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The Birthday Present	By : BlackTigerDragon Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 13487 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hi all. Sorry I haven't updated this in a while. My inspiration for my 'porn' stories comes and goes. I am lucky to write one chapter of these every three months. I saw that I am getting a review or two for this one so I thought I would continue it. I already have many chapters written. Maybe I will post those later.
Thank you for your reviews. I am trying to start a writing career for my vanilla persona and I am using fanfiction like this for practice. I don't expect much to come from them. But please be honest in your reviews.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from DC, or Batman and make nothing from this fic.
The taste of chloroform still lingered in his mouth. Now it was joined by the bitter taste of rubber. He had been gagged. He could feel the hard wood of the chair under his ass. Both wrists were tied, and both feet had been tightly tied to the chair legs. He had been in this position many times before. Considering the Twins line of work, their choice in gag was not surprising. He heard them talking to each other in their odd little way.
“It appears our guest wakes, brother.”
“You get the blade, brother, I'll start with the arms, you can do the legs.”
Batman curled his fingers into a fist. He left his eyes closed. He chose to wait until the blade touched him to strike. One of the twins approached the chair. He felt a hand grip the sleeve of his costume, he inhaled, waiting for the pain.
The cold blade slid smoothly through the fabric, avoiding his skin. The twin removed the sleeves, then started on his torso, slicing around the armour underneath.
Batman released his breath in relief.
(So much for the batsuit)
The twin got up to admire his handiwork.
“He is very attractive, is he not, brother.”
“Yes, brother,” said the other as he came around from behind.
The first twin now took his place behind Batman and placed his hands firmly down on his shoulders. The second twin took his knife to Batmans leggings.
Batman shivered.
He remembered the disappearances from their clubs and the strange things that went on there. Horrible ideas for what they had in store for him flew through his head.
(They are just messing around. This is part of their game. You need to learn the rules to play.)
Predict their moves, like one of Jokers sick games. He wondered if they were related to the clown.
The second twin grasped his naked thigh. His leggings had been stripped away, leaving him in nothing but his briefs.
“May I do the honours, brother?” the twin at his feet grinned.
“As long as I get the first turn to play with our new toy.” the other twin replied.
The second twins hands slid up to the hem of his briefs.
“What a shame we can't fuck him yet.” the twin said as he yanked the soft garment down over Batman's hips.
Batman gasped as his vulnerable parts were exposed.
“Yes, brother. But we must save him for the Master.” the first twin said as he cupped Batman's jaw in his hand, forcing him to look into the twins bi-coloured eyes. “But that shouldn't stop us from playing with him. He has a very nice figure.”
(The Master)
New information. So the Twins weren't the top of the chain after all. They were also underbosses to something much bigger.
He grunted as his underpants were yanked down to his knees.
The first twin suddenly addressed him, “How do you like to be played with, Bats?” he purred in his ear.
Batman shivered.
“You already seem comfortable being tied up.” the second twin added.
“They all seem to like that, don't they brother?” said the first, “Superheroes are begging to be tied up and played with, why else would they go out dressed like that?”
“Shall we start here or take him to the table?”
“Take him to the table, brother, we can both be very hands on there.”
“Those gloves and boots look awfully cute on him. Can we leave them on with the mask and cape?”
“Yes brother, I think they do look very good on him.”
The second twin reached for something in his pocket. Batman recognized it instantly.
“Now, Batman, we still have this.”
The Taser.
“You didn't seem to enjoy it last time.” the first giggled.
“But the sounds you made were very erotic.” the second added, “That being said, will you behave and let us take you to the table? You go a bit stiff when we play with this, so I guess either way we get to do anything we want to you.”
Batman stared at the taser.
(Best avoid it for now)
He nodded. Whatever they did to him, he would rather have control over his limbs.
They untied him and pulled him to his feet. He had a twin restraining each arm as they led him to a kitchen table.
“On your back, there's a good boy.”
He stared at the table for a moment, unsure of what they were planning to do to him. From their conversation, he had some idea of what they had planned for later. He chose to let them do what they wanted for now. He had to keep them talking about their plans, as he always did with villains, and the twins were achieving that just fine between them.
He let them lay him down on the table. One stood at his head to pin his arms to the surface, the other moved to the other end.
Batman suddenly regretted his decision to play nice. The twin at the other end climbed up onto the table and hung over him. The twin cupped his face firmly.
“What a shame we can't see his pretty eyes properly.” the twin murmured.
“Show me what that mouth can do, instead.” the other replied.
The first twin removed the ballgag.
Batman's throat closed over. He was trapped underneath this twin. Whatever this twin wanted, escape wasn't going to be easy. The other twin had his arms pinned against the hard wooden table, his brother's breath was cold against Batman's cheek.
The first twin suddenly lowered over his face. He closed his eyes. He felt the man's soft lips against his. Batman froze.
The kiss was slow and curious.
Leather creaked as his hands balled into a fist. He felt a thumb stroke his skin under the edge of his mask. The man's breath was hot as his tongue forced its way into Batman's mouth. Batman grunted and tried to squirm away from them, struggling to find his own breath. His boots slipped on his cape. He felt the fabric tangle around his left ankle.
The twin finally released him.
“I am getting hard, brother.” The twin at his head moaned.
“So am I.” the other growled.
“And so is he, by the looks of it.” the one at his head purred.
Batman tried to clamp his legs together over his own Judas cock.
The twins mouth returned to his face and travelled down his neck to his torso.
“Don't be ashamed, Batman.” the twin at his head whispered, “We want to know what arouses you, that would be very useful to Master.” he then yanked Batman's chin upward. He saw the twins white eye flash before their lips met. As the second twin caught his mouth he felt the warm mouth of the other trap his nipple. Delicate fingers moved down his shaft and slipped under his balls. He moaned underneath them as they took what they wanted. They were both slow and surprisingly gentle. His body quivered at their touch. He was frozen again. His mind screamed to fight, but his body weakly surrendered to them, craving to be touched again and again. The twin moved further down his torso as his fingers explored Batman's cock. Another set of fingers found his nipple. The hand at his cock began to slowly stroke his shaft. His grunts of protest had become moans of pleasure.
“He's very sensitive, isn't he brother?”
The fingers tugged painfully at his nipple. The pain mingled with pleasure, confusing his mind, lost in pleasure.
Another tongue forced its way into his mouth. A warm mouth touched the tip of his cock. Finally, Batman couldn't take the overstimulation anymore. He squirmed again, this time truly attempting escape.
If he could kick BJ Twin in the face, that could give him enough time to grab the other by the throat...
He tried to kick at the twin, but he had predicted Batman's sudden outburst and firmly grasped both his thighs and forced them apart. This gave him easier access to Batman's cock, and he teased Batman with it by taking the entire shaft into his mouth.
Batman gasped. The other twin suddenly twisted his nipple hard. Batman screamed and responded to the punishment but biting down on the tongue that invaded his mouth. The twin at his head suddenly pulled away.
“Someone is fiesty.” he purred.
Then Batman heard the sound of someone pulling down a zip.
(Shit)
“You're not getting away that easy.”
He saw the cock approaching him.
“N-no! Don-” his protest was cut off as the member was forced into his mouth.
“Don't bite so hard this time.” the twin giggled.
Batman tried to claw at the one at his head, but the twin had pinned his arms firmly to the hard table surface. He could only weakly struggle as he felt the slick invader slide along his tongue. At the same time, a soft mouth was expertly working his own cock. The twins worked in unison, matching their rhythms, and he was trapped between them.
His throat suddenly closed up. He could feel the bile rising from his stomach.
(Please stop this quickly before I vomit on you)
He tried his best to suck, to make him come quicker as the twin thrust hard into his mouth. Suddenly the twin plunged his thick cock further down his unexpecting throat. Batman gagged. His entire body became tense. He was back in Fight Mode, struggling to breathe while pleasure spread throughout his body. He choked on the cock. The twin at his head gave soft grunts of pleasure.
Suddenly he felt the hot liquid shooting down his throat.
(Shit! Don't come in me!)
But the twins refused to release him after that. The twin at his head kept plunging his cock hard down his throat.
“You must swallow every drop if you want to release, Batman.”
He obediently tried to swallow, mostly to avoid choking to death.
Hi, entire body quivered in pleasure and his own cock finally released into the other twins mouth.

“He is very responsive, brother.” said one twin, “Master will enjoy him.”
Batman tried to clamp his legs together to cover his shame.
They returned him to the chair and tied him to it and forced the ballgag back into his mouth.
“You will forgive us for cutting this short, Batman.” one of the twins said, “But we have work to do.”
“We will continue playing when we have returned. Then you will meet the Master.”
They left him alone, bound to the chair.
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