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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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He faded in and out. Each time he woke, he hoped it was a nightmare. Each time he woke he caught glimpses of them.
Master played with them, his hands buried between their legs, making them moan as their bodies merged.
They took turns sucking his cock.
He woke once more to find a twin pinned to the mattress beside him, ass in the air, his muscles rippling with each thrust.
Across the room one faced him, his legs held in the air, cock erect. Another slick shaft plunged behind the twins swollen balls as the twin bounced on the Masters lap, moaning out his orgasm.
Then finally they were gone. Finally silence. His broken body was still tied, and he was too beaten to try an escape.
The twins returned and he was retied and repositioned, this time face down into the pillow.
“Two more cocks until the party, Battoy.”
“We’re sure you can make it till then.”
“Yes, save your cum for our guests.”
“But now its our turn to cum inside you.”
He presented his ass to them. He didn’t know why he did it. Something inside him graved to be fucked again. He needed to the Master to pin him down roughly and punish him for being so aroused at his own humiliation.
Once he felt the hands grasp his hips, he let out a whimper.
“There’s a good Batslut” the twin whispered as he entered, “You’re finally learning how this works”
They did not play with him this time. Instead he lay there taking the cock as they fucked him raw. The twins pelvis slapped hard against his reddened cheeks. He moaned into the pillow. Once he felt the warm cum leaking from his entrance the twin quickly left, to be replaced by his brother. Once more he was fucked the same way. He tried to send his mind somewhere else, to let them have his abused ass.

It must have been the next day when he woke in darkness. They had changed his position once more. This time the tie was more decorative, but he was still immobilized in a position that displayed all his shame for anyone to access. They had also blindfolded and gagged him. He could guess they still had plans for him.
He heard someone move. He dug his teeth into the ballgag, wishing for it to be over.
“Are you comfortable, Battoy?” came the Master’s voice, “You better be. You could be tied all day and all night, the guests have already arrived. And if you cum too early, you might not last the day.”
He shivered. This was the Master’s grand plan. Break Batman down and then pass him around half of Gotham like currency.
He was left alone for a while, until his limbs began to stiffen and he was screaming for company. Finally there was a burst of sound from the other room and they entered, joking and laughing.
He tightened against the restraints.
“Well, what do we have here, the Batman, captured?” someone joked around.
“What do they do with him once they tie him up.” someone else said, “Do they just let him go on purpose?”
He heard someone pull down a zip, “They do this of course”
The ballgag was yanked from his mouth and replaced with a cock. He whimpered from the roughness, but knew he had to obey to get this over with.
“See, he’s already good at it” the first voice purred.
He heard people moaning and sighing as he desperately sucked. Perhaps this was the orgy room and he was the main attraction.
Finally the man came into his mouth.
“Oh my, what a pretty cock.” another voice said.
“We can’t play with it too soon.” the voice said, “He has to serve the whole party, after all.”
A wet finger pressed against his exposed ring. “Here, battoy” said the voice, “You’re going to need a lot of this tonight.”
This time the fingers were gentle and exploring, making him moan softly.
But they were followed by a cock. All he could do was lie there and whimper as the ropes forced his hole directly upward, giving the cock easy access to stab the hole, leaving the mans hands free to play with his body while he fucked, moaning ans whispering humiliating things into his ear. What a good bat he was, for servicing Gotham with his tight man-cunt. How much he enjoyed it, really. How much he would enjoy all the cocks he would have that night. Spoilt boy. He cried as he tried to disagree, yet those soft words made his cock harden. How his mind begged him to realize the image of everyone he put in Arkham taking turns as he was tied up, begging them to stop, but cumming hard as they played with him, humiliating him in front of all of Gotham. To be completely broken down in front of them.
That was just the first. He knew the rest would be harder.
More from the room took their turn exploring him, and finally using his body to cum. That was the first wave.
A woman moaned near him. ”Lick me” she whimpered.
He felt her mount his face. He tried his best to explore her soft folds with his mouth. Her lips were already swollen.
“Mmm, I need cock, Battoy.” she moaned.
No...he couldn’t cum too early. He would have to fight her.
The warm tunnel swallowed his judas cock. He whimpered pitifully as he tried to fight his own arousal, to last the night. But she continued to tease him as his cock buried inside her. His cock now hard and throbbing, screaming for release he had to deny. Finally, his cock won. He moaned as he filled her with his seed.
He quivered with each new cock. Soon his body betrayed him again. It still wanted more. It wanted to cum again as he was bent into humiliating positions, for all to see where he was penetrated and invaded. He wanted to moan in pleasure as people discovered this was the real Batman, tied up and fucked.
Some of the voices behind the cocks and pussys he thought he recognized.
He now lay motionless as another cock stabbed his entrance from behind. He was wrong, some of it got easier once he was full of lube and cum. The latter now caked his thighs. He felt the familiar explosion of cum inside him before they left without a word. He was left in silence, asking if that was it, was it finally over?
Finally one last guest arrived. This one he recognized.
“Well well, looks like Batman is a dirty boy.”
No...any other rogue but him. He would happily spread his legs for Penguin over him. But the man was already mounting him. The ropes creaked against him as he squirmed.
“N-no...you can’t…” he tried to stammer out. But he could do nothing against the invading cock.
“What a great punchline, Batslut.” the voice hissed “Tied up and fucked by half of Gotham. Exactly what you deserve.”
He grunted with the first thrust, as he was raped by the cock he never wanted.
“I’ll tell the Master our collaboration really paid off.” the voice whispered in his ear.
He felt the sobs rising in his throat as the cock plunged in a second time. A warm hand grasped his own shaft.
“You can cum now, Battoy.”
Each thrust felt like an eternity. This new cock was slow and teasing. He wasn’t here to fuck, he wasn’t here to cum. He was here to humiliate Batman.
“Smile for our paying customers, Batman” the voice purred, “They all enjoyed seeing how much you enjoyed this. All day, all over the world.”
The tears flowed freely now. Were there really cameras on him, filming his humiliation through the entire party?
He didn’t want this...he just wanted what would make him cum…
“Why are you crying? You enjoy this, really. You wanted it.” the voice continued.
He was right. Batman wanted this. Right from the start, deep down he knew. He dressed like that so someone would take all that power away from him. To force him to pleasure them, until he couldn’t escape his own pleasure.
His cock throbbed again. Begging for release. But now he knew it wouldn’t be that easy.
He didn’t know how long this cock was inside him, how long he would have to lie there with his legs tied open, with another man between them, another cock inside him. The most vulnerable position for a man to be in. And with the world paying to watch. His cock teased and played with, forcing him to moan with pleasure, forcing him to enjoy the other mans cock invading him. The cock reached that sensitive place, that same place the Master had hit before, causing him to arch his back and moan for harder, faster.
“There’s a good Battoy” voices whispered, “You take cock like the good slut we trained you to be”
The hot cum hit his chest. His ring opened and closed on its own, like it was trying to swallow down the cock. His reddened cheeks burned as the mans pelvis collided in long slaps. He moaned and gasped like a woman. The voice moaned in his ear as cum filled him. In a frenzy the other man continued plowing him hard. Then finally slowed. And finally back to the familiar darkness.

They must have let him rest until the next morning. He was woken by the Master, untied and moved to the Master’s lap. A hand pumped his cock to erection.
“You have done so well, Battoy.” the Master purred, “But this party is coming to a close. Just one more thing before we let you go home.”
The Master planted his hands around his cowl. Before Batman realized what he was doing, it was too late The mask was gone.
“Well...Bruce Wayne.” the Master said.
His stomach dropped. A fist clenched in his hair.
“Suck my cock, Bruce Wayne.”
This time he obeyed without a fight. If he pleased his Master, maybe he would get rewarded. He sucked just as the Twins taught him, the Master guiding him with moans of pleasure. His master was perfect, beautiful, as he saw when the master leaned back from the blowjob, his hair hanging down, like a woman being eaten out. Sitting with his legs wide apart, just as Batman had the night before.
Suddenly Bruce moved away “Fuck me, Master.” he said shyly under his breath.
The Master grinned slyly. “Turn around” he murmured.
Bruce obeyed and positioned himself over the cock below him.
“Now smile, slut” the Master hissed.
He looked up. There was a computer screen showing two men. One sitting, legs apart, over the others cock, his own cock at attention.
“Don’t worry, this is just a recording,” said the Master “No-one will see it unless I need them to see what a slut you are, will they Bruce Wayne?”
Bruce froze. Blackmail. Destroying Batman was one thing, but destroying Bruce Wayne. He could never recover. And yet he couldn’t take his eyes from the screen. It was so vulgar, humiliating, violating and so...hot. He bit his lip and slid down the shaft.
“Now fuck me.” the Master whispered.
He obeyed and bounced on the massive cock below him, watching his own bouncing on the screen. That alter ego of his was boring and needed a good fucking. Master pumped his cock again until he couldn’t control the sounds he made. He would give them a good show, at least.

Bruce woke in darkness again. This time a new room.
“Good, you’re awake.” a familiar voice said, “You need a cleanup.”
Nightwing. With relief he studied his surroundings. He was back in the Batcave, where he could pretend the last few days were a nightmare.
Until he saw the computer screen. Robin, in various states of undress. One posed, here his cock erect with a number of toys, here bound prettilly by plants, next the plants surrounding his cock, next a thick vine plunging deep into his hole, next on top of a familiar cock. Next his barely legal pecker buried into a cunt.
“Insurance sent to us by Ivy” said Nightwing, “No sign of Robin yet. I think they’re keeping him for more pictures. Looks like they got to you too.”
“I’d like to forget” Bruce added, “I guess I’ll go take a bath or something.”
As he rose, Nighwing shoved him back down again.
“Maybe you should wait until we’re done here”
“What should be done here before I head upstairs?” he hissed.
“Spread your legs” Nightwing hissed.
“What??” he barked.
“How about you show me what they taught you?” Nightwing continued.
He yanked Bruce’s legs up.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t want it.”
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