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Bat Hunting	By : BadGrayson Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 7777 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman nor any other of the characters in this story. This is a work of FanFiction and I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Three:

Police Brutality
“MMMNNNHHH!!!”
As Bruce struggled to muffle his painful outcry, he bit his teeth hard into the blanket while Richard forced his monstrously thick cock into Bruce’s virgin asshole. To escape from the explosion of eye-watering pain in his anus, Bruce Wayne’s mind became a sudden flash of red until it created another strange dream for him to take shelter in.
A strange dream which disguised itself as a memory…
In his dream, it was almost eight years ago, back to the time when Richard had been eighteen. This was to be the last day of Robin, the Boy Wonder - Bruce’s loyal partner and the best friend he’d ever had. In this dream, it was only hours away from Richard letting go of his Robin identity and leaving to attend freshman classes at a faraway Hudson University.
In his heart, Bruce knew that this would their very last patrol together. Their lives were now at a turning point, the sad end of a storied chapter for the legendary Dynamic Duo. But as Bruce had constantly reminded the boy, education was of the utmost importance. Dick had to take these steps in the hollowed halls of learning to finally become a man.
As Robin was preparing to face perhaps the last vigilante adventure which awaited the two of them, an anxious Bruce had inadvertently walked in on the lad without realizing that Dick had only just started putting on his familiar, bright uniform.
The image of an almost naked Richard had become instantly etched into Bruce’s memory for eternity.
But this was only a dream…
Dressed in his own Batman outfit, Bruce couldn’t help but silently stare at the incredibly athletic body of the young man, lean and taut with battle-hardened muscles. All the while, Dick stared back innocently at him… wearing nothing more than the flesh-coloured tights of his Robin costume.
Before he could prevent himself, Bruce’s attention had instinctively dropped to the spot between the teenager’s legs…
Where he froze and stared at the largest cock he had ever seen.
As Bruce looked on, unable to speak or even tear his transfixed gaze away from the enormous length of penis that ran halfway down the young man’s thigh beneath clear tights, he became even more enthralled when he noticed that Richard’s lengthy cock was actually growing...
Getting bigger… and harder and… until it pushed its way upwards into his tights, straining for release against the waistband.
It was bigger than any cock he had ever seen, at least four inches longer and as thick as his own.
Bruce remembered falling to his knees in awe of Richard’s enormous penis, kneeling at the altar of this monster cock. He vividly remembered as it was slowly brought closer to him, an offering from the Gods, the excitement now welling up in Bruce ‘s heart as he waited… Until the throbbing cock was finally only mere inches away from his moist, breathless lips and then…
Darkness.
The dream suddenly ended. It was as though some dream-land editor could never permit Bruce to envision the immoral acts which would come afterwards. Bruce had been haunted by these kind of nightmares involving sex with a younger Dick for years now, and they always ended the same way…
In darkness.
Before anything ever happened.
But this was happening.
His dreams had never hurt like this.
Bruce’s mind snapped back to the present, registering the fact that his asshole had become a gaping ring of fire, stretched to the absolute limits around Richard’s thick manhood, as the young man had now forced the first three inches into him.
It was all that Bruce could do to stifle the cries of agony as Richard continued to slowly work his massive fuck-stick deeper into his lubricated ass. As Richard slid his wide cock in-and-out of Bruce’s sphincter, the older man could only make small groans of pain between these small, purposeful strokes…
And begin to feel the stirrings of pleasure.
While Richard had wasted no time in making his captive accommodate his enormous girth, Bruce knew that the younger man was actually going easy on him. If Dick had currently pushed four inches into his fragile insides, Bruce knew that the other eight inches were waiting patiently outside, anxious to join the exploration party.
“Jesus Bruce, you’re as tight as ever...”
Of course he was tight! He’d never had someone’s giant cock shoved up his ass while being handcuffed and wearing stockings before. Was this Richard’s way of telling him to relax?...
Bruce’s questions disappeared into shock as Richard promptly slid another two inches into him, catching Bruce by surprise and prompting a sudden groan. Once those two extra inches of massive cock were firmly embedded inside of him, Bruce instinctively wriggled his butt, attempting to achieve a more comfortable position for the fleshy rolling pin now jammed into his ass.
He yelped as he felt the stinging smack across his ass when Richard slapped his butt… hard.
“Mmmm… Shake that ass, you little bitch... You want more of this big cock, don’t you? You’re such a little fuck-slut, Bruce.”
Now poised with length to work with, Dick was able to pump Bruce’s pinned ass with authority. As Richard pulled his hips back, Bruce felt the emptiness grow inside him as though his innards were collapsing…
Until Richard suddenly put it all back in again, filling him and electrifying his senses.
For all of its immense size and the initial pain it had caused, Bruce was beginning to enjoy the feel of Richard’s massive cock sliding in-and-out of his ass, slowly being pushed further-and-further into his depths.
Jesus, it felt like Heaven to finally be able to let himself go and have this beautiful man take full control of him. To do whatever the exceptionally well-hung Richard wanted to do to him.
To fuck him.
Through the discomfort, Bruce hadn’t even realized that his own cock had stayed rock hard during Richard’s sexual foray into his rectum. Wayne smiled when he realized that his ass wasn’t the only part of him that enjoyed being fucked. If Dick’s fingers had managed to turn him on previously, this massive cock was now driving his own cock insane!
He almost wept with a passionate desire to touch himself, to clasp his hand over the aching length of his own cock and finally release the pressure of three years of involuntary abstinence… But the handcuffs made that impossible.
If Richard were to reach around and stroke Bruce’s throbbing member right now, Bruce knew he would explode with a gush of semen, instantly blowing his entire load within seconds.
But for now, it was Richard’s cock which must be satisfied. Every sensational fiber of Bruce’s being seemed to be centralized around the stiff, gigantic cock that was pushing into the very limits of his ass.
Bruce let out a low moan as his rectum finally became accustomed to Richard’s massive shaft moving back-and-forth across it. After tender minutes of easing that monstrous appendage into his lubricated ass, he realized that Dick would now be able to fuck him properly.
With a final hip thrust that made Bruce’s eyes water, he felt the young man’s powerful hips retract and then slam against his own butt cheeks once more, causing a quick gasp. The expedition had finally reached the summit. Dick was now fully inside of him.
And for the first time since he had been entered, Bruce heard Richard Grayson also utter a small moan. But Bruce’s moment of triumph was short-lived as he felt Richard pull his long, hard shaft halfway out of his grasping ass and then slam it back into him… again… and again, faster and faster.
Fucking him relentlessly.
The slapping sounds that Richard’s fit young body made as it rammed against Bruce’s ass cheeks brought tears of joy to his eyes. This fast and merciless pounding transported Bruce to the point where he was in danger of losing his grip on reality. Richard was literally fucking him senseless… the way Bruce was meant to be fucked.
Until this very moment, he had never known pure joy.
Through the stockings, Bruce barely registered the fact that Richard’s powerful hands had now locked onto him behind each knee. With amazing strength, Richard used his muscular arms to tilt Bruce’s entire upper body upwards - so that his captive’s cuffed hands became buried into the younger man’s rock-hard midriff, and Bruce’s broad back came to a rest against Dick’s chest.
Using nothing more than his powerful arms and his massive cock as a lever, Richard had picked up Bruce and put him into a standing reverse stand-and-carry position. Bruce’s black stocking-clad knees were now tightly pressed against his own shoulders, his body was completely suspended against Richard’s chest.
And his ass was completely at Richard’s mercy.
Like some giant fuck toy, Dick bounced Bruce helplessly up-and-down on his meaty pogo stick, completely penetrating into his inner most depths. As Bruce cried out in raspy screams with each deep, bouncing thrust, he struggled to remain conscious from the throbbing waves of pleasure crashing throughout him.
Bruce’s pleasure had been so great that he had remained oblivious as his lover walked with him across the room to the large dressing mirror hanging on his wall. When Bruce’s knees were suddenly planted against the mirror, he opened his eyes in surprise to see his own reflection staring back at him.
Even in the dim light, Bruce saw the tears of joys streaming from his eyes. Between his two legs which were wrapped in black stockings, Bruce witnessed the reflection of his own painfully erect and throbbing cock in the reflection of the glass. His sweating body heaved as Richard’s cock pounded back-and-forth out of his ecstatic ass.
Behind him, Richard’s electric blue eyes were watching him intensely now, watching the blissful expression on Bruce’s face as the young man forcefully thrust his powerful hips upward and plunged all twelve of his steely inches deep into Bruce’s tight ass.
“Who’s that little slut in the mirror, Bruce?”
“…Me.”
“So it is… But now I’m going to show you who… you really are.”
“…Who… am I?”
“You’re my little cock-whore, Bruce… You belong to me.”
To emphasize his ownership of Bruce’s ass, Richard slammed his thick pole deeper into Bruce, causing an instant spasm of pleasure deep within the older man. As Richard fucked his pressed captive harder and harder against the mirror, the muscular stud cocked his head to the side and throatily whispered into Bruce’s ear.
“You’re my little cock-whore… Now tell me who your Daddy is.”
Bruce moaned, desperately attempting to muster a response while Richard fucked him with wild abandon, compressing the very air from his lungs, still asking the question…
“Who’s your fucking Daddy, cock-whore?!”
As Bruce suddenly felt the pressure of his own orgasm erupting, he snapped open his eyes, helplessly casting a euphoric gaze into Richard’s intense blue eyes reflected in the mirror.
“… You’re my Daddy... Fuck me harder… Daddy!”
With his forced confession, Bruce couldn’t hold it back any longer.
Without even being fondled, three years worth of cum now burst out of his throbbing cock like a white geyser. Hot streams of semen sprayed across his own reflection in the mirror, climaxing with his own hot, sticky cum plastered across the reflection of his own gasping mouth.
Behind him, Richard smirked, gazing at the obscene, white, sticky portrait that Bruce had painted across the mirror.
“That’s a good look for you... Christ, even your reflection is a cum-starved whore. Do you want me to pull out and blow my load all over your pretty face as well?”
Bruce weakly shook his head…
He wanted Richard to cum inside him.
As if sensing his innermost desires, Richard’s own body grew tense, forcing his breathing to become more labored, his thrusts more spastic… Until Bruce finally heard Dick’s final loud moan and felt the young man’s own massive orgasm explode deep within him.
Beads of his own semen still trickled from Bruce’s satiated penis when Richard exploded into his roughshod ass, filling Bruce with joy.
An incredible haze slowly washed over Bruce’s euphoric senses as he felt Dick slide out of his weary ass and then easily carry him in his arms back to the bed, gently placing Bruce back onto its rumpled, disheveled covers.
He really was a little cock-whore.
Richard slowly put his uniform back on, admiring Bruce’s naked body lying contentedly on the bed as he dressed. When he had finished and gathered up his things, Richard Grayson leaned over and kissed the relaxed Bruce tenderly on his lips, cupping the older man’s cheek with his hand.
“Stay out of trouble, lover-boy. We’ll talk tomorrow, alright?”
Through the fog of happiness now dancing across his vision and twirling back into his satisfied brain, Bruce only managed to reply with one breathless word…
“…Yeah.”
Richard smiled down charmingly at him, straightened his tie, picked up his briefcase and then walked away to get back to work. As Officer Grayson reached the bedroom doorway, the statuesque stud called out to a nearly unconscious Bruce Wayne, almost as if by afterthought, not even bothering to cast his gaze backwards.
“I’ll just give the handcuff key to Alfred on my way out, then.”
And with those words - which barely registered in Bruce’s euphoric consciousness - the Master of Wayne Estate was now alone in his bedroom again, lost in a rare state of absolute bliss.
Bruce could still feel the moisture of Richard’s semen trickling out of him, the silky feel of the sheer black stockings on his legs as they rubbed against the bed spread, the afterglow of his first mind-blowing orgasm in three long years, and the cold steel of the handcuffs which still bound his sore wrists…
Wait.
Did Richard just say he was giving the key to Alfred…?
Fuck!!!
There was no way in Hell that Bruce could let Alfred see him like this!
With a sudden rush of adrenaline, Bruce hopped unsteadily back to his feet and then over to his headboard, diving clumsily back onto the bed and placing squirming stocking-clad toes under the sheets, using his bound hands to drag the covers over him as fast as humanly possible.
Once he had hidden himself (and his female undergarments) beneath the sheets, Bruce reached his cuffed hands and fumbled with the reading lamp’s stubborn switch…
Come on, come on, come on…
Managing to turn it off just as he heard the knock on his door, causing it to open slightly.
Richard had intentionally left the door partially open. That well-hung, little bastard…
“I’m sorry, Master Bruce… But are you alright? Officer Grayson has left me these keys…”
“I’m fine, Alfred.”
As the door opened, Alfred stepped into the darkened room, reaching for the light switch, until Bruce suddenly spoke up while holding his handcuffed hands up in the air like some comedic trophy.
“Leave the lights off, Alfred… Dick’s little joke, I’m afraid. You can just leave the keys there… Oh, and take the day off.”
Curious, Alfred walked over and set the keys on the edge of the bed while Bruce silently implored that the old Butler wouldn’t look at his mirror. Instead, Alfred examined Bruce’s expression carefully.
“A jest in poor taste... But are you positive you’re alright, Master Bruce?”
“Perfectly fine, Alfred… Just tired. I’ll just be taking a shower and then returning to bed… Oh, and Dick said he’ll be by again tomorrow.”
Alfred smiled broadly.
“I’m very happy to hear that, Master Bruce... Forgive me for asking, but is it possible that your estranged relationship with young Officer Grayson may be on the mend, Sir?”
Bruce smiled back at his old friend, while secretly wriggling his sore, cum-stained butt beneath the covers, attempting to sooth his poor, beleaguered ass from the throbbing aftereffects of such a masterful pounding.
Already, he wanted Dick back inside him.
“…I believe it is, Alfred.”
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