the hated chastity tube. Although Selina had, in
the past, disrobed for Bruce and allowed him to worship her pussy with his
tireless mouth, and even in earlier years, an occasional fuck, it had now been
nearly eight months since he'd seen her naked at all!
Selina
apparently was getting her sexual pleasure elsewhere, for she never took off a
stitch these days, except on Bruce's 29th birthday, when she'd stripped to bra
and panties before teasing him.
But
tonight, sitting in the huge living room, in front of the glowing fire,
Selina's glossy Cupid's bow lips had smirked at Gotham City's famous playboy,
standing naked before her, except for the hated chastity tube he'd been forced
to wear for the past nineteen months.
Selina's
mocking eyes had glimmered as she'd snapped her fingers, and Bruce had
obediently spun so his trembling wrists could receive the click of silver
handcuffs.
It's so
different, Bruce thought, when the cuffs are on me.
After Selina had locked Bruce’s hands behind him, she’d taken out her little key from her tiny purse,
and unlocked the chastity tube, which had prevented orgasms—nay, erections as
well! And Bruce’s cock had come painfully out…”Stinky stinky” Selina had murmured
as she’d gently bathed Bruce’s hardening member with soap, water and Wet Ones,
before whistling for Alfred to come put the chastity tube in the dishwasher.
The washing had not taken long, as Selina had unlocked Bruce
just a day or two before, as she’d dropped in at the Wayne Foundation offices
and had bathed and teased Bruce for nearly an hour, casual in her denim
cut-offs and skin tight Hudson U. T-shirt.
Oh, how agonizing it had been, having her kneeling in the
position of a blowjob giver, but only teasing as he sat in his plush chair,
pants around his knees, while Selina had done her good work of rubbing and
toying with his gargantuan, swollen dickhead.
Secretaries and assistants, as well as that annoying Lucius
Fox, had knocked at the door, and Bruce had had to ignore it, breathing through
his teeth as Selina had reverted from a fast handjob to ultra slow, tender
touching, just so he wouldn’t have an “accident”.
Then, just as Bruce was leaning over his desk to spurt,
Selina had kicked him violently in the balls, Bruce’s cock had gone limp, and
he’d screamed, to the astonishment of the secretaries, assistants and Lucius
Fox outside the office door.
Selina had locked Bruce up and left, tittering, as he’d bent
back to his work on his desk, the poor penis compressed back in the cruel metal
prison.
Through blurred eyes,
Bruce had watched Selina’s tight blue-jeaned ass, the pockets dancing, as she’d
exited, flirting casually with the mail clerk.
Now, two days later, he was unlocked again. Selina had not
allowed Bruce to orgasm in several weeks, citing “attitude problems”…but he’d
been unusually generous, and after she’d gotten the diamond, she’d been very
positive about his chances for tonight.
He sure hoped so, as she’d teased him a number of times in
the past 24 days…the most dramatic being after she’d gotten out of his pool in
her little black bikini, breasts heaving, and had put out a cigarette on his
hard cock, and then led him up to his air-conditioned room, stroking his cock
as she waved her boobs in his face…but never taking the bikini top off!
She’d had another date that night, and had left him, just
after locking him up…ooh, he’d felt stupid!
Though previous to the orgasm 24 days ago, he’d gone without
a “squirtie” for nearly four months!
But tonight it looked good…Selina’s fingers played gently
along his thrusting organ, and she kept tonguing Bruce’s ear…oooh, it was good!
“Do you want to cum, Brucie baby?” Selina breathed in his
sweaty ear as she jerked his cock faster and faster, “You know I waited…I’ve
teased you in your car, your office, on picnics” Selina’s fingers pulled and
toyed with Bruce’s shuddering frenum, “But I wanted to hold off until we were
here in the manor, and you could have a nice orgasm in your own little sofa.”
Selina pulled her
hand away briefly to squirt a bit of Astroglide in it, and returned to lube up
Bruce’s cock, lubing it to heaven. “Do you want to cum, honey…are you ready?”
Bruce gasped, feeling the roar in his balls..the cum was surging to the tip of
his penis. “Yes, Selina…yes, please!” His hips were shaking, but he tried to
hold them very still.
Bruce’s Siamese kitten trotted to his trembling shoe and
rubbed against it, purring, and idly, Bruce shoved the kitten away. He wasn’t
cruel to animals, but he had to focus…but Selina didn’t understand.
SLAP! Selina’s hand crashed against Bruce’s face, just after she’d pulled it off his poor erection. Her other hand twisted the mousetraps off his nipples, but all Bruce Wayne noticed was that she’d stopped stroking his poor wee-wee.
“What the hell are
you doing?” Bruce gurgled, and looked down at his cock, soaked with lube and
precum. But it wasn’t going to cum tonight, apparently!
“So,” Selina snarled. “You like to kick your kitten?” Selina
raked Bruce’s cock and he screamed. Then she crushed his balls in her fist and
his cock withered. “Now I can lock you up again…maybe next week we’ll try
again, eh, my darling?”
Bruce began crying and begging, as Selina briskly locked his
cock into the chastity tube. “P-please Selina…remember the car, the diamond
necklace? I was so generous?” Selina snickered. “The transmission on the
Ferrari is a bit doubtful, and necklaces like that are a steal.” Selina laughed
at something funny only to herself.
An hour later, and Selina was sipping a bit of demitasse that Alfred had brought her in a small cup. Bruce was kneeling before her, still naked, and handcuffed, except for the chastity tube. Bruce had apologized to his little Siamese kitten, which was now purring in a tiny ball on Selina’s lap.
Bruce had also agreed to contribute a rather substantial check to a Humane Society charity of Selina’s, just for cats, as dogs, and bats (why did she bring that up) seemed to get on her nerves.
Selina was cheerful now. “Oh, honey, I knew you weren’t mean to the kitty, you just nudged it with your foot…a man wants to cum, and I suppose you fancy yourself a real man, right?” Bruce’s heart leaped. Selina was in a good mood.
“So, maybe you could unlock me and let me cum, honey?” Bruce wheedled. “It’s been so long…and I am so horny, Selina.” He looked imploringly at her. And he knew how handsome he was. Selina smiled briefly. “You think I should unlock you AGAIN?”
Selina sipped her tea, leaving a huge lipstick mark on the brim of the demitasse cup. She motioned for Bruce to rise, and as he stepped forward, she toyed with his chastity tube a bit.
Even though the tube was small, Bruce felt his cock attempting miserably to expand inside it…oh the metal was so cruel! He gritted his teeth, as Selina pulled his balls gently with her left hand as her right batted the tube left and right, as if it were an errant ball of yarn.
“You want me to unlock you and let you make a little mess, eh, Bruce.” Selina smiled, and she reached down into her purse and pulled the little key back out. Bruce’s heart leaped in his throat.
Selina unlocked the tube, and set it on the coffee table and began stroking Bruce’s penis again, and it sprang to life. The kitten, annoyed by the shift in Selina’s lap as she leaned over, departed haughtily, hopping off the couch to enter the next room.
“Yes, honey…I was too hard on you” Selina crooned as her fingers ran up and down Bruce’s cock, his legs trembling. “You deserve an orgasm, don’t you babe?” Bruce tensed. He knew this was a trap. If he said he deserved an orgasm, Selina might be offended, and lock him back up. How dare he tell her what he deserved?
On the other hand, if he said he didn’t deserve a squirtie, Selina might humbly “obey his wishes” and lock him up. “It’s up to you, Mistress Selina” Bruce said, cagily. Selina licked her upper lip as she continued to pull and stroke Bruce’s stormy erection.
Up and down his shaft, the little white fingers tenderly went, as Bruce breathed in and out…oh, what fun this was! Oh, God yes. “But Bruce, honey…I think I have to go home now.” Selina said casually, her nails scraping the underside of his engorged penis.
“Oh I’ll be done in a moment, just a moment more?”Bruce begged. “Or if you want, I can jerk off…you can unlock me, and leave, and I’ll jerk off, only once—“ Selina looked skeptically up at him. She knew her Bruce Wayne, and he would have as many orgasms as he could, in her absence…he’d done it before.
“N-no, honey.” Bruce babbled. “Alfred will lock me back up, if you have to go…he’ll let me wank and shoot once, really.” Selina giggled as she rolled his foreskin back. These Waynes and their tiny foreskins! Dr. Thomas Wayne, Bruce’s late father had been circumsized as well…Selina’s great-aunt had been a lover of his, though Bruce didn’t know that.
“You’d actually jerk off in front of your butler, honey?” Selina pulled her fingers along the shaft. “And would you lick up your semen like you do for me? In front of Alfred, even if it nauseated the poor guy?” Bruce nodded in a hyper fashion.
“Miss Kyle.” Alfred appeared noiselessly in the hallway. “You asked me to alert you when it was eleven-thirty.” Bruce, forgetting that he was standing nude in the living room—Alfred was used to all sorts of odd things around Wayne Manor—looked down at Selina beggingly. “It’s not even midnight, honey…please stay and let me cum…or if you leave, I really promise—“ his voice cracked—“to just cum once. It’s been nearly a month.”
Selina winked at Alfred and began jerking faster and faster, and Bruce tried to hold still, staring unobtrusively into her cleavage as she bent before him…her hand went back and forth, he began to shake against his will…here it came, here it CAME….what?
Selina pulled her hand away, and snapped her fingers at Alfred, who smoothly stepped up and handed her a cup of ice. Bruce realized as the tears came into his eyes, that she’d told Alfred to bring the ice, which of course she was now applying to his erection, because she never intended to let him cum. DAMN!
The ice calmed Bruce’s burning crotch down…and Selina locked him up. “I’m sorry, honey” she said breezily, as the little key left the lock. “I just am not up to it tonight.” Bruce was enraged, and he noted the laughter behind his girlfriend’s eyes. His cock was back locked up in the nasty tube, and she was dropping the key in her purse.
Bruce stomped his foot. “It’s not FAIR!” If she knew who I was, I wonder if she’d treat me this way, he thought savagely. “Goddamnit Selina…it’s not fair, and I—“
Selina gave Alfred a little smile. “You were the one who wanted to play these silly little games in the first place, Brucie—“ Bruce kicked a footstool. “Don’t call me BRUCIE!” he yelled. Alfred frowned. “Master Bruce, you are behaving like a child.”
Selina rolled her beautiful green eyes. “Isn’t he?” She shook her head, getting up. “I can’t put up with this nonsense.” Bruce’s lip came out in a pout. He was a little afraid. Selina had whipped Bruce with hairbrushes, paddles, canes…but she’d brought nothing tonight, no implements.
“You are such a child, Bruce…but I can’t give you what you are begging for…and it’s not an orgasm…you are begging, BEGGING for a thrashing.” Her eyes snapped. “I have a date later tonight with an adult male, and I don’t want to get mussed up…now are you going to behave yourself?”
Overcome with jealousy and humiliation, Bruce growled. “Not in front of the butler, Selina.” Selina snorted. “I give you ten seconds to control yourself…or there will be trouble.” She looked at Alfred. “Do you have your cane, Alfred?”
Bruce closed his eyes, shaking his head. Oh, no. Once before, no twice, Selina had actually prevailed upon Alfred to take Bruce, in mid-temper tantrum, into another room, and give him a caning. It had been horribly humiliating, especially when Bruce had been returned, Alfred pulling him by the ear, into the presence of his girlfriend.
Bruce had been brimming with tears, and his buttocks and thighs had been covered with welts (Alfred was really in shape for an old fellow, and could swing a cane just as they did in the British public schools)…it had been horribly painful and humiliating for Bruce Wayne, millionaire.
“No, it’s all right, Selina…I’m quiet now.” Bruce spoke hastily as he looked nervously at Alfred. “I think it’s a little late for that, my crybaby.” Selina smiled at Alfred. “Are you ready to give it to our boy, Mr. Pennyworth?” Bruce spoke before Alfred could open his mouth.
“Selina, you promised that you wouldn’t invite Alfred into our games—er, my discipline again!” Selina looked furiously at the quivering, naked millionaire, who was straining at his handcuffs.
Funny, he thought. I’ve gotten out of bonds a lot more serious than these many a time, sometimes while falling out of an airplane or out of breath and underwater…but she flusters me too much!
Selina snapped her fingers in Bruce’s face. “And you promised me you wouldn’t behave like a baby with a dirty diaper…but that’s what you’ve done. Alfred?”
Alfred shook his head. “I am sorry, Miss Kyle, but I have a touch of rheumatism…it wouldn’t be the best licking I could give, those high swings you know.”
Bruce winced, thinking of the swings that Alfred had landed on his now scarred buttocks, the cane whistling through the air. But then he felt elated. Selina had to go fuck some asshole,and Alfred couldn’t cane him either.
Alfred paused. “But there’s another solution!” He smiled at the enchanting couple—Selina, who was shrugging herself into the mink that Bruce had bought her some months ago, and Bruce, who was of course, standing naked, except for handcuffs and chastity tube.
Alfred looked towards the kitchen, and a tall youth stepped in the room. Bruce’s eyes widened as he saw the new visitor. His heart sank. When did Alfred—or Selina tell HIM about Bruce’s predelictions?
“Master Tim!” The butler smiled as Tim Drake, a protégé of Bruce’s, stepped in the room. And to Bruce’s horror, Tim was carrying a bamboo cane.
Two
nights later, Batman pulled himself up on the roof of the Gotham
City Gallery, and he watched a little sulkily as Robin followed. Batman’s
buttocks and thighs ached, well more of a twinge, and as he frowned at the Boy
Wonder. Robin had less experience at climbing roofs than his mentor, but he got
himself up at last, his yellow cape almost catching a nail on the roof.
“What’s
wrong, Robin…I would have thought with all the upper arm strength you showed
the other night with that blasted bamboo cane, you could just drag yourself up.”Batman said snidely. Robin looked at Batman, and
giggled in spite of himself. “Dude, you howled like a girl…and it was
only…twelve whacks?” Robin snorted. “Well maybe I gave you like, twenty.”
Batman bared his teeth.
“It was
thirty, and you were very insubordinate.” Robin looked defiantly at the Dark
Knight. “Well, you told me to do whatever Alfred said in all matters.”
Oh, the
memory of that caning! How humiliating to have Tim Drake, the new Robin since
Dick had become the hero Nightwing, first, find out
that Bruce was a sexual submissive…Tim, who had always looked up to the Batman,
who had made Tim Robin!
And
then to have Tim give Bruce a caning…this time, not in the other room, it
would’ve been bad enough for Tim to whip Bruce, and bring Bruce back as Alfred
often did, sniveling, the mucus coming out of his nose, to apologize in his
nakedness to Selina…
But
having Tim—who had quite a vicious swing—land the bamboo on Bruce’s behind as
he’d bent obediently over the arm of the couch—had been almost intolerable.
“Why
should I take him back in the bedroom?” Tim had asked genially. “Well, if you
want to whip him in here, Tim…why not? I’ll coach you on how to do it well!”
And Selina did! “There you go…lie Bruce right over the armrest
of the sofa, push him a bit more over so his face is pressed into the cushion
and he is on his tippie toes, so his butt is fully
exposed, Timothy. Here, we’ll push another pillow under his crotch so Bruce’s
butt is poked up. Yes, and spread his legs, so one is on the outside of the
sofa leg. Concentrate the stroke, so it’s a sort of burning in little
lines…raise the cane just a little beyond shoulder height, Tim. Don’t clench
your buttocks, Bruce, dear…it makes the cane bounce.
Remember that the tip of the cane travels faster than the length of the cane. I
believe in giving a caning on one side This is a nice
bamboo, Alfred. Did you buy this recently?”
Alfred:
“I used a rattan on Master Bruce as a boy, until his late teens, when he would
try to argue with me about his eight-thirty bedtime.”
Tim:
“He had to be in bed by eight-thirty in his late teens? What a wimp!” Bruce’s
face burned.
“Rattan
canes are glorious!” said Selina. “They vary in
thickness, flexibility, curvature. In my apartment I have a rattan Malacca and
also a fiber-glass cane, that I use on our Mr. Wayne
when he visits.”
“Now
when you swing, Tim, you don’t have to throw your whole body into it…the
greatest accuracy is
achieved with the minimum variation of movement.” Bruce felt the first
stroke…oh it was horrible, but Selina went on, as
Tim’s arm fell repeatedly and the cane struck Bruce’s bare buttocks…and Selina continued her lecture! “
This is
probably one of the
reasons as to why the cane is such a favored disciplinary tool. The stature and
strength of the disciplinarian is immaterial as it is one’s technique that is
all-important (the cane is certainly a great equalizer for women). always use full force blows you'll only fluff it if you
"pull" the stroke!.
There are two different techniques to caning someone. Firstly with a ‘wrist
only’ movement and secondly, with an ‘arm and wrist’ movementHold
the cane in your hand, tuck your elbow into your body and using only your lower
arm, use a fast wrist motion to flick the
cane at the target. If you cane without moving your wrist you cannot get any
speed into the motion of the stroke or that lovely ‘swish’ noise, as you are
not
really using the flexibility of the cane.
The ‘arm and wrist’ movement involves lifting up and bringing down your arm,
putting the force of your shoulder behind the stroke, finishing the stroke with
the wrist movement. The arm can move either up or out for this motion. Make
sure you practice the movement and measure the stroke lots of times before beginning
the punishment because with this technique it is easy to be inaccurate, Tim
dear!”
After
the caning had finished, Selina had wiped Bruce’s
tear stained face with a hankie, and had helped him to blow his nose, as Alfred
had unlocked Bruce’s handcuffs. Then, mysteriously, Selina
had taken young Timothy into another room to show him something…and there had
been moans,but Alfred had
ordered Bruce to go to bed! Oh what a bad night it had been!
As the
memory of Tim’s caning and Selina’s laughs seared through
him, Batman was glumly silent. But then he looked up, remembered he was now in crimefighting phase, and gasped as he noted the dark men
down into the street. “Look, Robin! We were right!”
Sure
enough, someone was breaking into the Museum. “Do you think it’s the same thief
that stole Van Gogh’s “Sunflowers” from the Metropolitan Museum of Art?” asked
Robin excitedly. “Yes, and also ‘Poplars on the Epte’,
a painting by Monet, from the Philadelphia Museum of Art, and a famous tree
sculpture from a park in Surbiton
As
Batman spoke, he felt a shift in his crotch…his poor cock was trapped in that
damned chastity tube..when
would he see that dratted woman again? Already his cock had been in pain and
torment, trying to rise and erect because of the hot secretaries on the
streets, that day, as well as troops of highschool
girls who had come to see Wayne Foundation projects.
Batman
looked irritatedly at Robin. Damn him, he gets to
fuck who he likes, and he jerks off when he wants to…and I’m trapped. But I
must focus on what’s happening with this potential gallery robbery!
Robin was still going on.“And there was a theft of Adolphe-William
Bouguereau’s ‘Le Printemps (The Return of Spring)’
from a private collection.”Batman paused. “There is a connection, Robin.”
Batman stepped towards a skylight. “All of these works of art glorify some sort
of plant!”
Robin, startled,
attempted to follow, saying “And Zuko LaTieri’s ‘Ragweed to Riches’ sculpture,
worth about seven mil, is in the Gotham
Gallery now!” Batman held up his gloved hand somewhat officiously.
“That’s correct,
Robin, but you can’t follow me…keep watch up here while I drop down into the
skylight!” And Batman followed word with deed, dropping in on his Batrope til
he landed on the Gotham Gallery floor.
And there she was,
as he’d expected, surrounded by her merry men—Poison Ivy!
Tall and beautiful,
her red hair framed by a wreath, and her
beautiful curves cinched in a bodysuit made of green leaves, the famous
villainess looked askance at the Dark Knight.
She lifted her shoulders, and shook her moss covered bosom, and Batman’s
penis surged, only to be quashed by its harsh metal prison.
Poison Ivy licked
her lips slowly, and batted her eyes. “What’s wrong, Batman…you look terribly
uncomfortable…your gray and blue tights seem as if they are constricting you.”
Batman’s mouth went sour. How could he tell the villainous eco-princess that,
since he put her away two years before, he had become locked into the horrific
chastity device?
He decided to take
the offensive. “Ahah! Poison Ivy! I heard that you’d escaped from Arkham
Asylum…and I should’ve known you’ve been on this crime spree of plant art
work!”
As he spoke, Batman
realized how beautiful the horticultural harridan was…her beautiful alabaster
skin, the rosy tresses, long legs and considerable breasts. In the old days,
when he’d had quite the sex life as a bed-hopping boulevardier, it was easy to
put his feelings for a foxglovish fox like Ivy…but now he’d not cum in so long,
his objectivity was going…he wanted to fuck her badly!
Poison Ivy tossed her strawberry locks and chortled at the Caped Crusader.
“What’s wrong…you think you’ll stop me from my plant-art pursuits, Batsy?”
Suddenly, Ivy stepped forward to Batman, and squirted him with a narcotic
violet, and he became unconscious.
The most efficient way
to use nettles is to take one sprig or one leaf at a time, get down close to
your target, and touch the nettle to the skin, with a
close enough view that you can watch the hairs go in straight.” Batman peered down to see Poison Ivy kneeling below him,
talking to one of her astonished henchmen. “You should try it sometime,
Knuckles” The henchman shook his head violently. “N-no
thanks, Miss Ivy.” He backed off, and sniggered as he saw the Caped
Crusader’s face. “He done woken up, Miss Ivy!”
Poison Ivy looked up at Batman. “Oh did little boog-ums wake up?” Batman gasped.
Outside the museum, Robin was getting impatient.
Had Batman stopped the robbery? Jesus, it’s been twenty minutes, Robin thought.
Attaching the Batarang to the side of the building,
Robin let himself down to a window and looked in, and recoiled in disgust.
What the hell’s happened to him? Goddam…he is getting more and more pathetic. The windows were a bit
misty on this foggy night, but the Boy Wonder saw it all. Somehow, Poison Ivy
had stripped Batman of his costume, and even Selina’s
little metal tube that Robin had first seen when giving Bruce Wayne the caning.
Poison Ivy must have a skeleton key or something, Robin thought.
Yup, except for his cape and cowl, which implied
that Ivy was trying to respect his secret identity, Batman was naked…and tied
to some sort of hook in the ceiling that was probably used for inside window
washing, and he was hanging, with his crotch at the level of Poison Ivy’s bare
shoulders.
She has some big hootums,
Robin thought. Look at those suckers nearly poking out of her ridiculous leafy
outfit…but surveying his own red and green costume with yellow cape, he knew he
was living in a glass house and should probably put his slingshot away. What
the hell was she rubbing on Batman’s cock? It looked to be some kind of leaves
with little tiny hairs.
Robin took out his Bat-o-Scope and peered through
it. Yes, these leaves were nettles, he realized…he’d
had a botany course at Gotham High. He recognized the
thin, delicate hollow hairs on the stems and underside of the leaves. Oh shit,
that must hurt, Robin thought, as Poison Ivy delicately dragged the leaf down
Batman’s scrotum…Batman was screaming, but his dick was really hard.
Robin noticed that after a hair touched or scraped
a bit of Batman’s shaft, there was a tiny red mark,no
a lump, like a mosquito bite. Poison Ivy had been working on Batman’s crotch
for a while, and his entire groin area was covered with these little lumps.
It might have helped if Batman had had any pubic
hair, but just after Selina had given Robin (as Tim
Drake) that awesome blowjob the other night, she’d told him that she routinely
shaved Bruce Wayne’s pubic area. “It’s so good for his humiliation!”
He looked
up at Batman’s face, and Batman was crying. Robin was somewhat disgusted, as
Batman had just been crying the day before. Jesus, he cries easily doesn’t he?
Inside, Batman was in agony. His entire lower
half, from waist to mid-thigh, felt as if he had just sat on a hornet’s nest while being also
afflicted with a particularly virulent form of chicken pox…oh, the agony.
Batman looked down through wet eyes, blurring his
mask. Poison Ivy ran a pink nail across his shaft, dragging the nettle covered
leaf. Oh it feels like a scissors, for God’s sake.
Ivy ran another nettle leaf on the underside of
Batman’s cock, right on the frenum, and Batman bit
his tongue…oh this is worse than when Selina put a
clothespin on my frenum…oh it’s awful. “P-please stop
doing that, Ivy…I know we’re old enemies…”
Ivy snorted, and three of her
henchmen, two of which had been busted by Batman at least once, imitated him in
horrible falsetto. “Please stop doing that Ivy…Pleeze
Mommy!” The three thugs broke up with laughter, and
even a museum guard, trussed up in the corner, seemed to be smiling.
Poison Ivy smiled up
a Batman as she dragged a nettle leaf over his sweltering glans.
The henchmen were still snickering, and Batman wished he could get loose and
beat the shit out of them...oh, it is so agonizing the way she rakes those
nettles!
Poison Ivy was
somewhat sympathetic, staring at the engorged, purple weapon... "It looks
as if you haven't cum in som etime,
dear." Ivy observed. Bruce bit his tongue. Peering down into Ivy's
cleavage wasn't helping things at all. The tops of Ivy's alabaster boobs were
practically ballooning out of the greenery of her corset/bodysuit, and Batman
was drooling.
Selina's breasts were incredible...but Ivy's shone
with a glow that was intense! And of course Selina
was old news in a way...she'd been the first villain Bruce had ever been
involved with...but Ivy's figure was something to write home about....Aaagh...she keeps rubbing those damn nettles on me!
Poison Ivy looked up
at Batman as she gently dragged the vicious nettles up and down his terrorized
shaft. "What are you looking at, darling...are you admiring my
outfit?" Ivy looked at her outfit admiringly.
" I recall seeing a hard-on in your tights two
years ago when you caught me looting the Bludhaven
Botanical Gardens...I know you like my outfit..but it's not that, it's my candies, eh?" Poison IVy cupped her breasts and lifted them slightly.
"Wouldn't you like to touch these honeys, Batman?" Ivy dropped the
nettles, held her hands over her head, and shook her breasts, and laughed
slightly as Batman's tortured member shot up even higher.
"Wouldn't you
enjoy sucking my nipples...you know they're the color of pink roses, have you
eve heard of the peek-a-boo rose?" Batman though t of the bouquets of
peek-a-boo roses, light pink that he'd purchased for
young ladies in the past.
His cock swelled
even more. "Yes, Harvey likes my boobs...Harvey Dent? You know him as
Two-Face...he often sneaks from his cell into mine at the Arkham
Asylum...I let him see my nipples, and suck them, and he BITES them. He's a
real man."
Batman clenched his
teeth. How disgusting that the horrid Two-Face, who had half his face mangled,
could touch this exotic creature's nipples.
"And Mister
Freeze?" Poison Ivy looked up at Bruce witha
merry smile, as she resumed her work with the nettles. "He likes me..but he is afraid of heating up too much...but I've
given his ice-cold cock a few licks...I'd never do it for a wimp like you,
though!"
Poison Ivy smiled at
Bruce. "You'd like to see the nipples, wouldn't you? I see you naked, you
can't see me? It must be humiliating, and you'd love to touch them, eh?"
What the hell.
"Y-yes, it would be wonderful to touch them, Batman said huskily. He felt
so ridiculous, hanging from the ceiling naked except for his headgear and cape.
"Does this tickle?"Poison Ivy asked this as
she dragged a nettle down Batman's bare armpit. Batman burst into tears, which
made the henchmen laugh again.
"Think fellas" Poison Ivy said, turning to the uproarious
burglars, "He's supposed to be the most frightening crimefighter
detective sort...but here he begs to slurp my titties
like a horny thirteen year old!"
Ivy raked yet
another nettle across Bruce's glans, and laughed.
"Darling...my breasts are for real men...it's cheek even for you to ask
for them. Knuckles, hand me those thorny branches--the ones that are tied
together like a headmaster's birch."
Ivy took the
branches in her lovely white hand and frowned at the Darkknight
Detective. "You have shown absolutely disgusting lust and perversion in
propositioning me. I am digusted!" Poison Ivy
lifted the bundle of thorny branches and swung them hard against Bruce's
nipples, and he screamed.
"You like
that, asshole? Lemme give your breasts some unwanted
attention eh? You like that, eh? You want to suck my nipples, eh?" With
each "Eh" Poison Ivy landed the thorny bundle again and again on Bruce's
nipples and he screamed and cried like a baby, even after he noticed Robin's
nauseated face at the window.
Then Poison Ivy went
around to Batman's back and lifted the cape and lashed Batman's bare ass and
thighs with the bundle...this was a new development, as his backside had not
been touched by the nettles, and it was not a welcoming shock. WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK!
"You are a
disgusting, WHACK! loathesome creep, Batman,WHACK! and you WHACK!should
be censuredWHACK! by the sanctimonious creeps at WHACK! the
Justice WHACK! League WHACK! of America."
Batman screamed and
cried. "Please--Ivy--Mistress--I--you asked--me what I thought of your breasts..I (sob) am so (sob) sorry...forgive (sob) me (sob)
it's just (sob) been so long (sob) since I was allowed to (sob)
orgasm!"
Suddenly the thorny
bundle stopped its tattoo on Batman's tortured buttocks and Poison Ivy massaged
Batman's buttocks with her fingers. "Poor baby...does that feel
better?" the honeyed voice came, and Batman, hanging miserably, snuffled
through his mask. "Y-yes ma'am."
Poison Ivy walked
around to Batman's front, and began toying with his cock with her little
fingers. "Sweetheart" her voice went low." I know you're
human...and I know you are attracted to me...perhaps I'm being unkind!"
Poison Ivy rubbed
Batman's cock just a little more and it became large and the precum began drooling again. "What a sweet man you
are, Batman" she said sincerely."A girl
should be flattered that such a great crimefighter
would appreciate her humble breasts...right?"
Poison Ivy
rubbed her lips against the side of Batman's cock, and it danced, though he
knew there was a grave danger...as Poison Ivy's body was poisonous...and if she
kissed him, it would be curtains.
Poison Ivy's fingers
pulled and rubbed at Batman's shaft, and he gasped some more.
Ivy’s fingers rubbed
up and down Batman’s shaft, creating a pleasant friction. “You poor baby.” She
crooned. Ivy then compressed the penis, rhythmically squeezing and releasing
the base, and Batman shook all over…it had been so long since he’d spurted!
Ivy variated the frictiona nd compression with a firm and consistent up and down
stroking, and sped up as Batman’s legs began shaking.
The henchmen
watched almost enviously as the Darkknight Detective
began moaning. What an orgasm he was about to have. I will have to tell the
judge to give Poison Ivy some lenience, Batman thought. This is just wonderful.
Ivy’s fingers slid
over Batman’s glans, and down to the other side, and
then she grasped his penis, using a back and forth wrist movement, swiveling
her hand sideways.
Ivy then placed her
fingertips and thumb on the glans, and slowly opened them up, pressuring her fingers in
a spider-like massage motion around the head and foreskin of Batman’s penis.
Suddenly, Batman
knew he was very close to orgasm once again...he might even let her go when she
released him from this ridiculous ceiling...this would show Selina...but
he'd not cum quite yet...he had to play his cards right.
Ivy smiled demurely
up at the tormented Caped Crusader. "I realize that you came to stop my
robbery of the Zuko LaTieri
painting...and I really should let you down so you can arrest me and my boys..and I should thank you for your attention to my
breasts, right darling..." Batman smiled weakly. "Well, that might be
the right thing to do..."
Poison Ivy's eyes
narrowed and she lifted the thorny branch. WHACK! The thorns hit Batman's erect
penis for the first time "You arrogant asshole, Batman!" she screamed
"You think I'll let you CUM?" WHACK WHACK WHACK!
Batman screamed as
Ivy whipped his penis into limpness.
Outside, Robin used
his cell phone to call Oracle...this was an emergency
WHACK!
Jimmie bit his lower lip, as Babs’s scourge
crashed again across his reddened cheeks. “You are an embarrassment to this
city, Jimmie!” Babs said as the scourge slammed Jimmie’s left cheek.
Thirty
minutes before, there had been a contemptuous knock on the Gordon family door. Barbara “Babs” Gordon had wheeled her
chair to the door, and opened it casually, to find the Catwoman,
dressed in her purple bodysuit and kitty mask, and cracking her long whip.
“What do you
want, you slut-cake” Babs had asked in chilly tones.
Ever since she’d been paralyzed by the Joker’s gun during a visit to the Gordon
residence some years before, Babs had been somewhat
cold to super-villains, even more so than she’d been in her previous identity
as Batgirl.
Now, Barbara
aided her friends, the superheroes of
Babs steamed. She knew that Catwoman knew that Babs was in
surprisingly good shape for a paraplegic…that she worked out regularly with her
friend Dinah Lance, the Black Canary. Oh, if I could stand up I’d knock her
pretty little whiskered nose into the back of her head.
“Did you
come here for any sort of reason, Pudding Paws, or just to compare tan lines?”
Maybe I should run over her toes, the way Cutter John used to do in the “
Catwoman smiled. “Well, no…I just brought you
a sad little present. Your daddy, the Commissioner tried to apprehend me on his
own tonight, and I’m afraid he may have gotten the worst part of the bargain.” Catwoman snapped her claws, and a couple of her thugs
dropped a sack
at Babs’s feet.
Catwoman sliced the bag open with her foreclaw, and a naked man in his sixties, with white hair
and moustache rolled out. He looked as if he could command gravitas when
dressed up, but now he was nude and covered in long, red cuts and weals, from his shoulderblades to
just above his calves.
Babs looked annoyedly
at the Catwoman. “You couldn’t just resist arrest,
could you? You have to humiliate the Police Commissioner of
“B-but I
just got whipped with her blacksnake, Babs,
dearest…couldn’t I have some tea?” pleaded the Commissioner. Babs spun her chair and rolled into the library, saying,
over her shoulder “You’d damn well better be ready in the library, in your
little girl uniform Jimmie…you’ve been bad, bad bad!”
Twenty
minutes later, Jimmie hobbled into the room, wearing high heels, a baby bonnet,
and pink panties. Babs frowned and pointed a magenta
nail at her lap. “Since you are too much of a baby to be able to bring in a
mere woman” Here she smirked “Perhaps you need a little reminder of what’s
expected of you!”
Jimmie
looked at her in the most dignified way possible. “Barbara…I have done my
best….I had my troops with me, and I just was taken by surprise by the Catwoman! I…” Babs shook her
head. “You’re lazy and old. Rene Montoya has often reported to me how little
you report to the gym…you have a belly now…get over my knee, and pull down
those panties!”
Jimmie tried
to look severely at his foster daughter, but her glance was implacable. His
lower lip cmae out, and trembled, and tears rolled
down his face. “Jimmie, you are a pathetic man.” Babs
said more kindly. “You’ve lost your second wife AND had me paralyzed by the
Joker because of your pathetic inefficiency…and now the Catwoman
is making you look ridiculous. I only will thrash you because I love you.”
Jimmie asked
piteously.”You’ll just use the hairbrush? Or the switch, ma’am?”
Babs smiled, leaning back in her
wheelchair. “And Jesus found in the temple those who were selling
oxen and sheep and doves, and the money changers seated. And He made a scourge
of cords, and drove them all out of the temple, with the sheep and the oxen;
and He poured out the coins of the moneychangers, and overturned their tables.”She paused.
“That’s from the book of John,
leather
strands with little bits of metal interspersed with the leather up and down
the leather strands.
“Remember this, Daddy? Remember the time you caught me
talking on the phone to a boy, when I was younger, and you took me out in the
back yard, and pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties down in front of all
the boys in the neighborhood and whipped me with this until I was crying and sobbing…and
everyone called me ‘Babs the Baby’ after that?”
Gordon’s cock hardened against the panties as he thought of Babs’s denim miniskirt flipped up over her back as he
whacked her full, plump cheeks with the scourge she now held…and how he’d
touched her bottom several times to “calm her down” It’s tough being a
disciplinarian…his cock grew harder, remembering how he’d also tied her down
upstairs and shaved her pubic hair off, so she would be “shamed”…but she
wouldn’t speak of this, he hoped?
“ And no one wanted to
date me?” Barbara’s eyes met the Commissioners. Gordon coughed. “Barbara, I was
humiliating you because I didn’t want you seeing the riffraff of the
neighborhood…I wanted you to have strong values…and you didn’t date much…and
you became a librarian, a nice, virginal—“WHACK! The
leather strands knocked Gordon’s glasses off, and his foster daughter pointed
to her lap, and he sighed and bent over…and the thrashing began.
As the thongs with their metal sparks ripped and tore the
skin of Jimmie’s buttocks, he screamed and wept, and Barbara laughed,
remembering the old saying that “what goes around, comes around”
After about seventeen lashes, Gordon began screaming, and
after forty, his sobs and hiccoughs were something to hear. Finally, Barbara
pushed him off her lap, and ordered him to stand in front of her. Gordon hadn’t
removed his panties as instructed…they were in shreds around his waist, and his
cock was stiff, in spite of the vicious whipping.
“You think this is a horny situation, Daddy dear?”Babs screamed, and James Gordon gritted his teeth as
the scourge hit his rock hard cock again and again!
Suddenly, Babs heard a faint buzz
from her purse, and realized that Oracle was being summoned.
Oliver Queen, sometimes known as The Green Arrow, plunged
his tongue into Dinah’s mouth, reaching around her neck and massaging the back
of it… “That’s right, honey…whatever you want” Dinah Lance said, her mouth
slurping Olivers…”Touch me, baby”
Ollie looked down
into Dinah’s chest..she was
wearing a tube-top, bright pink, and was rubbing it against Oliver’s
chest…could he take a chance? Those supple breasts…and the little bitch has
oiled the cleavage…Ollie gradually brought his hand up to grasp Dinah’s breast,
and he massaged it. WHACK! Dinah slammed her hand right across Ollie’s Van Dyke
yellow beard, and he fell off the couch.
“I didn’t ask you to MOLEST ME, Ollie!” Dinah’s teeth were
bared, and a moment later she screamed shrilly…Dinah had the power to emit a
siren, as she was the superheroine Black Canary, and
Ollie plugged his ears,kneeling
desperately. Finally, Dinah stopped, and pulled up her pink tube top.
“You are sickening, you know that?” Dinah pointed at her
lap. “Pull down your pants, and hand me that Spencer paddle.” Ollie looked in
terror at the long, thin wooden paddle with the holes, designed for air to
whisk through as the paddle hit a bottom.
“P-please Dinah…we’ve been living together for years, and
you are so hot in that top.” Dinah screamed again “PULL DOWN YOUR PANTS, AND
HAND ME THE SPENCER PADDLE, ASSHOLE!” Ollie, near tears, handed her the Spencer
paddle, and unbuckled his trousers, pulling them and his Brooks Brothers
underwear down.
Ollie still had some threads from his days as a millionaire, though now he didn’t have a great deal of money
any more…Ollie bit his lip and bent over Dinah’s lap. “You make me ill, Oliver
Queen.”
The stunning brunette coughed, making her pink boobs bounce,
and began whacking Oliver’s bare bottom. “You WHACK think you can WHACK
objectify me WHACK WHACK just WHACK because I like to
dress comfortably in WHACK WHACK a tube WHACK top?”
Dinah grimaced as she slammed the Spencer paddle again and
again against Ollie’s reddening cheeks. She was quite a pretty woman, Dinah
Lance, but she had a frown that had quelled many a thug, and she knew how to
make her boyfriend quail at her rages.
Dinah breathed in and swatted Ollie soundly as she continued to
lecture him. “Can’t you learn to be a good boy…and just kiss a girl?” Suddenly
Dinah threw down the paddle and grasped Oliver’s ear and pulled him off her
lap, and looked somewhat petulant. “Why can’t we just kiss like nice people?”
Ollie bit his lip, and the tears fell as he kneeled in front
of her. Dinah hid her smile
with a lovely, manicured hand as she watched the muscular,
bearded archer kneel before her with his pants down…looking rather ridiculous.
Suddenly, Dinah reached out and touched Ollie’s chin through
his beard. “Why can’t you kiss Mommy like a good boy?” she crooned.
A moment later, Ollie sat gingerly next to Dinah, who began
rubbing his back with the one hand and smiling, and lightly moving tears out of
his eyes with the forefinger of the other “I love you, Ollie, and I know you
love me…let’s kiss some more, eh?”
Dinah pulled Oliver close and began kissing him expertly,
while rubbing her hand along his thigh, and slightly touching his hardening
penis.
Oliver kissed Dinah
back…and tried to remember that her breasts were off limits,though he could peer down into her 36DD cleavage as
he kissed her lovely lips.
Dinah groaned, and began surreptitiously grasping Oliver’s
penis, and as it hardened further, she began pulling the skin up and down
around the shaft. “You like my titties, huh, Ollie?”
Dinah breathed in Oliver’s ear as the sensous handjob continued.
“I miss the way you used to kiss them, baby… the nipples
would harden.” Ollie thought dispiritedly that it was a shame that Dinah had
gradually stopped letting Ollie touch her perfect breasts. They’d been living
above her flower shop, and at some point one night, Dinah had said that her
breasts were tender, and he couldn’t touch them…
And then a few weeks later, she’d told Ollie that her vagina
was also tender, and needed to be licked, rather than fucked. So each night,
after Oliver had worked his ass off in her greenhouse, moving plants and
preparing garlands for the florist sales, he’d make Dinah dinner,
watching her beautiful breasts shift as she enjoyed a martini…
And then after dinner, they’d get in bed, but she always
would push his face down between her legs…away from her breasts, and too low
for his cock to have any action…Ollie would lick Dinah over and over again to
many orgasms…and then when he came up to kiss her as a prelude to intercourse,
she’d laugh and whisper that she didn’t enjoy his cunt-scented breath, and then
turn over.
Dinah’s long fingers pulled and toyed with Ollie’s cock as
her cleavage was forced just under his chin…could he keep from touching her?
But he wanted to, so much. Dinah ran her finger up and down Ollie’s hard cock,
and she kept whispering in his ear.”You are so hot,
baby…the Green Arrow is the hottest of the superheroes…I love watching you
shoot---your bow.”
Ollie knew he would shoot his load if he wasn’t
careful…there had been times that Dinah had given him long, teasing masturbation…and
if he had an accident, often she would crop his penis with one of his arrows?
She could hit hard, Dinah could…and he’d been trained to hold off from orgasming until she gave him the O.K., which usually was
when he had to go jerk off in the bathtub…she’d become so cold, for some
reason.
More usually, Dinah would order Ollie to go into the
bathroom in the shop, or into a bathroom when he was out somewhere, and to jerk
off in the bathroom for about forty minutes to an hour without cumming. Faster and faster, slower and slower, especially
when he was delivering roses somewhere for her…he had to make a pit stop to
play with himself…but not cum.
Dinah always felt his cock when Ollie returned to the shop,
and smiled if he hadn’t spurted…and of course there was trouble if he did
spurt. He had to hold off, so she knew he was still interested in her…how could
she not know that he was interested? But he did as she asked..and was horny a good bit of the time.
Now, Dinah rubbed her big boobs against Oliver’s chest, and
he thought he saw a hint of nipple under the tube top. It had been so long
since he’d even been allowed to see the Canary naked, he thought. Soon, Oliver
had noticed that Dinah had been spending a lot of time out on “dinners with
potential clients” which in a way was true, as the guys seemed to order her a
lot of bouquets from her shop.
Sometimes Ollie would see Dinah come in the door in her
Black Canary costume, with the blonde wig and the low cut blue suit, and he
would pant and gasp…one night, Dinah had kicked him lightly in the balls. Ollie
had fallen over, staring up at her haughty breasts, and Dinah had ground
Ollie’s penis into the floor with her Canary boots until he’d squirted savagely
across the floor. Then, emitting the Canary siren, Dinah had forced Ollie to
sop up all the semen with his tongue and his beard, so the floor would be
clean.
When Ollie seemed pained that Dinah spent so much time away,
she became acerbic with him. “Don’t you think I need a break now and then?”
Less and less did they shower together, and Dinah was always clothed…though she
often required Oliver to be naked. “I like to know when you’re erect…you are so
suspicious, Oliver.”
More and more, Dinah wore see-through shifts, black bikini
tops and little halters…she’d hug and kiss Oliver, but she wasn’t much
interested, it seemed, in further intimacy, though of course she allowed him to
clean her out…it seemed a little wetter down there, slimier, after her late
nights.
Now, it seemed that Dinah might be softening in her desire
to allow Ollie
to touch her full breasts…she was rubbing against his hands. “You know you want
to touch them, honey…”Dinah murmured as she rubbed her nipples against Ollie’s
chest. “And you’re such a good kisser.” Suddenly Ollie took the plunge, and
grasped Dinah’s chest again.
Oh, those wonderful, soft breasts…he tried to kiss further,
but all of a sudden, she’d slapped him off her lap again!
This time, Dinah was absolutely enraged...she hopped up, her breasts swaying in the little top and slapped Ollie
forcefully across both cheeks. "How dare you touch my breasts like that,
you animal!"
Dinah gave Ollie a karate kick, throwing him down on the
floor, and then whacked his cock with the Spencer paddle. Oooh!
Ollie tried not to cry. WHACK! Right across the stomach came
the cruel paddle again. "You'll learn not to be a pervert soon, I
bet...I'll give you the whipping of your life, you filthy pervert!"
screamed Dinah...but suddenly there was a ring from her purse, and Dinah threw
down the paddle. "Yes? Oracle?" Dinah
crooked her head. "Of course I'm coming...let me just tie Ollie up so he
doesn't touch his disgusting wee-wee and I'll be there!"
Ollie's heart, as always, sank.
Batman
Chapter Four
The closet door seemed to vibrate, as Dick
Grayson knelt on the gravel. His penis was bulging, and he gritted his teeth,
as he willed himself not to cum. “Forced Edging”, as Babs
called it, was the toughest battle Nightwing had ever
had to fight. To masturbate continually without being allowed to cum!
The gravel pieces
bit into Dick's knees as he knelt obediently...Babs
had ordered him to stay that way...and Dick was quite obedient!
Babs insisted that Dick wear a cockring
around his penis and balls, which constricted Dick’s penis until it was really,
very sensitive to touch. Last week, when he’d been beating his meat in the Bludhaven police station restroom, she’d been crooning
through the cellphone “Am I making you hot, baby?
“The husky voice had gone on, as Dick had lubed himself up on the toilet with
that vile pink soap from the bathroom dispenser
Babs had gone on “If you jerk, jerk jerk…think
about my red hair and my red bush…and my milky white boobies…but don’t cum…you
may avoid being whipped!” It had been especially difficult, as cops had been
coming in and out of the bathroom, screaming at each other about perps and prostitutes, and peeing loudly.
It was much better
touching himself here in the closet…though now he’d not cum in 53 days…
After hours of
edging in his closet, as per Bab’s instructions,
Dick’s dick was raw, red and leaking precum…oh, God,
it was hard to keep from cumming!
Babs had sent one of her cruel tapes, with instructions “Dickie-bird…first I want you to jerk yourself quickly for 2
minutes, stopping before you’re about to squirt…and then use one finger to
slowly rub your glans for two minutes thirty
seconds…and then wank slowly, baby for three minutes…
Then use a finger
to rub the back of your glans…right where the frenulum is, big boy..for
two minutes! And then I want you to palm the back of your glans…no
fingers for five minutes.”
After this, Dick
had gotten so sensitive, that he’d known he couldn’t touch his cock at all
without a squirtie…and so he’d just played with his
balls for about an hour.
Right now Dick was
on a Closet Restriction at Bab's house but quite
often he had to actually hang out in his own closet on his days off…he had to
spend one of his precious days off from being a hard-working police officer in Bludhaven here in the closet…and his hot landlady, Clancy,
had been banging on his door incessantly…he knew she wanted him to fuck her
badly. And was she hot!
Thinking of Clancy,
Dick rubbed a little faster, and then felt the surge again,
and quickly put his hands on the back of his head, and waited for his cock to
go down.
In the old days, as
the able-bodied Batgirl, Babs and Dick had been a crimefighting pair in
....After Babs figured out Dick's submissive tendencies, she'd begun
punishing him while IN her Batgirl outfit...Dick of course was naked on the
floor...sometimes she'd burst into his apartment in her tight-fitting gray
Batgirl costume, the black bat encircled in yellow bursting at the
forefront of her breasts...
"Strip
to be Stropped, Boy Wonder!" and Dick, who had been Robin then, before
handing the mantle to Drake before he'd become Ngihtwing,
would strip...and Batgirl would whip his ass bloody with a razor strop. Sometimes Batgirl
would tie Dick's hands and toy with his cock for hours with her high Bat-boots,
snarling and chortling as he pleaded that her sharp heels were too much to deal
with in his sensitive scrotum...
Part
of the problem then, and now, was that Babs always,
at least once a week would shave Dick's penis and balls clean, and
then torture his cock with her
boots...even after the shaving!
Once, Dick had been
tied down and Babs had alternately stroked his penis,
running her pink nails up and down his suffering cock...and then pounding his
cock and balls hard with a high heeled shoe until poor Dick burst into
tears, again and again.
After Dick dropped
out of college, and became very involved with the Teen Titans, he'd had less to
do with Babs, but they'd recently re-united, and he
spent a good deal of time in her house...and going back and forth
between his closet, when he was on Closet Restriction, and hers. He often
wondered why he should visit Mistress Babs at all, if
he had to strip instantly and go kneel on jacks or gravel in her closet,
but that was her orders!
As Nightwing, Dick had had to fight the toughest criminals in Bludhaven…Blockbuster, all the rest. But to have to
masturbate without cumming!
Dick move the flashlight against Barbara’s glossy photos. None,
of course had her naked..but
the lingerie was quite revealing. Dick slowly pulled his finger against his
bulging glans, but not too fast. He felt the semen
rising against the base of his shaft, and he knew he had to be terribly
careful.
Babs was so strict! Last week, when she rolled into Dick’s
apartment in her chair, Dick had greeted her in the nude, with a martini…he’d
fed her, carefully, spoon feeding his home-cooked meal of vichyssoise.
As he’d rubbed her
legs she’d occasionally brushed his erection with her fishnet stockinged toes, and he’d gasped. Oooh…what
an evening it had been. Despite the parlysis, Babs could still feel Dick’s tongue in her cunt, and he’d
eaten her for hours that night, and then she’d sent him home, with strict instructions
to not have any sort of accident!
Babs rolled her chair into her bedroom,
leaving her pathetic, weeping father, the Commissioner, kneeling in a corner of
the library. She blew a whistle, and the closet door opened, and Dick Grayson
crawled out on his hands and knees, his cock rock hard. Babs
smiled with amusement.
As she looked down at Dick, and watched his lowered eyes
sneak up a peek at her, Babs glossed her lips with a
dark ruby polish, snickering as she did so. Look at that cock! Dick’s cock
looked horny and miserable. It had been fifty-odd days since she’d allowed him
to jerk off into an
ashtray and lick it up…he was so obedient, Dick was.
“How are you doing there, Pinkwing?”
That was Bab’s little name
for Dick, who always blushed when she said it. “I’m fine, Miss Babs…I’ve just been sitting in the closet, or kneeling,
rather…I’ve been so good with the edging…do you think that perhaps I could cum
soon?” Babs leaned her head back, the amber curls
bouncing on the sides of her wheelchair. She laughed heartily. “Do you think I
could cum soon?” Babs imitated Dick in a horrid
falsetto. Dick burst into tears, and Babs laughed
even harder.
“Is—oh, excuse me for laughing so hard, Pinkwing
dear—“Babs snorted into a hankie. “Is that all you
think about, CUMMING?” Babs shuckled some more. Dick was now
staring fixedly at her…she had taken the trouble to change into a Merry Widow
corset and panties, and was crossing and re-crossing her legs on the
wheelchair. She could tell that Dick was in a lot of pain right now.
The poor thing! Teaching him Forced Edging had been immensely
entertaining. Dick would spend an hour in front of Barbara, jerking his cock
faster and slower, checking her reaction to make sure he was doing the right
thing.
And truly, he was a splendid sight—muscled and handsome, Dick
had always been in good shape, as he’d begun training with the Batman right
after his trapeze artist parents had been killed during his eighth year.
It had been such fun landing her strop over and over on those
gorgeous buns of Dick’s, and watching him sob into his hands…WHACK WHACK WHACK…whenever Babs checked Dick’s grades at Hudson, and saw anything less
than a B, she’d thrash him unmercifully, and eventually Dick had just dropped
out of school to avoid more punishment.
It had been glorious, too, to tease Dick for hours. Sometimes
they’d come back from having foiled a heroin ring, or busted jewel thieves…and
they’d celebrate! Dick would make Babs a nice dinner,
and then strip his costume off…if she was feeling horny, he’d give her a full
body massage, and lick her quim until she’d orgasmed for hours…then he’d bathe her, and help her with
her nails…and then, if he was lucky…
Babs would tie Dick’s hands behind his
back and pour a bit of Lubriderm into her palm and begin stroking and patting
that sweet cock of his. She’d smile, and run her long, pink, tongue across her
even white teeth as she tortured the tip of Dick’s glans
with her long nails, and, ignoring his pleadings to cum, would run her fingers
up and around his stolid shaft…
When her fingers tired of the work, Babs
would lean back and run her toes up and down Dick’s cock and he just went mad
when this was going on. That was one of the many things that paralysis had
ended…
Though Babs could still move her
hands, she couldn’t torture poor Dick with her toes any more…and to be honest,
her hands were fairly tired with all the wheeling about, and being the
key-punching Oracle…so teaching Dick to edge himself had been Babs’s goal these last few years. She almost never touched
Dick at all…though of course he was quite busy between her legs nearly all the
time!
Dick of course was completely obedient, and
understood and was quite sensitive to his disabled girlfriend’s needs and
limitations…but sometimes it was quite difficult for him to have patience. He
really wanted to cum, and looked so pitiful.
Babs smiled at Dick. “Darling Richard…you
really want to cum, dear…you can’t get your mind off it, can you?” Dick shook
his head mournfully as he knelt there, his cock bouncing like a diving board
that had just dislodged Greg Louganis.
Babs shifted a bit in the wheelchair and
her breasts fell together, and the cleavage looked oh, so enticing! Her nipples
hardened behind the thin material, and Dick looked as if he might spring at any
moment at his Mistress,though
he knew that would not be kosher.
“You just can’t help it, can you baby?” Babs
asked this in a little-girl voice, and Dick began shaking and trembling.
“It-it’s so hard, Ma’am, and I’ve tried so hard to please you.” Dick took a
breath, and tried to keep his hands on his knees, and not touch his cock right
now.
“I’ve been so hardworking as a
super-hero, as well as being a police officer in Bludhaven…and
then I come on my days off and I do so much! Today, I cleaned the entire house,
even your dad’s study.” Dick paused for breath, and Barbara looked so
understanding. “And then I went into the closet and knelt on those horrible
rocks…for an hour and a half.” Dick coughed. “And then you had a visitor—“
Babs smiled again, widely. “Yes, Gerry my
hairdresser came by, didn’t he? He did my hair since I can’t go down to the
parlor, being in the chair and all…and then I told him to come up and see you,
baby!”
Dick breathed and nodded. “Yes, and he knocked on the closet
door, ma’am…and I went out and he told me you had—you had—“ Dick looked as if
he might burst into tears. Yup, there was a tear rolling down his handsome
cheek. He couldn’t believe that she’d done what she’d done in the Gerry
case…because men always had these ASSUMPTIONS about Babs…and
they were always mistakes!
“Were you able to service Gerry, dear?”asked Babs gently. “You’ve
had enough practice on the cucumber and all!” Dick nodded miserably. “I made
him feel good—twice!”
Babs smiled again, remembering how
pleased her overweight male hairdresser had been when he’d come back
downstairs. “That gorgeous boy let me fuck his face AND his ass!” was Gerry’s
review, and he’d been quite happy…and had declared Babs’
hairdo was on the house!
“And then I went back into the closet to kneel more, Miss
Barbara…and I stroked myself—“ Dick stopped, breathing
and panting. “You did it slowly, right?” prompted Babs.
Dick nodded manfully. “But it’s been so long since I came,
and I am soooo horny"
“You want me to do something about that big cock, right
Dick?” Babs smiled, and Dick nodded his head, and
looked hopeful. “Well, you cleaned the house, and cleaned Gerry’s dick, and you
jerked yourself…and you deserve to have the erection go away, honey.” Babs looked terribly understanding…”So bring that big dick
right over here!”
Dick looked extremely pleased. It had been eighteen months
since Babs had touched Dick’s dick with her hands,
and a full five years or so since she’d let it touch her mouth or vagina…he had
just hoped that he would be allowed to jerk off completely…
But this might be his lucky day! Dick hopped up and trotted
over to Babs, excitably. “Now I want you to let me
blindfold you and cuff your hands behind your back—“ Dick
did both, so he was standing blindfolded and cuffed right in front of Barbara.
“Now, you’ll get your surprise!” Babs
pulled the Scourge out that she’d used on her Daddy and landed it hard across
Dick’s penis…WHACK WHACK WHACK
Six to eight times the scourge landed and Dick screamed quite loudly, but his
erection went down, and then Dick went down, on the floor.
“Now, darling” Babs continued
sweetly, “I’ve gotten rid of your nasty little erection…and you must get into
your Pinkwing outfit and go help Mistress Dinah to
save your pathetic Batman! Get up so I can unlock you, you silly boy!”
“Well,
goodness…darling…someone has been making mincemeat of you.” Selina
said, as she bent over Bruce’s naked, prone body, cuffed as it was to the
bedposts. Bruce was face down, as he was about to be punished, as Selina had noted that someone had removed Bruce’s chastity
tube.
Bruce could
not very well inform Selina that he was secretly
Batman, and that Poison Ivy had taken off the belt so she could torture his
cock and balls…and so Selina assumed, wrongly, that
Bruce had removed his tube and had an orgasm. Actually, when Nightwing and Black Canary had come to arrest Poison Ivy
and take her away, the last thing Ivy did was lock Bruce up again…teased more
and more…and still chaste! Alas…
So he had to
be punished, for “suspicion of orgasm” But Selina
could tell that there had been some other monkey business going on…Bruce looked
like shit. He’d been whipped by someone, and poor Selina
couldn’t figure out whom!
“It looks as
if—“Selina’s delicious little red nail trailed across
the many nettle scars around Bruce Wayne’s upper buttocks, and accidently poked a long, red weal that had come from when
Poison Ivy had landed him a bit hard with the thorny bundle.
“What, what
on earth happened, dear?” Selina shook her pretty
head. “I can see where you removed your chastity device, and I feel great
sadness and reproach that you would be so disobedient.” Selina
uttered a great sigh. “I can only imagine the young ladies you rogered when the belt was off…you must’ve had thousands of
orgasms. I may not be able to allow you to orgasm for a year now.” Selina ran her red nail across Bruce’s buttocks and he
quivered, and she reached under his butt, and pulled out his long, thick, cock,
and twiddled it between his legs.
“I can’t
imagine who gave you this horrid whipping, though….someone did. I am afraid, of
course that I can’t use that as a reason not to give you the thrashing for
removing the belt.”
Bruce gasped,
feeling Selina’s soft fingers..”Miss Selina, I swear to
you, I’ve not cum since I saw you last…the tube was removed against my will,
and then restored…and I didn’t get to orgasm.” Selina’s
laugh floated…Bruce could see nothing of course, because he was on his stomach,
but he could imagine how amused she was by this unbelievable statement.
“All right
then, give me the details of how you were de-tubed.” Bruce sighed. “I told you, I can’t.” What could he
do? First, he had to keep his identity a secret anyway…secondly, Selina Kyle was reformed now, or so Bruce thought…but she
had at one time been the dreaded Catwoman!
Actually…there was something he’d heard from Oracle that Selina
had returned to her old lifestyle…so he really couldn’t tell her!
Selina gently pumped Bruce’s cock, as she questioned him.”Did
you see another domme? Is that why you have all these
welts?”Selina took one lube-soaked hand and wrapped it around the top of
Bruce’s stiff cock, and stroked it all the way down to his shaft. Then she
pulled her hand up slowly, let go and did the slow stroke with the other hand.
“It breaks my heart that you would see another dominatrix…though I do
appreciate her style with you.” Selina let her
fingers run from Bruce’s balls to the tip of his glans,
where she swirled her tips around and then slid her palm back down the other
half and ended up back down at the balls.
“For seeing another
domme I need to punish you for cheating…that’s twenty
whacks.” Selina brought her palm up to the top of
Bruce’s glans and parked it there with her fingers
held together and stiff, her thumb pointing straight out. She spun her fingers
around as if she were attempting to open a jar.
” And of
course I have to give you another twenty for suspicion of cumming,
because you have obviously had your tube removed and put back on.” Bruce was
gasping with the feeling of having his long-denied cock massaged, and was
trying to get his energy together to deny Selina’s
accusations…but it was difficult!
“And for
being so reticent when I ask you about these experiences…there’s a third twenty
whacks…sixty in all.” Bruce bit his lip and buried his face in the sheets. He
was lucky she didn’t have her Catwoman whip! Selina slipped her hand down into Bruce’s testicles and
grabbed them in her fingers, tugging them away from his scrotum.
“I can’t
believe you won’t be honest with me, dear!” Selina
let go of Bruce’s testicles and brought her fingers together in a goosehead formation, and lightly began stroking his
erection running them all over his genitals.
“You will
probably start talking after I bring out my razor strop!” Selina
said sharply,and Bruce
groaned. That would be enough. Selina idlys scratched the inside of Bruce’s thigh, and he moaned.
It had been so long since he’d had orgasmic relief, and he might not be getting
any now, either.
Selina took both hands, and brought them both down on his shaft, swinging
Bruce’s cock as if it were a Louisville Slugger. “You don’t seem as if you
came, though” Selina said, mystified…”You really must
manufacture your sperm back fast.”
Selina brought her left hand down, letting it stroke the penis from the glans all the way down to the scrotum. At the same time she brought her right hand up to
the top of the shaft, before joining her hands together on Bruce’s cock, having
her fingers lightly touching the sides of the shaft.
Selina flicked the penis back and forth
between her hands by holding on to the loose skin of the shaft. “You just are a
glutton, aren’t you, dear?”
Selina tightened her thumb and forefinger
around the base of the shaft, and pressed down on Bruce’s testicles, cutting
off the blood, and engorging the shaft in her hand.
Bruce was going mad. How could
he convince Selina that he hadn’t cum? Just after Nightwing and Black Canary had taken Poison Ivy into
custody, the Canary had grabbed Batman’s balls and squeezed them until his cock
was limp, and had locked him back in the tube, muttering “someone will be
grateful I did this”. And then she’d given Bruce forty whacks with Ivy’s bundle
of thorns for allowing Ivy to take him into custody in the first place. It had
been viciously painful, worse than when Ivy did it, as the Black Canary was
much more muscular.
So now Bruce’s back and
buttocks and upper thighs were a mass of welts and weals,
and he was in terrible condition.
“I’m not going to start the whipping with the strop, Brucie” Selina remarked as she rose and went to
her large bag, pulling out a large, polished wooden paddle.
Bruce sobbed loudly as Selina commenced the whipping. He was struggling and
screaming…
"That's
fine sweetie" Selina said soothingly, as the
cane left a bright red weal across Bruce's left
cheek. "I understand that you have a lot to announce with that sweet voice
of yours...keep screaming...it amuses the neighbors!"
Selina applied the strokes scientifically,
emitting little coos when she noted that she'd burst a blood blister left from
the thorn whipping of several days before, or when the cane had left a
particularly gruesome mark. Bruce bit the sheets and prayed that he could live
through this flogging.
Selina landed a few with the paddle, and
Bruce screamed loudly…and then came the cane! After leaving a few inch long and
quarter-inch weals, Selina
began smiling broadly. “You certainly are showing, dear.” Bruce looked up
weakly as Selina pushed her cleavage in his face.
“Darling…you’re such a brave boy…let Selina teach you
the right way!” Lines of fire built up across Bruce’s buttocks and he knew he
had to get out of this one, somehow…he’d had just too much over the past few
days.
Selina had fine form as she continued to
land the cane across Bruce’s buttocks and thighs. As Bruce bounced and
screamed, Selina laughed and began quickening her work with the
bamboo. Bruce thought of the times he’d defeated Selina
when she was in her Catwoman guise…and wondered, Is this payback?
Suddenly, he
got an idea of how to get out of this dreadful situation.
”I think I
might have a cramp, Selina, please!” Suddenly, the
cane stopped.
“Oh
you poor thing.” Selina purred.”Have a cramp, do
you?” Bruce felt Selina untying his wrists. He
sniffled dramatically, as she helped him up off the bed. “You poor thing…we
have to get rid of those cramps. Perhaps you should do some jumping jacks!”
“J-jumping
jacks?” Bruce asked faintly. What with his Batman experience, he was not up for
a lot of exercising, and he’d almost asked Alfred not to allow Selina in, not that the butler obeyed him at all. “Come on,
let’s start, darling!”
Bruce began
halfheartedly bouncing up and down, clapping his hands over his head. WHACK! Selina’s cane slashed him right under the arm, and he
screamed! Bruce’s armpit began to sting, and Selina
chortled gleefully.
“No laziness
now…I want you to jumping-jack faster, dear!” Bruce began trying to jump
higher, but he felt so bad! WHACK WHACK WHACK Selina’s cane hit his left
thigh, then his right. Bruce tried to jump away from the slashing cane, but Selina danced right in front of him and landed the cane
smartly on his stomach!
“Where’s all
the cramping?” Selina said sweetly, as she landed the
cane lightly on Bruce’s cheek right near his nose. WHACK! The cane landed again
on his left shoulder.
“You aren’t
cramped, dear, you’re just lazy!” Selina dashed
behind Bruce and began landing her cane up and down and across her captive’s
buttocks. Bruce forgot the jumping jacks and began running around the bedroom,
until Selina leaped-catlike over the bed and tripped
him to the floor. “Push ups now!” she screamed.landing
her cane up and down and across her captive’s buttocks. Bruce forgot the
jumping jacks and began running around the bedroom, until Selina
leaped-catlike over the bed and tripped him to the floor. “Push ups now!” she
screamed.
Bruce
tried to get off the floor, just to feel Selina’s
cane slashing his shoulders and lower back. Again and again the cane landed
until Bruce began doing regular push-ups. “There we go. I’ll not touch you with
the cane if you can do a hundred.” Selina said
stoutly.
At
seventy-eight, the well-built Bruce Wayne collapsed, and the cane landed
viciously until he finished the one hundred , and
added three! “Now on your back, honey…I know it’ll hurt with all those
mysterious welts” Selina said, laughing. But Bruce
rolled over, looking up at his gorgeous girlfriend’s covered breasts. “Now up
and down…sit-ups!”
After
forty-two, Bruce began flagging. Selina bent down and
began playing with his cock. “I know you can do a hundred, honey” she crooned
as her crimson nail toyed with his bulging glans.
Bruce gasped. WHACK! Suddenly, the cane slashed his penis.
“I
don’t want you to get too distracted, sweetheart!” Selina
said, her cane lifting off the welted penis. “Now start sit-upping again.”
After Bruce had done twelve crunches, Selina began
teasing him again; after twenty-four, the cane left another red mark across the
shrinking shaft.
“Now deep knee bends!” By the time Selina had run out of exercises,
Bruce was happy to hop back on the bed and take the rest of his thrashing quietly.
The whipping was over, and Bruce was bent on
his knees in front of Selina, who had changed into a
tiny miniskirt and snug white T-shirt. “I am going clubbing…honey. Would you
like to accompany me?” Bruce bit his lip. It had been an awful night, and he
really wasn’t up to dancing. “I don’t think so, Miss Selina.”
“You sure
about that, Brucie?” Selina
asked lazily. “You know, I might be well disposed to giving you some relief…if
you gave me a good time!” Bruce looked hopeful, and his cock was swelling up
again. Selina hadn’t put the tube back on.
“C’mon
honey…I am starting to believe that something might have happened against your
will.” Selina’s high heel poked Bruce’s strained penis. “And yes, it’s quite obvious that you
haven’t cum!” She smiled, and Bruce watched hungrily as Selina
put fire-engine red lip gloss on. “Come out and have fun with me, dear!”
She actually
allowed Bruce to dress without putting his chastity tube on. He wondered if he
should bring his Batman costume, and then figured it would be safe in the trunk
of the limo. Alfred drove through the Gotham night,
arriving finally at the Satan’s Rectum, a club in Northeast Gotham.
“ This will
be quite a night, Brucie. ‘Stuck Pig’ and ‘Richard
Scalpel & the Abortions’ are playing tonight.” Selina
said with a giggle. Bruce, whose tastes ran more to Mantovani,
was silent. Surrounded by leather clad people with various shades of hair,
ranging from hot pink to bright green (was it him?) the couple entered the club.
Selina backed up slightly at one point as
they walked to the table, and stroked Bruce’s leaden cock, heavy with
unreleased cum. Selina smiled up at Bruce, girlishly,
and he felt as if he couldn’t place her with the evil Catwoman
who danced from roof to roof, sometimes landing on a gargoyle by one palm,
swaying her glorious suede covered body over the city streets.
Bruce
watched dumbly as Selina greeted old friends, kissing
their cheeks and hugging them. And then there he was—the Joker! The hair stood
up on the back of Bruce’s neck. Selina hugged the
Joker, and then her crimson lips met his in a red smack. “Bruce, you’ve met the
owner of the Rectum, haven’t you?” Selina smiled as
Bruce reluctantly shook hands with the white faced clown with green hair and
red lips.
The Joker
laughed uproariously at the look on Bruce Wayne’s face. “Wonderful to see you,
Mr. Wayne…Welcome to the Rec, as I like to call it!”
The Joker snapped his fingers, and Harley Quinn, his clown assistant, showed
them to a table near the stage.
Bruce
noticed that Harley Quinn was not in her usual weird outfit…she looked quite
pretty in a little blue dress, though the makeup was still there. God, her tits
are big, he thought.
As they sat
down, Bruce whispered in Selina’s ear.”The
man is a mass murderer, a serial killer, AND an armed robber…he’s a fugitive
from justice, Selina.” Selina
looked at Bruce with an amused smile. “No, no…Brucie…the
Joker has been pardoned by President Luthor…isn’t
that wonderful?” Selina’s knee gently prodded Bruce’s
hard cock.
Presidential
pardons had always bothered Bruce…but this was much worse than Ford pardoning
Nixon, or Bush pardoning Weinburger…Jesus.
What kind of
president would…oh yeah. Of course. Poor Clark. At least my villains don’t seek
public office…the Clayface would not have the
brilliant profile, and the Penguin is too short. Bruce felt Selina’s
delicate little hand playing with the lump in his trousers. “Forget about the
Joker, darling…he’s reformed…now I want to dance.” Bruce attempted to rise, but
Selina gently pushed him back into his seat.
“No, I want
to meet different people here to dance, if you know what I mean!” Selina gave Bruce a big wet one on the cheek, and got up
and began dancing with a thuggish looking Mohawk type. God, I thought we were
engaged, Bruce blinked as he watched Selina grind
into the guy’s chest, her crotch almost making sparks against his.
“She’s a
friendly girl, eh?” Bruce jumped, as he turned and saw the garish Harley Quinn,
standing next to him. Harley had a bit of clown makeup on, though not quite as
bad as her employer. Harley sat down next to Bruce. “I really don’t need any
company.” Bruce said shortly.
“Aaw…c’mon, Mr. Wayne.” Harley gave him limpid eyes, as her
little hand traveled to the even more present bulge in Bruce’s pants. “Don’t
you like girls? She likes boys” Harley pointed out, as they both watched Selina plunging her tongue into Mohawks mouth, while
another man behind her danced up and ran his hands over her breasts.
Bruce could
tell that Selina didn’t mind, as she was a 4th
level black belt, and could debilitate both men in one swing. No, she was
enjoying herself.
Bruce’s eyes widened as Mohawk lifted Selina by her rear end, and pushed his crotch behind her,
as she switched her wandering tongue to the other man’s mouth. Bruce felt
Harley’s fingers unzipping him, and against his will, his cock shot out of the
fly.
Bruce gasped
as Harley began gently pumping his thrusting cock. “Really, this isn’t a good
idea” Bruce said, thinking: Selina will kill me if I
let this little minx make me orgasm! He looked over at Harley, whose eyes
danced, and watched her little moist tongue trot across her teeth.
“Why isn’t
it a good idea, Mr. Wayne?” Harley asked with a lilt in her voice. “Don’t you
like the way my hand feels?” Bruce closed his eyes, and silently willed himself
not to cum. “Go on, honey…let yourself squirt…you deserve it. I know Selina’s so mean to you…”
“Harley
wants you to have a good time” the little voice whispered in Bruce’s ear. “And
she’s going to see that you get it!” Suddenly, Harley slipped under the table,
and Bruce felt his belt being unbuckled, and his pants being pulled down, and
felt Harley’s long nails massaging his cock, and then…miracle of miracles…his
cock was being taken in her mouth! Bruce gasped as the clownesses
long tongue began flicking his frenulum.
Bruce felt
Harley licking his bulging glans and shaft, flicking
her tongue rapidly around the glans, and then bending
her head to nibble his swollen ball sack. Bruce saw Harley’s hand come up and
grasp her vodka, and bring it down under the table. He heard a gargle, and then
his penis stung, but in a delicious sort of way…Harley was running her vodka
lined mouth across his shaft!
“Are you
having fun, Bruce?” Selina was leaning over the
table, though Mohawk’s hand was on her ass. Bruce bit his lip…what would she
say if she knew that Bruce was getting a
blowjob under the table? “I hope you’re not bored…Iggy
here is an old friend…”
“Oh,
no…all’s well” Bruce said, wondering whether Harley’s long legs were poking out
from under the table. She was sucking away somewhat noisly.
His cock felt great…and he wondered if he should just risk it all and cum in
Harley’s velvety mouth. Selina winked at him. “Well Iggy wants to show me something in the back room” I’ll bet
he does, Bruce thought resentfully. “But when I return, I’ll give you personal
attention, dearest!”
Selina winked, and danced off, and Bruce’s
legs shook as Harley’s soft mouth began slurping and sucking along. Bruce felt
Harley licking his frenulum, the indentation between
his cockhead and his shaft under his penis.
Bruce felt his semen charging from his
testicles…oh, this is so wonderful, he thought. Harley’s long tongue kept
tickling the shaft with a rare energy…Bruce couldn’t believe it was going this
well.
Harley
breathed deeply and began sucking faster. Bruce felt Harley reaching under his asscheeks, and felt her pushing her finger in his ass,
tickling his prostate gland…this made Bruce crazy! Bruce felt Harley’s tongue
flatten, further dampening his frenulum, and then,
amazingly, felt Harley’s tongue inserting into his froeskin,
encircling the head.
Harley
pulled her finger out from Bruce’s anus and began stroking the sensitive
perineum area, between the scrotum and the rear end…oh this was wonderful!
Bruce began
to gasp…It was coming, it was coming…Suddenly, he felt a harsh bite on the
middle of his dick. Aaah..Harley was biting him,
hard…he screamed, and everyone turned around, and all the music stopped,
Richard Scalpel quitting his song in the middle of “My mother is a scum-sucking
weasel”.
Harley
jumped up, and threw the table over, and the entire club looked at Bruce Wayne,
standing up with no pants or undies on…his cock
bleeding.
Harley turned to Selina, who came out, with her teeth in a grimace. “You were right, Selina” Harley said. “You wanted me to test him…he’s a cheater!” Selina gritted her teeth. “You should have bitten his cock off.” In the background, the sobbing Bruce Wayne could hear the Joker’s screaming laughter.
Oooh, it’s so disgusting…a big, hairy
cock in my mouth. Bruce gagged on the big, veiny
penis, and tried desperately to keep from vomiting, but his face shook a
little. WHACK! The trucker’s heavy hand boxed Bruce’s left ear. “Suck, boy!”
Bruce Wayne, society billionaire of
For the past forty-five minutes, Bruce had been forced to
give blowjobs to all male patrons of the Rectum, or at least those of whom had
donated a dollar to the
Oh, God…it’s so disgusting…like a
train wreck, Bruce thought…you suck and suck on the damn things, and then you
know it’s coming…so to speak..and
your mouth is filled with disgusting goo!
Bruce suddenly felt his ears grabbed by the burly trucker who’s penis was in his mouth. The trucker pushed Bruce from
the back of the head toward his crotch, sending the dick down Bruce’s throat,
and Bruce’s gag reflex rebelled, but the trucker wouldn’t let go of Bruce’s head. “Skull-fucking, baby!” The trucker laughed as
Bruce gagged around the cock “Come on, Wayne, you punk, you rich asshole” The
trucker’s laugh roared in Bruce’s ears. “You better do a good job or I’ll kick
your fuckin’ teeth in!”
Another guy, who Bruce had just finished off, laughed. “Yeah,
he would give a smoother skull-fuck with no teeth, right?” All the patrons
laughed uproariously over the music emanating from the club.
Through blurry eyes, Bruce saw some of the other fellows who
had already spurted in his exhausted mouth, zipping up their pants and
wandering out of the bathroom, snickering.
One guy, dressed in a Gotham Public
Sanitation coverall, had actually peed in Bruce’s mouth before the blowjob
commenced!
Outside the men’s room, the dancing was wild, and Stuck Pig’s
vocalist, Shithead Weinberg was singing a brilliant
rendition of “Mama burned down my Montessori”
Selina Kyle was having a wonderful time,
bumping and grinding with the Joker, who of course was laughing wildly.
This night was in full feather for Selina,
who couldn’t believe the degradation she’d put her Brucie
through! What more can I do to him, she laughed. And the poor motherfucker
still hasn’t cum!
Harley Quinn was leaning on the wall outside the men’s room,
taking donations in a large glass bowl from the long line of men going in to be
fellated by the unfortunate playboy. She was quite pleased with herself…what
trouble I’ve caused, she thought.
Meanwhile, Bruce’s eyes were filled with tears as the trucker
finally shot his load, actually pulling his dick out after filling Bruce’s
mouth with spew to wipe the leftover cum all
over Bruce’s handsome face.
Bruce struggled with the handcuffs binding his wrists to his
buttocks as another man’s dick came up. Bruce looked up. A guy with a cowboy
hat that Bruce had often seen panhandling outside the Wayne Foundation was
looking down at him, unzipping his crotch. This one is too familiar. I just
sucked him off twenty minutes ago!
Not to mention that he’s unbathed,
and I think a louse may have crawled in my mouth from this, Bruce thought.
“Hey, I did you already…I already sucked you off!”
Bruce was immensely annoyed, as the last of the trucker’s
residue dripped off his chin. Oh, his knees hurt. He had to take a stand with
this guy…”It’s bad enough that I have to suck all these patrons, without
repeats!” But the pandhandling Cowboy was adamant.
“Man, I paid for another shot…I bummed the change, and gave it to Miss Quinn,
who said you’d suck whoever paid you, repeats or not! After all, it’s fer charity, the
Another guy in a janitor’s uniform, sitting on the sink said
“That’s right, you faggot asshole, don’t you want the
poor to get the money through this fundraiser?”
More laughter resonated through the men’s room. Outside they
could hear Harley’s strident voice “Come one, come all, cum in the mouth of
Bruce took a serious stand…but in the end…he sucked the Joker’s
dick…because villain or not, fellating his arch-enemy
led to being able to jerk off twice on a dirty bathroom floor…and isn’t that
what a submissive’s life is all about?
Ollie looked up as Dinah moved back and forth on the board. “No, please…Dinah, don’t do this to me.” As Mrs. Greenblatt dropped her humongous panties and lowered herself on Ollie’s face he screamed, “I’d rather suck off the Joker!” and Dinah laughed. “I know you would! Now get licking!”
Julie continued
to toy with Oswald’s tumescent testicles. Oh, he was sooo hard!
Selina
chuckled, and bent over a paper shopping bag near her feet. “I stopped at Home
Depot before I came here today, Pengy.” Selina pulled out a large
wood-and-metal rat trap. “I picked up these expanded trigger, professional
Spring-loaded rodent-backbreaking heavy duty snap traps are designed to kill
giant sized rats, made by Gerbiljaws ™ with an expanded bait pedal, making
trapping easier, or so they say in the advertisements.”
“Well, that’s the question, isn’t it,
dear?” asked Selina. “I think you’ll tell me whatever I want to know!”
Oswald felt the water flowing into his body, just as he’d had it
the first time, flooding his rectum and moving into its intestines. He began
feeling severe cramps “Hold it, dear…hold it…do we have the butt plug? No?
Well…hold it anyway….Oh, dear!
All of a sudden Oswald Cobblepot let go,
bursting shit, soap, water and Vaseline all over the floor. “Well now, are we
going to have to bring you down to lick all this up, dearest?” Selina asked in a lilting voice.
There was a knock on the door. “Oh, she’s here.” Selina smiled at Oswald. The door opened, and Poison Ivy
came in, followed by two men lugging a large box. She walked calmly up to the
table, and embraced Selina. “I have something that I
think will work for you, Selina…” Oswald’s eyes
goggled as the two men put the box on the table. “These are
“Yes, you’ve guessed, darling…it’s the Dionaea muscipula,
mor e popularly known as the Venus Fly Trap!” Ivy
said, smiling. “And if you can’t tell Selina what she
wants to know…it’s going to eat your cock!”
My God, the thing is growing! Suddenly, it was too much. “Bruce
Willis!” the Penguin screamed. Selina looked puzzled.
“What?Bruce Willis, the
actor?” Selina cocked her head. “What about him…”
“He was cute in ‘Die Hard’, and ‘Nobody’s Fool’” contributed Julie
“And that Moonlighting series with Cybill Shepherd,
remember in seventh grade, we watched it together Selina?”
Ivy asked. “When we were in the Girl’s Reformatory?”
“What about Bruce Willis?” Selina asked.
“I was asking you who the Batman is!” Oswald nodded. “That’s right! It was a
diamond trade show we were robbing, and Bruce Willis was playing the Batman as
a sort of gimmick…his career is down now…and so he was playing the Batman as a
actor thing…I ran in to get the diamonds, Willis was in my way, and I ripped
his mask off, I noted who the actor was, and then I took the diamonds….but I
doubt he was really the Batman!”
Selina gasped. “You mean,
it wasn’t the other Bruce W.?” The Penguin shook his head as Julie disgustedly
let him down from the manacles. “What Bruce W? are you
talking about? I have no idea who the real Batman is,
he’s probably some supercop or something.”
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