Batman Bara

My name is Josh Azeveda, and I’m a cop, part of Gotham City PD. My badge number is, well, it’s in the records. I never bothered to memorize it, but that doesn’t make me a bad cop. I, I’m not stupid. I’m not evil, or vicious, or any of that bullshit. It was just a situation that got out of control, and sure, I’m not blameless, but I wasn’t the only one there. Hell, it was near the end of my shift, and I was already staying overtime to keep an eye on the situation. Whose idea was it to seriously let the Batman into the interrogation room to work on the Joker, anyways? Well, whoever it was, it’s their fault what happened that night. I was just on security duty, watching the monitors, hanging out in the observation deck (a one-way mirror that covered part of the wall; made the tiny room look a little bigger from the inside) with a coffee to make sure things didn’t get out of hand. I, uh, guess they got out of hand. Anyways, that night. The Batman came in, said Gordon summoned him and offered him temporary immunity if he’d interrogate the Joker for us. We were still trying to apprehend Batman, of course, but I guess Gordon decided to go after the worst of two evils for now. We’d had the Joker for two days by then, and whatever he had planned, he was keeping mum about it. The higher-ups were starting to get anxious. And him, he’d just keep laughing, and that laugh grated on me every time I heard it, made me want to hit things. It’s a terrible laugh, like he’s peeled you away layer by layer and is getting ready to burn you. So we finally said okay, and opened the door to let him in. We uncuffed the Joker, to make it more fair, or maybe to make our legal department happy. In retrospect, we probably shouldn’t have, but we’d thought he was unarmed. I mean, we pulled more than a dozen knives off of him, how many more could he have, right? We all knew what Batman was going to do. We’d all seen the other interrogation video, passed from hand to hand during patrols, or at shift changes, or at the bar when we were off-duty. Can’t say any of us were too eager to grapple with the Batman after that. Wilkins was the one to uncuff the Joker, and the Joker just smirked. Didn’t even rub his wrists, or stretch his arms apart, or any of the other things normal people do after they’re uncuffed. It started off normal enough at first. Normal for the Batman, anyways. He hit, and the Joker laughed. He’d hit him again, and the Joker would laugh again, like it was all this big game they were playing. But after a while, the Joker started to fight back. Well, not started, really. He more exploded. One minute he was laughing and egging him on, the next he had a knife and they looked like they were trying to kill each other. These guys were good. They moved fast, like snakes, and the explosion at the other station was still fresh in our memories (The Joker was never getting another phone call again). None of us (and by then, I’d called over Hartley and Cohen, to watch with me for a few minutes) were too eager to get in there and break it up. Besides, Batman was a killer; he’d killed Dent, and four others. It didn’t seem like much of a loss to let them fight it out, if you know what I mean. We were expecting Batman to win, but if he got tired out by the Joker, we’d have a decent change of apprehending him before he left, and then we could let the Commissioner and the Mayor and whoever sort out what to do with him after that. I’ll tell you, it was a damn surprise for all three of us when the fight ended with the Joker cackling like a loon, knife between Batman’s teeth. That was when I turned off the speakers into the interrogation room. They were still recording, of course, so it’s in the video if you don’t mute it, but it’s not like I’d planned to give Batman orders, and I really couldn’t stand the Joker’s laugh. And the stuff he said, some of it’s really… It’s the kind of stuff you say to a man if you’re trying to start a fight, y’know? I didn’t need to hear that shit. 

For a minute, I thought the Joker was going to do that thing he does, with the knife. It’s called a Chelsea grin, slicing open the cheeks so it makes you look like you’re always smiling. That’s where his scars came from. The right thing to do would probably have been to go in, guns blazing, hoping we could get the Joker to back down. But when had the Joker ever backed down? Besides, I guess we were, just a little bit, hoping he’d just do it, you know? Batman’s a strong guy, it wouldn’t hurt him much or anything, before he got the knife back and beat down the Joker. Mostly we just wanted to know who he really was. It’d be impossible to hide an injury like that, especially if it was deep enough to scar, and it’d be a real coup if we managed to get the Joker and Batman, all in the same week, you know? We did try to get him out when he jammed the door, all three of us. But it’s something like ten inches of reinforced steel, not the sort of thing that’s easy to jerk around. Before this Batman and Joker shtick, no one’d ever tried to lock themselves in before. I mean, I guess we could have tried more, but the doors are damn expensive, and aside from a blowtorch, nothing was going to open it from our end. No one was screaming bloody murder, from what we could tell, so after a few minutes, we realized how pointless our efforts were and, well… went back to our jobs. We were still on the clock, you know? The world doesn’t stop just because one freak gets the jump on another freak. When I got back to the observation deck, I could have sworn I’d only been gone for a couple minutes, but somehow the situation in the interrogation room had gone from “Batman and Joker fighting” to “Batman tied up while the Joker molests him”. Seriously, talk about your out-of-control situations, eh? And that’s even without mentioning the fact that most of Batman’s armor was in itty bitty pieces all over the floor, kicked into corners and against the walls. It was kind of fascinating. Now, I’m not gay or anything, really. I like women and tits and all that just fine. But at the same time… Who hasn’t fantasized about taking the Batman down a peg or two? Any officer who says they’ve never daydreamed about it is a fucking liar. So I just sat there and, well. Watched. I was pretty torn. One part of me was saying, This is wrong. You need to stop this. But the other part was saying, equally loudly, You’re not equipped to stop them. Just enjoy it. Because under all the armor, all the speculation, all the rumors that happened in a place like this when we were beat by a man like him… Batman was built. He had the sort of body regular guys would kill for. But mostly, he looked normal. It was weird. I’d never really believed that he was really human, really someone I could pass on the street one day and not even notice. I’m not one of those crazies who think he’s a robot, either, but I didn’t think he’d be normal. But he was, and after a while, I could see that he was just a little bit bent, too, you know? Because the Joker was doing things to him, and even without the sound on, I could tell that Batman was writhing and practically begging for more. 

A lot of men would pay a lot of money to hear the Batman beg, even like this.

I guess I just sort of stopped thinking about it, after that. I know I was rubbing myself a little, over my work pants. I had,

have

, a thing for bondage, and the Joker had tied Batman up with something (we found out later it was his tie—next time, if we catch him another time, we’re taking that away too) and Batman was just writhing and struggling and aside for the being-a-guy thing, it was seriously the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life.

When the Joker fucked him, a part of me knew the Joker knew I was watching. Not just because he’d turn and look at me sometimes, but because of the angles. Everything he did faced the camera, but all of his looks were at the glass. It’d make one hell of a porno.

While they were doing it, I remember feeling really on edge. When I watched the video a second time, I realized why: the Joker had put the knife down right after he stripped Batman, but he kept

touching

it, reaching for it. I don’t think he realized it, but every minute or two, he’d start to move for the knife—without looking at it, or stopping what he was doing. Like what he was doing was good, but doing it all with a knife would be

better

.

We have words for people like that. They’re not nice words.

But soon Batman came, and I could tell when the Joker came too, because he just

froze

for a few seconds, and a man like the Joker isn’t the sort of person who stays still very often. Even when he’s physically still, he kind of gives off

energy

, like he’s two seconds from jumping up and going for your throat, and any hints otherwise are just a trick, to get you close enough to the knife.

They talked after that—the boys say it’s not loud enough to hear exactly what’s being said, and no one really believes they’re working together so who cares?

My brain started working again about when the Joker kicked the chair out of the door’s way and it could be opened again. I was hard, but I hadn’t made a mess of myself (even

that

part of me realized I was still on the clock), so I was able to collect the others. We picked some more guns up, just in case—really armed ourselves to the teeth, since we couldn’t afford to have the Joker out on the streets doing god knows what to our city.

Uh, and then Hartley and I took the Joker and put him in a holding cell. He didn’t put up any struggles. When we got back, Batman was dressed and gone, and Cohen was talking to someone on the phone about sending a bomb squad over to City Hall right away, while all the civilians were gone for the night.

I never… I never told them what I’d seen, exactly, but they both wanted to know what happened, so I (even my overtime shift had ended by then) called it a night and told them to look at the security footage. They did, and then someone else wanted to know what happened (it’s hard to keep secrets from your partner, after all), and that led to someone

else

wanting to know, and eventually somebody had the bright idea of copying the security footage to a spare tape and just… letting anyone who wanted to see it, see it.

Turns out everyone wanted to see the Batman taken down a notch, no matter who was doing the taking down.

Eventually, Commissioner Gordon got word of what happened—not that we were trying to hide it from him or anything, of course. It just never came up. Not something you’d talk about with your boss, you know? He was furious. He made us destroy the tapes and promise never to speak of it again, or else it’d be our job.

Cairo was a small town in west Texas which boasted of little more than a saloon, general store, bank and sheriff’s office.  Some people lived in town, but most were sheep and cattle farmers.  In recent months, the Space Cowboy and his gang had been rustling cattle and selling the livestock to a meat-packing house in Kansas.  The Dynamic Duo, Batman and Robin, began an investigation.  They were getting some leads, but nothing seemed to pan out.  Their big break came when the Jones farm had been hit.  Steve the farmhand stumbled upon the gang in the midst of their stealing the cattle.  The gang members captured him and tied him to the fence.  Thereupon they whipped his back raw with a bull whip and left with a warning:  “anyone who messes with us, will get this or even worse.”  Needless to say, this made the townspeople rather nervous. However, since it was Steve’s word against the gang, there was little that anyone could do.

         One day, the gang rode into town and stopped in the saloon for some whiskey.  The Dynamic Duo, hearing where they were, went to have a little chat. Batman knew Space Cowboy, the gang leader, from way back.  He told him:  “I can’t do anything about the previous incidents, but now that we know about the Jones robbery, I’m going to arrest you and your whole gang and inform the marshal to keep an eye out for you.” Batman couldn’t arrest the gang right then because he was outnumbered.  But he figured that the warning might scare Space Cowboy into submission for the time being.  Space Cowboy didn’t respond but sat there calmly drinking his whiskey.  After a few minutes, he said to his gang, “com’on boys this place ain’t hospitable no more.”  They left and rode out of town back to their hideout.

         Once at the hideout, the gang formulated a plan for ridding themselves of the meddlesome Dark Knight and Boy Wonder.  The Space Cowboy knew that Batman would try to be a hero and capture the gang himself rather than calling for reinforcements and this would be the his downfall.  The gang planned to stage a cattle rustling and lead the Dynamic Duo to one of their outlying deserted hideouts where they would administer their own brand of prairie justice.

         For the next several weeks, the town of Cairo and its grasslands were quiet.  The Space Cowboy gang had seemingly disappeared.  Many of the townspeople congratulated Batman on his success, but Batman’s inner voice told him to expect something big to happen in the next few days.  Sure enough, one of the outlying farms was hit and a whole herd of cattle was driven off into the desert.  Batman and Robin rode off to find the herd and hopefully capture the gang as well.

         Batman opted not to telegraph the marshal or inform the other members of the Justice League because it would take too long for them to get to Cairo, so it was up to Robin and himself. They followed the trail of the cattle far out into the desert and then for some unknown reason the trail split with some of the herd going back toward town and some going farther out. Batman’s instincts told him to follow the desert trail.  In reality, the Space Cowboy had only taken a few of the herd out to the desert, the majority of the herd was taken north where the Purple Gang took over the operation and moved the remaining cattle to Oklahoma.  Space Cowboy’s primary objective in this mission was the capture of Batman and Robin so as to make of them an example to the townsfolk of Cairo.

         Batman and Robin followed the trail carefully until they got to a desolate region.  Since it was almost nightfall, they decided to camp for the night.  In the distance, they could see the smoke rising from the outlaws’ hideout.  Early the next morning they rode closer to the outlaw camp and then tied up the horses to continue on foot.

         The approached the camp with caution and were surprised to see that very few cattle were there.  They noticed that many of the horses were gone which made Robin think that the gang had gone on another raid.  Nonetheless, they crept slowly to the hideout and peeked in the windows.  They saw that only two gang members remained.  Robin took one door and Batman the other and then they burst into the room simultaneously, surprising both outlaws.  They subdued the two, tied them up and waited for the others to show up. The outlaws warned them:  “When Space Cowboy gets back, you’re in for a heap of trouble.”  Unbeknownst to the two lawmen, the hideout had a secret room and tunnel.  Many of the gang members were in that room and heard the commotion.  Once all seemed quiet, they burst in and surrounded the Batman and Robin with their guns drawn.  They untied their buddies and tied up the two heroes to some straight back chairs.  In a few minutes Space Cowboy and his three top henchmen, Billy, Cyrus and Sam, entered the hideout.

         “Well, boys it looks like we have some visitors.  If it ain’t the Dark Knight and the Boy Wonder.  If I recall Batman, the last time we met you threatened to arrest me, but it looks like I’ve arrested you,” sneered Space Cowboy as he slappedBatman across the face.  “Over the next few days, you’re going to wish you’d never been born.  By the time me and my boys are through with you, you’ll be in so much pain, it’ll hurt to even think, much less move.”  Then Billy spoke up, “which one should we do first, the Bat or the Boy.”  “Well I think we could do them both at the same time, just different activities,” said Cyrus with a smirk.  “Com’on guys let’s get this show on the road,” prompted Sam.  Space Cowboy nodded and liked the suggestion of doing both at the same time except not in the same room.

         Robin was roughly pulled to his feet and taken to another building by some of the gang while Space Cowboy and Cyrus and few gang members stayed back to supervise Batman’s torment.  The room was cleared and Batman was untied and made to stand in the middle.  Space Cowboy spoke first, “Well Batsy, today’s your lucky day.  You’re going to be kind of a scientist, because you’re going to experiment and do things you never thought about doing before.  The first job to do is get you appropriately attired.  STRIP!!! You cock-sucking son-of-a-bitch.”  Batman just stood there and refused to move a muscle.  “It looks like he’s gonna be brave today,” smiled Cyrus, “or maybe he just needs an incentive to move his sorry ass. Maybe if we make the Boy Wonder scream, he might take off his clothes.”  “I don’t think that will be necessary,” responded Space Cowboy, “at least not yet.”  He motioned to his men who held Batman’s extremities.  Then Space Cowboy went over and explored Batman’s muscled torso.  “You know Batman, you’ve got a great body—tight, muscled, and strong.  Women like that, and so do men.  Being in great shape will keep you alive much longer.”   Then another of the gang members came forward and ripped Batman’s cape off . Then he cut away his shirt When he reached down to undo his tights, Batmanstruggled and spat in his face which made the gang member punch Batman’s gut.   Space Cowboy said, “Release him.” Batman fell to the floor holding his stomach.  “Now as I said before, STRIP.”  Batman just sputtered and coughed.  Once again Space Cowboy nodded and his men held Batman’s arms and legs.  Another man came over and yanked down the tights and speedo, leaving Batman  totally nude except for his cowl.

         The Dark Knight was indeed a good looking man.  He was 32 years old.  He had a firm physique attained by years of working out.  His well-muscled chest was covered with dark brown hair which tapered off into a ribbon of hair down his belly. He had a large penis and scrotum which was surrounded by a thick pubic bush.  He was a fine specimen of manhood indeed.

         Space Cowboy knew that Batman would resist any attempts to break him, yet Space Cowboy and his gang would have a lot of fun trying.  Who knows, maybe Batman had a weakness which could be exploited.  “Put him in the cage.”  Near the fireplace was a three foot by four foot wire cage.  Batman was bent over and shoved into the confined space.  Then the door was locked.  Space Cowboy and Cyrus laughed and said “We’re going to go check on your buddy.  Have fun.”

         Robin was having his own problems.  Billy and Sam had taken him to the barn and had him spread-eagled between two posts. Unlike his partner, Robin had not been stripped.  For the past half hour, various gang members had taken turns pinching him, pulling his hair and (most humiliating of all), massaging his groin and ass.  Sometimes the massaging bordered on masturbation causing his penis to swell through his speedo.  When Space Cowboy and Cyrus arrived, Robin was cut down.  “Strip down Boy Wonder, we want to see if you have what it takes to be a lawman in this state.”  At first, Robin didn’t know what to do.  Then he saw one of the gang holding a bull whip, Cyrus repeated the order, “strip or Sam will whip the clothes right off of you with that switch.  Robin remembered Steve and complied with their request. He removed his shirt, boots and gloves and stood in his speedo and tights.  “What are you shy or something?  Strip means take it all off, ass hole.  I want you to be as naked as you were when your mammy popped you out.”  Robin hesitated and then the whip cracked through the air.  In two seconds, he shucked out of the tights and stood in his birthday suit.  The gang members all laughed at his embarrassment and taunted him.

         Actually, Robin didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about.  He was 25 years old, 6’3”, 180 lbs, with dark black hair that matched his deep set eyes.  He had a few hairs around his nipples but his chest was smooth.  A tight-set ribbon of pubic hair began at his belly button and snaked down to his very hairy bush.  He had a 7 inch flaccid cock and low-hanging balls. Like Batman, Robin was uncircumcised.  Space Cowboy smiled as he thought of the ways to inflict torment on his captive.

         Billy brought over a strange looking device:  it was a 5 foot long metal bar with two manacles and a set of handcuffs. The two manacles were set one at each end of the bar, while the cuffs were stationary in the middle.  “Bend over, pretty boy and let’s see your asshole,” ordered Sam.  Robin tried to refuse, but then two members turned him around and forcibly bent him over.  Like his groin, Robin’s ass was covered with small black hair and longer strands came out of his ass crack.  Two other men grabbed his legs and secured his ankles to the manacles.  His arms were then locked into the handcuffs. He was effectively immobile, except to bend over more deeply which would spread his ass wider, adding to his embarrassment. Then the gang members circled around him like vultures and touched him lewdly making suggestive comments.  Robin struggled and his face turned a bright red as he discovered to his horror that his penis was hardening to erection.  This didn’t escape Billy’s notice. When Robin was fully erect, Billy measured his penis with a ruler:  the 7 inch shaft had erected to 10 inches and was about 2 inches thick.  Billy couldn’t resist giving the hardon a couple of quick strokes.

         Once Robin was secured, Space Cowboy and his three henchmen left to go check on Batman.  However, they told the remaining gang members.  “You can play with his cock, balls, and asshole.  Keep him hard, but don’t let him cum.  I want him in a state of continual hardness.”

         Batman was cramped inside of his cage.  The gang members who were guarding him poked at him through the bars, focusing on his ass and genitals.  He knew that it would not be easy to be brave in the midst of great torture, but he had to survive somehow in order to escape.  Space Cowboy and his henchmen came in and laughed at Batman’s predicament. “Well, fuck-up, how’s your jail cell?  I bet you’re a little tight in there aren’t you?”  To his men, Space Cowboy said, “Bring the fucker out.”

         Space Cowboy sat in a chair as Batman was dragged out and thrown down in front of him.  “You know Robin’s got quite a nice piece of meat.  He really enjoys getting it up for guys.  Did you two ever get it on with each other?” he said with a grin. Batman just glared.  “Tell you what, you and he can maybe put on a show for us and demonstrate how the two of you keep each other warm in the Batcave. Let’s take Batsy to visit his buddy.”  Two men grabbed Batman who struggled to escape. “You know Batman, if you escape, your buddy dies---a very painful death.”  With that threat, Batman allowed himself to be taken to the barn.

         Back in the barn, Batman saw what the sadists had done to Robin.  But there was more to come.  Sam came over with a bull whip.  Batman and the others thought that he was going to beat Robin. Instead, he told Batman to suck the handle.  At first Batman refused, then Sam threatened to beat him, so he sucked it but not too much.  “Is that all the lube your buddy needs?” Batman then realized what was going to happen.  They weren’t going to beat Robin, they were going to rape him with the handle.  Pushing Robin’s back down (which thrust up his ass and spread the cheeks even more), Sam roughly shoved the handle 2 inches inside Robin’s rectum.  The pain of the assault was instantaneous.  Robin screamed and shrieked like a woman giving birth.  Then Sam masturbated the handle in and out of Robin’s ass hole.  Because he had been kept hard for so long, the insertion of the handle stimulated his prostate and cause him to shoot a little pre-cum onto the floor.

         “OK boys, I think the Boy Wonder is ready. Batman, suck off Robin.  If you refuse, Sam will shove that handle all the way in.”  Batman could not refuse for two reasons:  First, he knew that Space Cowboy was serious and he didn’t want to see Robin hurt.  Second, although he had never told Robin, he was secretly in love with him.  Batman had fantasized many times about pursuing a relationship with Robin, but never acted upon it.  Reluctantly, he got down on the floor and put his lips on Robin’s throbbing organ as a calf sucks on its mother’s teat.  The gentleness of Batman’s fellatio only served to increase Robin’s erection and in a few seconds, he shot his wad down Batman’s throat. “Keep sucking Batman, we want to make sure that you got it all.”  As Batman continued to suck, Sam pushed the handle in and out, going deeper with each thrust.  The procedure caused Robin to get hard again and he shot another load down his partner’s gullet. At the same time, Batman’s penis responded to his subconscious fantasy and soon he was hard as a tent pole, with pre-cum glistening at the tip of his cock.

The gang members watched the “show” with fascination and amusement.  This second time, Robin went soft and it was difficult for Batman to keep the penis in his mouth.  Cyrus noticed that Batman was hard and mentioned it to Space Cowboy who said, “Hey boys, the freak likes to suck cock.  Line up and he’ll be your whore for the evening.”  The gang members lined up around the barn and Batman was dragged to the first waiting man who had dropped his pants in anticipation.  Billy reminded Batman, “you suck my buddies like you sucked Robin—no teeth or there’ll be hell to pay.”  Reluctantly, Batman did as he was told.

As he sucked the third man’s cock however, the anger began to swell inside him and instinct took over.  Batman bit down on the guy’s swelling member and then jumped him throwing him to the ground.  He had almost gotten the guy’s gun when the other gang members recovered from the shock and surrounded him with guns drawn.  “That was pretty braveBatman, but I don’t think Curly’s gonna like you very much.”  Curly was on the ground moaning in pain.  To his other men, Space Cowboy said, “Two of you take Curly back to the house and fix him up. I’ll stay here and get Batman ready for punishment.”

Batman was taken to a large wooden chair and his arms were secured behind him while his legs were spread apart and the ankles chained to the back legs of the chair.  “That was a very stupid thing to do, fuckup.  Now you’ll see how I deal with disobedience.”  One of the gang members brought Space Cowboy a pair of pliers.  Space Cowboy opened and closed them in front of Batman’s eyes.  “I could pinch your nose (doing it as he said it) or your ear or perhaps your nipples” (he not only pinched but twisted, eliciting a scream from Batman).  Then he reached down and grabbing Batman’s scrotum crushed the soft skin between the teeth of the pliers and pulled which caused Batman to lurch forward in his bonds. “However,” Space Cowboy continued, “I like to demonstrate punishment rather than inflict it directly, except in the most severe cases.”  AsBatman watched, Space Cowboy went over to Robin, who was still bent over, and opened the pliers to grab some of Robin’s ass crack hair.  Then he closed the pliers and pulled the hair out from its roots.  Robin screamed and tried to escape the horrible instrument.  Batman squirmed in his bonds and yelled, “He didn’t do anything, you fucked up bastard. If you’re going to punish anyone, hurt me.”  “Oh no Batman, let this be a lesson to the both of you.  If one of you fucks up, the other gets punished, got it?”  He handed the pliers to one of his men and said, “Continue pulling the hair out of his ass crack.”  Then three other men picked up Batman’s chair and brought him closer to the action.  “I wouldn’t want you to have a bad seat for the show,” sneered Space Cowboy.  Then the gang member began pulling the hair.  With each pull, Robin screamed louder which gave the man more incentive to pull harder.  Batman struggled in his bonds to escape and somehow rescue his friend to no avail.

The procedure only lasted five minutes leaving Robin’s ass bloody and painful.  “OK Dark Knight, let’s see if you tongue can relieve your buddy’s pain.  Lick his ass.”  Batman’s chair was brought closer and his arms were released.  He had no choice but to do as he was told.  Soon, Robin’s pain subsided and the bleeding stopped.

“OK Batman, now that you’ve cleaned up Robin, I want to see how you fuck.”  Batman’s legs were released and he was thrown to the ground.  “I want you to get it up and then rape Robin’s ass.  If you refuse, I’m gonna have Curly come here and use the pliers on his balls.  Do you know what it’s like to have your balls crushed?”  Batman shook his head “no” and proceeded to masturbate himself to an erection. As gently as he could Batman inserted his penis into Robin’s rectum.  Robin moaned and then Batman stoked his buddy’s hair and encouraged him softly in his ear.  Then he began to develop a fucking rhythm. Eventually, however, instinct again took over and the action became more deliberate as Batman found he needed to cum.  This only served to renew Robin’s humiliation as his face burned a beet red and he began to cry.

After a few minutes, Batman shot his wad up Robin’s ass and he pulled out, collapsing into the chair.  “Well done, sheriff.  I think you need to rest now for the next phase of your punishment.”  A few men grabbed Batman and chained him spread-eagle in a corner of the barn.  Then they released Robin from his bonds and dragged him to the farm house, leavingBatman alone with his thoughts and humiliation.

At the farm house, Robin was cleaned up and given a towel to wrap around his waist.  Then he was forcibly seated onto a specially constructed chair and his arms suspended overhead.  Then Space Cowboy came in to speak to him.  “You know you two have been giving me and my gang a rough time.  This is only the beginning of your torment.  In a few days, neither one of you will ever be the same.  I’ve got some great new experiments planned for you.  But let me describe what will happen to Batman.  First, he’ll spend some time out in the desert.  Then we’re going to use some cattle equipment on him. Finally, when he’s broken, we’ll dress him up, put him on a horse and send him back to Cairo.  As for you, you’ll make a nice slave boy, except that you’ll need some “modification.”  Eventually, you will be returned to Cairo as well.”  Robin merely spat at his tormentor and struggled to escape from his bonds.

Curly (the one whom Batman had beaten) came over to Robin carrying a mug of shaving cream and a straight edge razor.  “I like my whores shaved,” he smirked.  Then he proceeded to lather up Robin’s armpits and nipples.  “Now don’t move around too much or I might cut you.”  Curly shaved all of Robin’s hair, then he removed Robin’s towel and lathered up his groin.  In a similar fashion he shaved all of the pubic region, leaving Robin looking like a pre-pubescent teenage boy. Then Curly began to threaten Robin:  “Maybe I should cut off your nipples and let you bleed or maybe I could cut up your cock and serve it to that sheriff of yours.  Or maybe even roast your conjones.  Would you like that whore-boy?”  Robin struggled in his bonds but didn’t say a word because he was afraid of instigating Curly to action.  “Now pussy, let’s see how well you suck cock.”  Curly then unzipped his pants and thrust his hardening penis into Robin’s mouth.  At first Robin turned his head away, then remembering Curly’s threat, he started to lick the outlaw’s dick.  As Curly got more aroused he moaned and Robin contemplated biting down.  Then Space Cowboy came back into the room which startled Robin so much that he actually did bite down as a reflex action.  Curly screamed and smacked him across the face to make him open his mouth. Robin eventually opened up and Curly ran to get his gun and shoot the Boy Wonder, but Space Cowboy stopped him.  “He knows the rules, if one fucks up, the other one pays.  Bring the equipment and let’s get the sheriff.”  “I’ll be back for revenge, whore-boy, then we’ll see how much biting you do,” threatened Curly in Robin’s ear.  Then Robin was left all alone.

When the gang returned to the barn, Batman was released from his bonds, but his hands were quickly tied in front of him and a long rope was looped around his wrists.  They dragged him out to the corral where they attached the other end of the rope to a horse’s saddle.  Sam got onto the horse and began trotting into the desert.  Batman was forced to run on the hot sand and rocks.  The horse went faster and faster, making Batman run even harder.  Then he tripped and the gang members laughed as he was dragged across the desert floor on his belly.  In a few minutes, Sam stopped and untied the rope from the saddle.  A few other gang members helped Batman to his feet and much to his surprise, cleaned him up.  Space Cowboy came up and explained:  “I want you to feel the full effects of the desert. Dust and mud would protect you from the sun’s rays.”

They untied Batman’s hands and then each wrist was retied with an individual piece of rope.  In a similar fashion, so were his legs.  At first, Batman thought that they were going to stake him out, Indian-style, and let him roast to death. But that was not to be.  “OK boys, tie him up.”  Four outlaws each grabbed a rope and dragged Batman backward.  He turned his head to see where he was going and noticed a tall Saguaro cactus.  Batman then knew what they planned to do.  He valiantly made a break for it, but his extremities were tied too tightly.  “OK Batsy, you’re going to get pricked a little.”  With that the men positioned him at the cactus while Billy shoved him into it.  Then the men began securing his arms and legs to the cactus. This particular plant was chosen because it was tall and could accommodate all of Batman’ body.  But it also had several off-shoots which could further torment the lawman.  One of these smaller branches was located in between  Batman’s legs. Before securing his legs, two outlaws picked up his lower torso and dropped it onto this branch so that Batman’s penis and testicles were resting on the needles.  Then his legs were pulled down and back and then tied to the cactus.  During this whole time, Batman was screaming and struggling to get free.

When he was trussed up, Cyrus checked the bonds.  As he did so, Cyrus pushed Batman onto the needles.  “Now mister lawman, you’re gonna stay put for a while.  To make things a bit more interesting though, I’m gonna put some honey on your legs, cock and ass.  That’ll make the ants come out and play.  In the meantime, we’re gonna have a bit of fun with the Boy Wonder.  See you later dip shit.”  All Batman could do was moan and try not to move on the needles.

The gang returned to the farm house where Robin was tied to the chair.  To this point he had been stripped, raped and shaved.  He had taken cocks in his mouth and up his ass.  Although he was in great physical shape, the punishment was really getting to him.  He didn’t know what to expect next.  Curly, by this time, was really pissed off.  He wanted revenge in the worst way.  He had been humiliated by both Batman and Robin.  Space Cowboy and the others knew this, so they decided on a punishment for Robin which would be satisfactory to assuage Curly’s anger.

Robin was untied from his chair and retied to a large table spread-eagle.  Then Sam approached with a set of surgical equipment.  “Now whore boy, we’re going to give you a little “operation” that will hurt, but may be beneficial in the long run for you.”  They poured whiskey over Robin’s shaved groin.  Then Curly came over and masturbated Robin to erection.  Billy forced Robin to drink half of the fifth of whisky, saying as he did so, “It’ll dull the pain.”  Then Sam took out a scalpel, held it up to Robin’s eyes and then lowered it to Robin’s groin and began to cut off his foreskin.  Robin screamed and thrashed about in his bonds, even though he had drunk massive quantities of alcohol. Some more whisky was poured over the wound (“to disinfect it”) and then it was bandaged up.  Robin just lay in his bonds and cried.  Curly leaned toward his year and said, “I told you I’d get my revenge.”  Then the gang members went off to prepare dinner and to discuss their future plans.

Batman tried to escape from his cactus prison, but he was tied too tightly and the needles pricked his flesh which disturbed his concentration.  He stayed out in desert for the entire night.  When it had gotten cooler, the ants came out and bit at his flesh trying to gather the honey which the gang had poured on his legs and groin.  He was in a great deal of pain.

The next morning, after a night of drinking and playing cards, Space Cowboy and his henchmen came out to getBatman.  “Today’s your lucky day Batman.  You get to get a blow job by Robin.  I’m sure you’ll like what we’ve done to him,” said Space Cowboy with a sneer.  “You sick bastards, when I get free you’ll pay for this,” responded Batman.  “We’ll see,” replied Space Cowboy, “Now take the Batman down and drag his sorry ass to the barn.  Get Robin and prepare the equipment.”

In about a half an hour, all were gathered in the barn.  Batman was strung up spread-eagle as he was before.  Robin was kneeling in front of him and the gang members were all around.  “See Batman, your partner’s dick looks even bigger since he’s been shaved.  Even more, he doesn’t have to worry about keeping it clean since we cut off his foreskin.  Of course, this is nothing compared to what we have planned for you.”

“OK, Boy Wonder, suck Batman off.”  Reluctantly, Robin began to suck his Batman’s cock which elicited a moan from the Caped Crusader.  In fact, Robin was such a good sucker that Batman began to buck-and-thrust in his bonds.  “Lookit here, the Dark Knight not only likes to give, he likes to receive.  Well enjoy it Batman, this is your last time.”  Both Robin andBatman were too into the heat of sexual passion to hear this comment or notice what was going on around them.  In a few minutes, Batman shot his wad down Robin’s throat.  Two outlaws grabbed Robin and tied him to a chair to watch what was going to happen next.

Batman was still reeling in the after effects of passion when Cyrus grabbed his balls, tied a small string around them and pulled the scrotum downward.  Then Space Cowboy came forward carrying a “castration kit.”  Essentially, it was a device which allowed farmers to slip a small, strong rubber band over the testicles of young male calves.  In a few days, the testicles begin to shrivel up from the lack of blood and eventually fall off, turning the bulls into steers.  Space Cowboy intended on using the same technique on Batman.

Batman struggled in his bonds and began screaming obscenities at his captors.  “Well Batman, obviously you don’t need your balls since you’re not married, and probably never will be.  Besides this will teach the good people of Cairo not to mess with the Space Cowboy.”

Space Cowboy then put the device around Batman’s balls while Billy held his shaft out of the way.  Then the rubber band was released around Batman’s scrotum.  He screamed and thrashed about in his bonds.  As an added measure, another smaller band was looped around his balls as well.  Because he was still very hairy and had not been shaved, the bands got lost in the scrotal hair, making them almost impossible to see.  Batman was in agony and he knew that unless the rubber bands were cut off soon, the nerves and blood vessels would be severely damaged.  The binding of his scrotum gaveBatman a massive hardon which caused the gang to laugh:  “It looks like he likes it.”  Then Space Cowboy approached with a kind of chastity belt.  Part of it fit around his swollen testicles and cock and attached close to his belly.  The other half was a kind of cage that closed over his cock which they forced to lay close to the testicles.  The cage was secured with leather straps that went under his haunches, and up his ass crack.

Then Batman’s legs were released while Billy brought a pair of jeans for him to wear.  The metal cage gave Batman the appearance of having a nice basket.  A hole was cut out from the back of the jeans which allowed access to Batman’s rectum.  Meanwhile, Robin watched all of these proceedings in horror and revulsion.  Curly brought over a large wooden pear-like device and showed it to Robin:  “This goes up your ass whore-boy.”  Then he added, “without lubrication.”  Robin was released and bent over while the horrible object was forced into his ass hole.  Then he was quickly dressed in some tight fitting blue jeans.

The two men were led out to the corral where their horses were kept.  Batman noticed that the outlaws had made some modifications to his saddle.  A large, thick wooden dildo had been nailed to the back of the saddle.  Now he knew why the back had been cut out from his jeans.  “OK Batman, climb up onto the saddle.”  Batman did so and somehow managed to sit down without going near the dildo.  “You did it wrong Batman, the pole goes up your ass.  Now position yourself correctly or Robin’s history.”  Reluctantly, Batman allowed the dildo to enter his rectum.  He slowly lowered himself onto it.  However, the dildo was about 7 inches long and he could only get it inside 5 inches.

This did not escape the notice of the gang members.  Two of them went over and grabbing Batman’s legs, pulled him downward.  The wooden pole tore into his gut, causing Batman to scream in agony.  Then they attached manacles to his ankles so he couldn’t get off the saddle.  His arms were tied to the nub at the front of the saddle so that he would be able to guide the horse.  “You’d better hope to hell that the horse don’t go too fast or you don’t fall off or else you’ll really be messed up,” laughed Space Cowboy.  Curly came over to him and said, “See what happens when you don’t do as you’re told, shit head? This’ll teach you to fuck with us.”

Then it was Robin’s turn.  He already had a large pear-shaped dildo in his ass which made it very uncomfortable to sit down.  They made him get onto the saddle, then his arms were tied behind his back and the rope attached to the rear node of the saddle.  Sam came over on another horse carrying a coil of metal.  “This is the latest thing to fence in property.  I think they call it “barbed wire.”  It’s really flexible but it would probably hurt if you fell on it.”  Sam leaned over, unzipped Robin’s jeans and took out his cock and balls.  Sam wrapped the barbed wire around the base of the genitals.  He looped the wire around the front node of the saddle and then came back and looped some more wire around Robin’s cock and balls.  The remainder of the wire was circled around Robin’s waist and then wrapped around his arms which were tied behind his back.

Sam hadn’t been too careful and nicked Robin several times in the process of tying him to the saddle.  With each prick, Robin screamed.  Fortunately, the barbs were about 6 inches apart.  Nonetheless, they still were capable of doing some damage.  “Now here’s the program cunts,”  Space Cowboy explained, “We’re going to let you ride back to Cairo.  The terrain is rough as you know, so I’m sure it won’t be too pleasant, especially with the dildos up your asses.  You’d better hope that the horses listen or else you Batman will have problems shitting for the rest of your life and you Robin may end up without a cock or a least a cock that’s cut to ribbons.”  Both men realized their predicament.

As a final punishment, Cyrus approached the horses carrying a lit torch.  The smell of fire upset the horses and they reared up to escape the flame.  Of course, this action forced the dildo up Batman’s ass even further and the barbed wire pulled on Robin’s dick and scratched his torso.  Both men were screaming and begging for mercy.  The gang members led the two horses out to the desert and pointed in the direction of Cairo.  “You’d better hurry home sheriff.  If you take too long, your balls’ll fall off,” sneered Space Cowboy as his men hit the rear end of the horses causing them to trot off with their captives moaning in intense agony.

Since the Justice League had not heard from the Dynamic Duo in several days, Superman and Green Lantern went to investigate. They inquired about the Dynamic Duo in Cairo and the townspeople told them that Batman and Robin had gone out into the desert.  So Superman and Green Lantern headed out in that direction.

They caught sight of the Caped Crusaders on their horses and the two heroes flew down to meet them. When they saw the torture that Batman and Robin had endured, they were pissed off. Because of the injuries they quickly untied the Dynamic Duo and flew with them back to Justice League headquarters where they could be healed. After releasing the two men from their saddle prisons, the JLA doctors set about removing the rubber bands around Batman’s balls.  He was able to get them off; however, the bands had caused some damage to Batman’s genitals as he found out later.  Although he could still get and maintain an erection, it was extremely painful to ejaculate.  Effectively then, Space Cowboy had made Batman a eunuch. Robin fared much better. Although his torso and scrotum were nicked by the barbed wire, no permanent damage was done.

Some good did come out of this whole episode:  Batman and Robin recognized that they loved each other and no longer played coy.  They eventually deepened their relationship for one another and became lovers. With rest and therapy,Batman found that his penis worked as it had before. Soon the two studs were getting it on like teenagers.

Sandro sat nervously in his favourite armchair.  Tonight was the night!  Either he'd be revenged upon the cocky do-gooder or he'd end up with the sorest ass in town.....

Suddenly, out of nowhere, he was there by the window.  Standing tall and proud, enigmatic stare, cloak billowing in the breeze, his features lit by the soft tones of a single light bulb.

Batman smiled.  He wanted this cute jock so much it hurt!  Three weeks without any nookie was driving him wild .... wild and horny ...... and Batman always gets what he wants.  He strode over to the seated Sandro and effortlessly pulled him up, hugged him close and squeezed those delectable buns.....

"Mmmmmmmmm!..... you ready for some action!"

Sandro gulped, he needed all his concentration to resist the Bat's seduction ...... "Not so fast, superhero.  If you're gonna pop my cherry, I want something in return first!".

"Sure!", whispered Batman, "What would you like?".  He was used to this.  Normally a ride in the Batmobile was all these muscle jocks wanted ....... easy trade! ..... his dick was throbbing now, wanting release and wanting it now!  But the answer he got stopped him in his tracks!! .....

"Well, Bats, I wanna spank you!"

"No way!" gasped an amazed Batman, "I ain't never been spanked before, and I ain't starting now!  Besides, I'm way too old for a spanking! and it would be far to .... to .... humiliating for a superhero! .. Come on, kid, think again!"

But Sandro kept his cool and stuck to his guns, and no amount of pleading from Batman would change his mind.  Finally, a frustrated and very horny Batman let out a deep sigh ..... well, there was no way he round it, rape was outta the question ... against all his principals ..... and no other ass would do; once he set him mind on something there was no changing it.  So with gritted teeth he whispered, "Fine! you can spank me.  But with your bare hand only!"

Sandro grinned from ear to ear ..... it was working! ..... god, he hoped the old man's theory was correct ...... "Great, a hand-spanking it is then.  On your bare ass of course!".  Batman scowled ..... "and shall we say twenty minutes!".

"Twenty minutes! .... I was thinking more like five".  "You want my ass or not?", replied Sandro.  Batman scowled some more, "Fine.  Twenty minutes.  But this is Batman's ass your talking about.  Buns of steel.  Don't think for one minute I'm gonna be yelping or sobbing or anything wimpish like that!".

Sandro sat up straight, perched on the edge of the chair.  "Well", he said patting his knees, "drop those tights and get your ass over here".  Petulantly, Batman removed his cape, undid his utility belt and let it drop to the floor, then stood by Sandro's side.  He hesitated for a few moments before yanking down his tights.  But when he did out flopped a humungous cock and balls that made Sandro's jaws drop.  No wonder they call it the Bat pole, he thought.  And then an amazing think happened.  The great Batman, supreme superhero, defeater of a hundred dastardly villains, quietly draped himself over Sandro's knees.  Feet and hands planted firmly on the floor, his smooth, bare melon-like buns were thrust up in a perfect spanking position.....

Sandro gulped.  This was like a dream come true.  He marvelled at the firm, round, marble mounds of Batman's ass flesh curved temptingly over his thighs.  He looked at the clock - it was exactly eight o'clock - he raised his left hand and did something that no other living human being had ever done.  He spanked the naked ass of Batman!!  And it felt good, it felt real good.  His glutes were as hard as nails, but Sandro bounced the palm of his hand off them time and time again until they began to turn pink.  Five minutes passed and Batman had not uttered a word or even twitched a little, just lay there impassively.  Sandro began to have doubts if his plan would work ...... he needed to do something and quickly ....

He opened his legs slightly and felt the huge wedding tackle slip between them.  With his free hand he reached over and gently squeezed one of the Bat's tennis-sized balls.  The reaction was instant!  Batman jumped up in shock! ... and sporting a boner!.... "That's not allowed!! .... you keep your hands off my privates, you hear!", he snapped, turning red at the embarrassment of it all.  God, what you have to do to get your rocks off round here!

"Sorry, Bats, no idea you were so sensitive!.  Come on, over you go, we ain't finished yet!"  Batman assumed the position again.  "Oh, and by the way", grinned Sandro, "coz you got up before your time was up, we start right from the beginning!".... "Hey!!", yelled Batman, "that ain't fair!!".  "It's the rules, Bats baby, take 'em or leave 'em".  Batman didn't move.  "I'll take that for a yes, then!  Right, on with the show!".

Sandro was having the time of his life! - spanking the twin beefy globes of the bare-assed Bat.  And with every spank, he squeezed his thighs together, squeezing and teasing the Bat's cock and balls.  Batman groaned - not with pain, he hardly felt the gentle hand-slapping of his melon-shaped buns, in fact it produced a nice warm glow that he found quite exciting - no, the groans were for the precum that was now oozing out of his throbbing twelve-inch cock as it rubbed between Sandro's muscular thighs.  God, he didn't want to come like this! ... so humiliating ..... but it felt sooooooo nice.  And then he thought, 'why not?', 'mmmmmmmmmmm, spank me punk! ... and when I've shot my load, I'll show you the real Batman .... a boner that stays hard!! ..... then your cherry is mine!!'

Amazingly, at exactly the same time, Sandro was having exactly the same thoughts as his open palm pounded the muscular beefy jiggling buns and his own cock ached for release.  But there could only be one winner ..... just who would it be? ........

Series : Just Don’t Forget

Author : IcarusProject

Story : Then Again...

Author : ngm

Story : Mouthy

Author : MissNaya

Story : Bat Cage

Author : Jesterkitty

The Doctor entered the room where his henchmen had taken Batman. They had restrained Batman in the same fashion as Robin, just as he had instructed. The Doctor had studied up on the caped crusaders and how they foiled other villains. The other villains were always two overconfident. They always underestimated Batman and Robin and left them alone in some sort of death trap and they always escaped. The Doctor was extra cautious with Batman and Robin. Even though Batman had been dosed with his mind control drug, he had his henchmen restrain him and stand guard just as a precaution.

Batman stood restrained blankly staring in front of him. “Hello Batman. I’ve been waiting for this moment for quite some time” said the Doctor. The Doctor had just finished breaking Robin by raping him and having his henchman continue to fuck him. This would not be the case with Batman though. He had Gotham’s most revered hero under his control and he was going to have fun with this. The Doctor walked over to Batman. “Now Batman, tell me the truth, do you like women…..or men?” “Women” replied Batman. The Doctor smiled, “Is that so. Have you ever been with a man?” “No” replied Batman. “Well Batman, in your everyday life, how would you feel about sexually interacting with another man?” “I would never do anything with another man sexually” replied Batman. “Good, very good Batman. Precisely what I thought. Look at you, the pinnacle of a man.” The Doctor began to rub his hands along Batman’s biceps. “A strong tough man who protects and entire city.” The Doctor moved his hands to rubbing Batman’s chest and his stomach. “A man who thwarts evil villains almost every day.” The Doctor moved his hand and began rubbing Batman’s crotch. “You are the pinnacle of masculinity aren’t you Batman?” Batman’s cock had begun to harden and the Doctor could see the tent that was forming in Batman’s costume. “Well Batman, it seems like even though you like women, you seem to like me don’t you?” He continued to rub Batman’s crotch. “Well, I certainly like what’s happening in your little blue bat panties right now.” The Doctor, wearing only his underwear, pressed his body against Batman. “Batman, I want you to kiss me passionately like you would a woman you love.” In an instant, Batman quickly pressed his lips softly against the Doctor’s. Batman pierced the Doctor’s lips with his tongue. Batman was definitely a good kisser, the Doctor thought as their tongues fiercely wrestled. The Doctor pulled away from Batman and instructed him to stop. “So answer me honestly Batman, how did it feel kissing another man?” “Disgusting” Batman replied. The Doctor loved making a straight man, especially one of Batman’s caliber, engage in sexual acts with another man when they were completely adverse to it. Unlike Robin, Batman was completely under the Doctor’s control. The Doctor was going to relish in making Batman do more things he knew the hero would find disgusting and humiliating. “And Batman, now answer this honestly again, but this time, I want you to smile when you answered. How would you feel if you were forced to sexually please another man? To submit to his every sexual whim.” Batman began to smile, “I would feel humiliated, disgusted, and degraded. The thought of it makes me feel sickened.” “That’s just what I want to hear” replied the Doctor as he smiled back at caped crusader.

The Doctor sat down in a chair that was in the room. He had so many ideas of what he could do to Batman. He felt like a kid in a candy store. Although he could have had the hero riding his cock already, he wanted to take his time and find all sorts of ways to humiliate and use Batman. “Batman, walk over to me” the Doctor commanded. Batman obeyed and walked over to the Doctor. “Good, now take off that cape of yours, I don’t want anything obstructing my view.” Batman removed his cape and dropped it on the ground. “Pick up your cape, and tie it around my neck” ordered the Doctor. Batman complied and tied his cape around the Doctor’s neck. The Doctor put his hands on his hips in a sort of hero pose and laughed. The Doctor sat back down in his chair. “Now that your cape is out of the way, turn around Batman.” Batman turned his back towards the Doctor. The Doctor had wanted a clear view of Batman’s ass. Batman had a nice plump but fit butt. Much more of a bubble and plumper than Robin’s. The Doctor had been craving getting his hands on Batman’s ass ever since he groped it while the hero was passed out. The Doctor placed his hands on Batman’s cheeks. He began to fondle and grope them. They were so soft yet firm, just like he remembered. “What nice Bat butt cheeks you have Batman” the Doctor laughed. He hated how Batman used the word Bat before all of his contraptions but found it hilarious to use to degrade the hero. The Doctor thought this would be a good time to start doing some reprogramming to Batman. While the Doctor continued rubbing and touching his ass, he commanded “Now Batman, I’m sure the idea of another man groping this gorgeous ass of yours is repulsive. From now on, I want you love the idea of another man touching your ass. The thought of men touching and groping your ass is a major turn on. You’ll also be aware that your ass is something that draws other men to you. You’ll be aware other men desire your ass; it’s a tool to attract other men. From now on, you’ll want to wear tight forming fitting clothes and underwear that show it off. Do you understand me Batman?” “Yes” Batman replied in a hypnotized sounding tone. That tone would not do, thought the Doctor. He wanted to feel like he was really talking to Batman. “Batman, when you reply to me I want you to talk in a normal tone and how you would normally respond in a conversation. I also want you to refer to me as master, so when I ask you a question please make sure you say yes or no master. Am I clear?” “Yes, you are clear master” replied Batman in a normal tone. “Good” the Doctor replied as he spanked and grabbed one of Batman’s ass cheeks. “Now Batman, I want you to bow down to me, get down on all fours and bow to your master.” Batman quickly got down on all fours and bowed down. The Doctor stood up and placed his foot on top of Batman’s back, asserting his dominance over the now controlled hero. “You are now mine Batman. You are a mere object for my pleasure.” The Doctor looked down at the dominated hero. The Doctor’s work with Robin had meant to break him; to violate and break him down. His fun with Batman would be all be about control and humiliation.

The Doctor leaned down to Batman and pulled down the zipper at the back of his costume exposing the super hero’s back. He ordered Batman to stand up. As soon as the hero stood up right, the doctor pulled the top of his costume forcefully down exposing his entire upper body. The Doctor placed his hands on Batman’s chest. The caped crusader had a nice pair or muscular pecs and great looking nipples. “Batman, I want you to take your thumb and index finger and rub your nipples with them.” The Doctor cackled as he watched a bare chested Batman playing which his nipples. As Batman continued to play with his nipples, the Doctor cupped Batman’s package. He began to rub him until Batman began to get semi-errect. The Doctor had a great idea. “Batman, I want you to take off the tights portion of your costume. I want you to leave on your cowl, your blue bat panties, and your boots. I’m going to turn around until you are finished. Once you are finished let me know.” The Doctor turned around. Although the thought of watching Batman strip naked was a major turn on, he wanted to wait and have more fun with the hero before seeing him completely naked. After a few moments Batman had stripped down to his cowl, costume underwear, and boots. “I have changed just like you asked master.” The Doctor turned around to view his captive. “So much better” said the Doctor. “You look so much better in just a pair of boots and those sexy panties of yours.” The Doctor pressed his body against the cape crusader, making sure his crotch was tightly pressed against Batman’s. “Do you like the feel of another man’s cock pressed against yours Batman?” the Doctor asked as he rubbed his finger on Batman’s lips. “No, I find it quite disgusting. I’ve never wanted to be this close to a man and want you to stop. I feel sick to my stomach.” Batman replied. The Doctor backed away from Batman and looked perplexed. The hero just continued to stare blankly ahead of him. The Doctor began to laugh realizing Batman was just answering his question honestly but was still under the Doctor’s control. “Oh Batman, I forgot you still love women and are sickened at the thought of doing anything with a man.” The Doctor thought he’d have a little more fun with this aspect before turning Batman gay.

The Doctor sat down in his chair, gazing at the half naked caped crusader. “Batman, I want you to get down on all fours.” Batman quickly got down on his hands and knees. “Now crawl over to me.” Batman crawled over to the Doctor who commanded him to stop right before his feet. The Doctor spread his legs open. “Batman, I want you to place your face in my crotch.” The caped crusader placed his face against the Doctor’s crotch. His mouth was right around the Doctor’s balls and the Doctor could feel the heat of Batman’s breath against them. “I want you to bury your face in my crotch and rub it all over.” Batman began to press his face deep into the Doctor’s crotch and move it all around. The Doctor loved watching Batman, such a masculine and manly hero, dive his face and bury it into another man’s crotch. Batman’s actions and the thoughts of forcing him into gay acts he knew Batman found repugnant was making the Doctor as hard as a rock. The Doctor order Batman to stop and commanded him upright on his knees. The Doctor leaned over to Batman and began gently stroking his cheek. He kissed Batman hard on the lips and sat back up. “Batman, I want you to put your hands on my chest.” Batman complied. “Good, now I want you rub and lightly grope my pecs.” Batman began to rub and grope the Doctors muscled pecs. The Doctor was loving the sight of Batman on his knees worshiping his pecs. Batman continued until the Doctor grew tired of it. He commended Batman to stop. His nipples were now erect from Batman’s touch which gave him an idea. “Batman, have you pleasured a woman by sucking her breasts?” “Yes, I have.” Batman replied. “Wonderful….just wonderful. I want you to pleasure my nipples like you’ve done to women in the past Batman” the Doctor ordered. Batman walked on his knees closer to the Doctor. He placed his mouth over the Doctor’s left nipple and began to suck on it. Batman’s tongue licked and caressed the Doctor’s nipple. Batman intensely kissed, licked, and sucked on the Doctor’s nipples. The Doctor moaned in pleasure. “You’re good at pleasing a man, aren’t you Batbitch?” The Doctor began to laugh. “Batbitch?” he thought to himself. What a wonderful new name to demean his new slave. “Batman, from now on, you’ll also respond to Batbitch. Understood?” Batman stopped his nipple pleasuring and acknowledged the Doctor’s command. The Doctor then ordered Batman to stand and to turn around.

The Doctor was loving that he could get Batman to do whatever he wanted. He loved getting sexual pleasure from the Batman and would continue to do so, but he still wanted to degrade the hero. He wanted to humiliate him and make him less of a man. The Doctor manically laughed as he knew exactly what he could do to achieve this. “Now Batbitch, I need you to listen very carefully to my instructions and don’t do anything until I have finished them. You will know I have finished my instructions because I will ask you if you understand once I’m done giving them. When I snap my fingers, I want you to continue to obey every command I give still, but I want you to act just as you would if you weren’t under my control and were your normal self. Same reactions, thoughts, mannerisms, feelings, just everything you would normally be. If I snap my fingers again, you will be put back in the state you are in now. This snapping will allow me to change the mode you are in so to speak, while still holding complete control over you. Do you understand Batbitch?” “Yes I understand Master” replied Batman. “Excellent. Now Batman, in a moment I’m going to snap my fingers. When I snap my fingers to change your state, you will be unable to move your arms and legs. Understood?” “Yes Master” replied Batman. The Doctor snapped his fingers.

Batman looked around perplexed for a moment. “Where am I!?” he shouted. Batman went to move and found he couldn’t move his arms or legs. “I’m stuck. I can’t seem to move!” “That’s right Batbitch, you can’t move” replied the Doctor. “What have you done to me you evil doer?! Why am I only wearing part of my costume?!” Batman was frantic and furious trying desperately to move. The Doctor moved to the front of Batman so Batman could see him now. He smiled at the caped crusader. “The costume was just a little too concealing.” The Doctor placed both his hands on Batman’s bare chest, and ran them down to his lower abs right above his underwear. “This is much more…..revealing.” The Doctor said as he moved his hands down the outside of Batman’s underwear and cupped his crotch. Batman’s face became enraged. “Let go of me you sick pervert!” Batman screamed. The Doctor ignored Batman’s commands and began rubbing Batman’s crotch. “Stop it! Stop that immediately!” Although Batman was trying to fight it, the stimulation of having his crotch rubbed and the fear of what was going to be done to him, caused Batman’s cock to grown. He was semi erect and it was clearly filling out his underwear. “Is that what Robin does to you while you two are alone in your little Batcave? Does he pleasure you like this?” the Doctor mockingly asked as he was massaging Batman’s crotch.

Batman was ashamed this action was making his cock excited, but knew it was only the physical reaction of being touched, not because he liked it. The Doctor’s mocking comments made Batman suddenly think of Robin. “Where’s Robin?! What have you done with Robin?!” The Doctor let go of Batman’s crotch. “Robin? Oh, well he’s quite busy at the moment actually.” Batman continued to struggle, “You better not have hurt him or else!” Batman angrily shouted. “Don’t worry, you’ll be seeing Robin soon enough. And you’re in no position to make threats Batman.” Batman took solace in knowing his side kick was alive, but was sick with worry wondering if he was okay. “You are such a beautiful specimen of man Batman. I’m sure women throw themselves at you left and right.” The Doctor said while caressing Batman’s face. Batman winced his face in disgust and tried to move his face away. “Tell me Batman, how many women have you been with?” “Six” Batman quickly replied. Batman didn’t know why he told such private information. It was as if he just felt compelled to blurt it out. “Only six? That’s rather pathetic Batman. Now you know why I like calling you Batbitch. Now tell me, how many men have you ever been with sexually?” “None! I would never do anything with a man!” Batman angrily shouted. “You wouldn’t?” the Doctor asked with an eyebrow cocked. “Why not Batman?” “That’s just wrong and sick. I love women and have no interest in anything sexual with a man. The thought of it is sickening…it’s disgusting to me. It’s perverse!” “You’re a pervert for even thinking it and for touching me the way you keep doing.” The Doctor laughed. “I’m a pervert huh? Well then, we’ll see who the pervert is.” The Doctor put his face up close to Batman’s, “Make out with me Batman.”

Batman plunged his lips into the Doctor’s and slipped his tongue in the Doctor’s mouth. As their tongues began swirling around each other’s Batman realized what he was doing. He was suddenly passionately kissing another man. Batman tried to stop and even pull away, but his body would not respond. Try as he might, Batman could not stop making out with the Doctor. Batman felt like he was going to gag. His stomach turned thinking about what he was doing. His anger built knowing he didn’t want this and couldn’t stop. The Doctor continued the kiss knowing how much this would anger and mess with Batman’s head. He forced Batman to kiss him for several minutes and finally pulled away. Batman gasped in horror and saw the look of disdain and confusion in the hero’s eyes. “I’m the pervert Batman? Look at you kissing other men like that with such passion.” Batman seethed with anger, “I did not want to kiss you!! That was disgusting!! You’ve done something to me!! What have done?! What have you…” The Doctor placed his finger on Batman’s mouth and shushed him. “Kiss me softly on my lips with no tongue” he ordered. Batman began to lightly kiss the Doctor and the two kissed softly like a couple in love. Batman again felt disgusted and confused. How was the Doctor forcing him into the sickening gay acts? His eyes began to water from anger and frustration. The Doctor backed away from Batman “That felt nice, was it good for you baby?” the Doctor asked and quickly pecked him on the lips. Batman was so angry at what was happening and confused at how it was happening that he couldn’t find words to speak. The Doctor moved behind Batman and was gently massaging his shoulders. “Stop touching me!!” Batman screamed. “Not going to happen Batbitch” the Doctor whispered in his ear. Batman tried again desperately to move his legs and arms to fight off the Doctor’s molesting hands. Batman felt dirty being touched by a pervert. Batman didn’t know how he would escape the assault.

The Doctor ran his hands down Batman’s back to the lower portion above his costume briefs. Batman had continued his shouting at the Doctor, which the Doctor simply ignored. He moved his hands to stroking Batman’s ass on top of his costume briefs. “You know Batman, you have one hell of an ass. I bet you don’t know how many men stare at it as you strut around acting all high and mighty. Watching it move all the while fantasizing about pounding it.” Batman’s body tense in the horrible thought of all of that. “That’s sick! You’re sick! You’re!” Before Batman could finished, the Doctor shouted “Enough! You will be quiet until I say so!” Batman tried to speak but was unable to. Try as he might, no words would come out. He moved his head as if that would help, but to no avail. The Doctor would allow him to speak again evenuatlly, but all the shouting stopped being a turn on. Now Batman was trapped with his own thoughts about what was happening. “Now as I was saying Batman. Do you know what happened when you were knocked out?” Batman could only stare angrily and shake his head at the Doctor. “Well, I turned you over onto your stomach and copped a little feel of those plump Bat butt cheeks.” The Doctor said as he palmed both of Batman’s ass cheeks. “It’s one of my favorite parts about you Batman” said the Doctor as he slipped both hands down the back of Batman’s briefs and placed them on his naked cheeks. Batman wanted to scream and couldn’t. He was mortified another man had his hands on his ass. Groping and fondling it like he was a woman. Batman realized he was a mere sexual object to the Doctor, and no matter what he did, the Doctor could do whatever he wanted. Batman’s anger turned to fear as he realized no matter how disgusted he was or how much he fought against this, there was nothing he could do. For the first time, Batman began to have slight feelings of hopelessness.

The Doctor pulled the back of Batman’s briefs down to the bottom of his ass. The Doctor was beginning to get hard just staring at the caped crusaders exposed and bare ass. Batman’s plump and fit ass looked even better exposed. Batman had just a little bit of peach fuzz on those cheeks and it drove the doctor wild. For a few minutes he groped Batman’s bare ass. “You like this, don’t you Batbitch? You like another man touching your ass don’t you?” Batman was horrified when the first thought he had was that his ass was a tool to attract other men to him, and he wanted to wear clothes that showed it off. The Doctor’s previous commands had kicked in. Batman was so confused he couldn’t think clearly. The Doctor bent down and spread Batman’s ass cheeks. “Looks like you’re a virgin to” The Doctor said as he ran his finger down Batman’s ass crack and rubbed it light on his hole. The Doctor let go of Batman’s ass and stood up. He spanked Batman’s right ass cheek hard and gripped it. He repeated this several times. “You’re my Batbitch now. You like getting spanked Batbitch? Yeah you do, you like it! You’re my little Batbitch and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Batman’s eyes weld up with tears from the pain of the spanking. The Doctor could tell that Batman was still angry, but not fully degraded yet. He knew he had to do something more drastic. From behind, the Doctor reached his hands round Batman and placed them on his stomach above his briefs. The Doctor rubbed both hands on Batman’s stomach for a moment, before plunging them down the front of Batman’s briefs. To Batman’s horror, the Doctor was now stroking his cock and fondling his balls. Batman wanted to scream out. He wanted to beat the life out of the Doctor. Batman moved his body swaying it as hard as he could hoping he could yet again escape.

The Doctor delighted in Batman’s struggle. From the Doctor’s touch, Batman’s cock began to harden. He came around to the front of Batman and locked his eyes with the hero’s. The Doctor continued to fondle the caped crusader’s genitals. He could see the anger and slowing defeat in Batman’s eyes. After several minutes Batman was fully hard. His briefs were now a pointed tent. Batman was ashamed he was hard. A man had succeeded in making his cock respond. He tried to avert the Doctor’s gaze. The Doctor knew Batman’s shame and guilt would not allow him to look him in the eye. “What’s wrong my little bare assed Batbitch? Not so straight after all are you? Look at how hard you are. You can barely stay contained in your little Bat panties.” Batman was non longer angry, he felt like less of a man. “You kissed me Batman. You had your little Bat tongue in another man’s mouth. You’re letting another man touch and grope your ass. You’re even letting another man get you hard as a rock!” the Doctor said as grabbed hold of Batman’s cock. “You may speak again, tell me what you think.” Batman was so humiliated he could barely speak, “Stop” was all he could say. The Doctor knew he had Batman right where he wanted. “I want you to pull your briefs down around your ankles Batman”. Batman without thinking was able to move his arms down and quickly yanked his briefs down around his ankles. Batman stood naked and erect, now only wearing his boots and cowl. “Look how readily you want to get naked in front of me Batman. You are the pervert. You want me or else you wouldn’t be doing this!” Batman’s voice trembled. “nnnooo….no…that’s not true. You are doing something to me.” The Doctor smirked, “Kiss me again Batman. Batman pressed his lips against the Doctor and began passionately kissing him again. Batman’s eyes teared up from the humiliation and disgust. He felt Batman’s tears on his cheek. This once strong hero was now breaking at the seams. Batman was much stronger than Robin, so knew he had to quickly step this up to ensure Batman would be humiliated.

The Doctor pulled away from the kiss and stroked Batman’s cock. “You know Batman, this has been all about you getting pleasure. This is about me getting pleasure from you Batbitch. Rub my crotch over my underwear Batman.” Batman began rubbing the Doctor’s crotch. Batman felt disgusted as he touched the Doctor’s privates. He could feel the Doctor’s balls as well as his cock stiffening. “That’s good Batman, really good! See that, you know how to please other men. Now get down on your knees and no talking!” Batman crashed to his knees quickly. His eyes widened with fear as his face was now directly in front of the Doctor’s tenting underwear. The Doctor moved forward and began rubbing his underwear covered crotch all over Batman’s face. He took the back of Batman’s head and firmly forced his face deep into his crotch. As he rubbed it all over Batman, he said “There you go Batbitch. How do you like another man’s crotch all over your face!” Batman was beginning to break. Batman was always the alpha male who defeated the villain and humiliated them. He was now on his knees with another man’s privates being pressed into his face. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if the commissioner or Robin walked in. They would think he was gay and liked it. Batman was suddenly relieved when the Doctor pulled his crotch out of his face. He sighed with relief, but it would prove to be a moment of calm before the storm.

The Doctor was now fully erect. It was pointing up and out of his underwear. He once again moved close to Batman’s face, but was not pressing against it. “Batman I want you to pull my underwear down and expose my cock.” Batman pulled the Doctor’s underwear down slightly and was immediately hit in the face with the Doctor’s erection. Batman felt so dirty and demeaned. The Doctor laughed and ordered Batman to remove his underwear fully. “Now grab my cock and jerk me off slowly.” Batman wrapped his hand around the Doctor’s hard cock and began jerking it slowly. Batman had never touched another man’s cock. He was sickened holding another man’s penis. It felt rubbery, strange and wrong. “Smile while you touch me Batman.” Batman began to smile and look happy as he stroked the Doctor’s cock. Batman was smiling, but he was now dying on the inside. “Look how happy you are touching my cock Batman. Tell me you love stroking my cock” said the Doctor. “I love stroking your cock” Batman blurted out. “Wh…wh…what am I saying?!” Batman said bewildered. “I think your saying you love touching another man. You clearly love my dick Batbitch. Stop stroking my cock and start playing with your own. Keep smiling while you do it and look at me like you want to have sex with me right now.” Batman began to play with himself and look at the Doctor with a smile and face full of desire. Batman was become fully hard again as he jerked himself. Batman was horrified at what he was doing. How was he following the Doctor’s commands? The last thing Batman ever wanted to do was touch another man sexually, let alone pleasure himself in front of one. He didn’t want the Doctor, yet was looking at him with all the intensity of sexual desire. “Why are you doing this to me?” Batman asked in a scared sounding tone. The Doctor loved that he could hear fear in the hero’s voice. It meant Batman was feeling scared and it was all part of the Doctor’s plan to degrade him. “Batman, I’m not making you do anything. I didn’t hold a gun to your head. You kissed me remember? You eagerly pulled down your little Bat panties when I asked. You even got hard as I touched you!” said the Doctor. “I didn’t www…want those things” Batman stuttered out of disgust and shame at thinking of these actions. “I think you did want those things Batman. I think you might be a closeted cape crusader. I bet you lust secretly after other men. I mean look at those costumes you and Robin run around in. It shows off your fantastic asses and is tight around your little bat bulges. I bet your craving dick right now Batman” Batman went to open his mouth to refute the Doctor’s claims, but before he could the Doctor smacked Batman in the mouth with his cock. The Doctor’s cock stood upright on Batman’s mouth just like if he had put his finger on Batman’s mouth. The Doctor laughed and shushed Batman again. “Quiet now Batman.” Batman again was unable to speak. The Doctor began slapping Batman in the face and mouth with his cock. He began to rub his cock all over Batman’s mouth. He rubbed the head of his cock on the inside of Batman’s lips, feeling a little bit of the warmth and wetness of Batman’s mouth. Batman began to gag and dry heave from having the Doctor’s cock in his mouth. He was become physically sick from having to participate in these gay sex acts. “What’s wrong Batman?” Batman dry heaved again, “This is sick…please stop, I don’t want to do this.” Batman said weakly. “Batman you will no longer get physically sick from sexual interaction with another man” commanded the Doctor. Batman no longer felt physical disgust from interacting with the Doctor. He knew mentally it was sick and disgusting, but his stomach no longer turned nor did he gag. “Now take my dick in your mouth.” Batman wrapped his mouth around the Doctor’s cock. “Suck my cock Batman.”

Tears streamed down Batman’s face. The hero was crying from the assault that was now being carried out on him. The Doctor was thrusting his cock back and forth in Batman’s mouth. He felt so degraded sucking another man’s dick. This is what women did for men, not something another man would do. Batman could not stop sucking on the Doctor. He wanted to stop more than anything in the world, but could not no matter how hard he tried. He felt compelled to suck the Doctor and continued to do so. The hero felt even more degraded at the Doctor’s balls smacked his chin. “Looks up at me while you suck my cock Batman” ordered the Doctor. The hero turned his gaze up at the Doctor. Batman felt completely humiliated having to look up at the Doctor. “You’re doing a great job caped cock sucker. Now suck on my balls. Batman complied and found the Doctor’s falls were in his mouth. Batman sucked and licked the Doctor’s balls unwillingly. The Doctor let out a moan and looked down. He delighted at the sight of Batman sucking his balls while the hero pleasured himself. Tears periodically fell from hero’s eyes. The Doctor new Batman was thoroughly humiliated. He stepped away from the heroes face. His cock flopped against the hero’s face as he stepped away. “Tell me Batman, how humiliated o you feel?” Tears streamed down Batman’s “I feel completely humiliated” he answered as commanded. “Wonderful, just wonderful” the Doctor said with delight. The Doctor got up, ordered the caped crusader to cease touching himself, and walked to the other side of the room. He pressed a button on the wall. Once he did, the wall next to the button turned and reveled a large bed. “I think we can do a bit better than completely humiliated Batbitch. Now walk over hear you caped cock sucker.”

Batman got off his knees and stood up. The Doctor laughed watching the crying hero try to walk over with his underwear around his ankles still. The Doctor instructed Batman to come sit on the bed. The Doctor then positioned himself lying on all fours and stuck his ass out. “Put your hands on my ass Batbitch.” Batman complied silently. He stopped speaking since he knew at this point his anger and pleas would do no good. “There you go Batbitch. Now it’s time to pleasure my ass. I want you to give me a rim job.” More tears streamed down the broken hero’s face as he plunged his face into the Doctor’s ass. He began to lick the Doctor’s hole and stuck his tongue as far in as it would go. Batman could not stop burying his face in the Doctor’s ass. Batman couldn’t find words to describe how he felt. He was licking with and playing with another man’s ass. He felt like less of a man. He was reduced to pleasing this perverted villains every sexual whim. Batman could still not understand what the Doctor did to him that was compelling him to follow his orders. After several minutes of tonguing the Doctor’s hole, the Doctor final felt it was time to fuck Batman.

He commanded Batman to stop and told Batman to trade places with him and lay on all fours. The Doctor got behind Batma. “Stick that Bat ass up a little more Batbitch.” Batman followed his orders and stuck his ass up. The Doctor took some lube and drizzled it into Batman’s ass and rubbed some on his own dick. Batman knew what was coming and begged the Doctor “Please…please don’t do this.” The Doctor just laughed and grabbed Batman’s ass. “Oh I’ll be doing this for a while Batbitch.” Just then the Doctor mercilessly thrust his cock directly into Batman hard. Batman screamed in pain, but was unable to move or twitch. The Doctor was already balls deep into Batman. Batman began to cry and whimper as the Doctor pounded Batman’s ass. He loved the sight of see Batman’s plump ass cheeks giggling as he fucked his ass. He also loved the sound of hearing Batman cry and whimper. He knew Batman was completely destroyed. “You like having a big cock up your ass caped cock sucker? You’ve been defeated you little Batbitch. Look how sad you are. You’ve gone from a straight man who defeats all the villains in Gotham to a fag who kisses other men. You sucked another man’s cocks, ate out another man’s ass, and gets fucked all by a villain. You’re a pathetic weak hero Batman. You should be ashamed,” Batman was too shocked to respond…all he could do was continue to cry as he was continually raped by the Doctor.

The Doctor pulled out of Batman and laid next to him. “Batman, I want you to ride my cock. Just like a woman would ride your little Bat Cock.” Batman began to get on top of the Doctor and slid his ass onto the Doctor’s cock. He began to bob up and down riding the Doctor’s cock like a woman. “Look at you Batman, you’re the perfect bitch. Riding my dick like a lady. Maybe I should start calling you Batgirl.” The Doctor laughed as the Batman continued riding his cock and moaning in pain. The Doctor ordered him to speed up and pleasure himself while doing it. After a few minutes, the Doctor ordered him off and told Batman to lie on his back, put his legs in the air, and continue to pleasure himself. The Doctor spread his legs open and continued to fuck Batman. “There you go Batman. Look at your with your legs in the air getting fucked. You’re such a little slut.” He looked into Batman’s eyes as he continued to fuck the hero. Tears, pain, and shame was all he could see in the hero’s eyes. The Doctor was close to finishing. “Batman, I’m going to cum in a moment. Work yourself up and cum at the same time I do.” Batman began stroking himself quicker and harder. The Doctor could tell once Batman was close as well. The Doctor released his load inside Batman’s ass. It was a large load from being so worked up and he continued to shoot inside Batman. As Batman felt the hot load fill his ass, Batman began to cum all over himself. It shot all over his stomach and dribbled on his crotch. Batman laid in shock. He just came while being fucked by another man. He began sobbing and crying as he realized the gravity of what had happened. The feeling of cum leaking out of his ass was too overwhelming for Batman. He realized he had been completely raped and subjugated by this villain. He was defeated.

Penguin & Joker’s Fun TV set 2

Batman assorted villains