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"Jason..are you paying attention?" Jason smiles, a vein popping out of his forehead as he looks at the monitor of the batcomputer. He leans back into Batman's chair cockily. The camera on the computer captures Jason's pure annoyance.

"I heard you, Bruce..Was that all?" Jason, crosses his arms, huffing in annoyance. Bruce, annoyed, grumbles under his breath and hangs up the phone. Jason melts into the seat, looking down at you as you are sloppily sucking his cock. You're inexperienced in taking something this big. Jason places his large hand gently on your head, guiding you down slowly as you struggle to take more of his length. Smiling down at you and biting his lip, the sound of slurping and whimpering echoes through the walls of the Batcave.

"What a good boy~" Jason gently tangles his fingers in your soft hair, slowly pushing you farther down on his thick shaft. Your eyes widen as you quickly grip your hands onto his thighs, trying to pull your head back up, but his strong hand keeps your head in place. Tears well up in your eyes and your throat constricts around this cock. Jason tilts his head back, using his hand to move your head up and down his shaft as if you were some kind of fleshlight. You clench your fists, gripping onto his pants desperately. You look utterly pathetic; kneeling in front of him with out-turned legs while your eyes roll back into your head with tears streaming down your face. Jason looks down at you taking in your debauched display. You buck your hips ever so slightly, trying to get some kind of stimulation out of this. To Jason, you just look like a desperate puppy. He looks down at you with a shameless cockiness, and puts his shoe directly on your crotch. Your face twists, you dig your nails into his thighs. "Hm? What was that?" He pulls your head off of his cock, finally allowing you to breathe properly.

You pant, trying to catch your breath as you wipe the drool off of your chin with the back of your slender hand. Looking up at Jason, you glare at him. "What...the hell.." You get out in between pants. Jason can't help but smile, taking in the sight of you.

"What? Not a fan?" He shrugs. He leans down, his face inches from yours. "I thought you were doing a great job!" He smiles sarcastically. You can't help but scowl, but you're not a hundred percent angry with him. Just the tiniest bit mad.

"yea...when I was suffocating on that lampost you call a dick.." You mutter in annoyance, still on your knees. He huffs conceitedly, closing his eyes with arrogance. He hums, placing his elbow on the armrest of Batman's chair. He rests his chin on the back of his hand, pressing down on your crotch more ruthlessly with his foot.

"hmm..a lampost? What would you call this sorry excuse of a dick then?" He feigns feeling hurt, but he just wants to take this opportunity to degrade you. "Maybe a twig?..." He pauses for a moment, putting more pressure on your crotch. Your face twists more as you grab onto his leg to try and get him to stop. "No...maybe a toothpick is more fitting~" He smiles smugly down at you. You grip onto his pantleg, the pressure becoming too much for you. You shoot him innocent puppydog eyes to try and plead with him to release you.

“Please..I’m sorry..I’ll be good” You beg, placing your forehead on his shin. “I-..I’ll be a nice, good boy.” You plead even more,voice cracking as you beg for him to spare you mercy. You feel the pressure slowly lessen, but not disappear fully. You look up to meet his eyes, just to be met with his power drunk smirk. 

“This is a good look for you. You should get on your knees and beg more often.” He huffs arrogantly, using the leg you’re latched onto to push you off of him. “Finish what you started, be quick though. Bruce should be back in about…thirty minutes” He looks at his wrist as if he were looking at a watch. Your eyes narrow in annoyance for a moment, before straightening up quickly and gently grabbing his hardened cock. You meet his eyes as you lick a line from the base to the tip. He gives you a smug smile before tapping on his bare wrist. You start lapping at it like some kind of dog, which gets a reaction out of him. So many thoughts rush through your head, you don’t want to suffocate on the sheer length and girth of him but you do want to make him feel good. You hesitantly open your mouth wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. You use your tongue to stimulate the head, and begin to suck. You close your eyes, mustering the courage to take him deeper. The slow stimulation forces Jason to feel the heat of your mouth. He can feel each bump of your tastebuds lapping at his shaft. His large hands grip tightly onto the armrests of the chair. He smiles as one of his eyes narrows, moving his foot up and down on your crotch. You whimper, your mouth still full of his cock. The vibrations of your voice stimulating him further. His smile widening slightly, showing off one of his sharp canines. Your determination to cum fuels your performance for him. You take him even deeper, your eyes beginning to well up with tears as you try not to gag. You buck your hips slightly against his shoe, your hardened cock aching for stimulation. You gently grab his balls with one of your hands, beginning to massage them slowly. He groans, moving his shoe up and down a little faster on your cock. The Batcave is echoing with obscene sounds, your soft whimpering and moans bounce off the walls. “You hear how pathetic you sound?” Jason still can help but degrade you in between moans. His body shudders, balls tightening in your hand. His muscular hand quickly grabs the back of your head, fully impaling your head with his shaft. Your eyes shoot open, as you feel the hot ropes of cum fill your throat. You grip his thighs again, trying to unsheath him from your throat, but it proves useless. Your mouth begins to fill with warm cum, it even spilling out of the corners of your lips. His foot presses down on your cock, making your body shudder and twitch in pure euphoria. He grips your hair, pulling you off of him. You cough, spitting out the little cum left in your mouth. He pants, looking down at you and tilting his head.

“You came from me stepping on your dick? You really are some kind of dog.” You’re too tired to shoot something back at him, but you narrow your eyes in annoyance as you wipe off your mouth again. He smiles sexily, “C’monn don’t be like that~ Let me get you a cute little collar~” Shooting him another glare, you lean back on your hands, “You act like a completely different person when you’re horny..” You mumble. It is true though, Jason acts snarky and condescending while fighting, but he’s never this insufferable. You pant, trying to catch your breath, “Fuck..” You whine. Jason looks at you, his eyes glimmering with pride. He tucks his soft dick into his pants and zips himself up, leaving you debauched on the cold floor of the Batcave. “You might wanna fix yourself up, Angel~ Bruce is back.” You glare at him with anger and now mostly fear, picking yourself up with weak knees and rushing up to the manor to shower. ‘This fucking asshole’ is all you can think as you run upstairs, trying to not be detected by Alfred.  

"ugh! are you almost done in there?" A stranger yells from the outside of the bathroom. Jason's large hand covers your mouth agressively. He places the other on your stomach, holding you against him, his cock all the way inside you. "mphf" you moan into his hand, causing him to hold your face harder. You start to loose the ability to breathe. As your shaky hands reach up and begin to claw his grip off of you, he begins pistoning himself in and out of you again. You dig your nails into his hand, causing him to begin to bleed. Your eyes begin to roll back into your head from lack of air consumption, but it all feels to good. The way he fits inside you is so perfect, he hits all of the right spots. Jason slips his hand to the side, getting his muscular forearm under you, lifting you up effortlessly as his thick cock is still inside you. He walks slowly to the sink counter, his cock moving in and out of you as he walks. Your brain is so air deprived and pleasure struck, you can barely form a thought. The only thing to pour out of your mouth is whimpering moans and drool. He slams you down onto the sink, pushing your head back into the mirror. He moves in close until your foreheads are touching. He stares into your eyes with his blue eyes bore into yours.

"Make a single sound and I knock you out. Understand, dog?" He threatens, putting more strength behind his hand when he says 'dog'. You nod your head, fear and lust behind your eyes. He lets go of your mouth, finally allowing you to breathe. The bathrooms in Wayne manor are soundproof, only letting sound in slightly from the outside. You don't know that though, and Jason is well aware of that. You can hear the gala Bruce is hosting from the inside of the bathroom, and a man waiting impatiently outside of the bathroom. Jason can see you getting anxiety, not liking the idea of having sex in public spaces. He leans in close, whispering in your ear.

"You hear that? So many people on the other side of this door. What would Bruce think about your progress when you're getting debauched at his gala?" Jason smiles coldly, still inside you. You whine, covering your mouth. He knows that you hate having sex in public, but he likes seeing you all scared. He likes knocking you off the pedestal you're usually standing on. So indifferent, so perfect. He likes seeing you so pathetic, it suits you to be writhing beneath him. He backs up, taking a good look at you. Your cock is twitching, still partially errect, your own cum coats your thighs and stomach. He smirks down at you wiping up some of your cum on his fingers, ripping your hands from your mouth and shoving his um coated fingers in your mouth. Your eyes widen as you try to spit it out, but he grips your neck. "Go onn~ Lap it up, puppy" He says condesendingly. Tears well up in your eyes as you cough, trying to push his hands away. He looks down at you, reeling in your undoing. His condesention is cut short by another bang on the door. "COME ON!! What takes so long in the bathroom?" Jason sneers at the door, looking back to you. He looks down menacingly.

"You're the only one of us to cum, dog. Now be a good boy, and help me out." Still inside of you, he pulls himself out slowly. Inch by agonizing inch. You begin to feel empty inside, as if your body started to get used to him being inside you. Just as you begin to that feeling, he slams himself forward sheathing himself fully inside you. You dig your nails into the granite counter, eyes widened. He groans, smiling as he's now balls deep inside you. I moan and whine, not being able to form a sentence. "Awee~ The doggy's trying to speak. How cute.." He continues ramming himself into you, as you try to push him off. Your punches too his chest are far too weak. To him, you look like a dog, pawing at him. He grabs your wrists with one of his hands, holding them above your head. "Take it like a good boy." The sound of skin slapping and squelching fill the bathroom, as you moan and cry out, hitting your head on the mirror. "Comeee on~ Do something sexy. Or else we'll be in here for a while. I've got stamina to burn" He says cockily, ramming into you carelessly. The feeling of his cock going in and out of you is mind numbing. You're barely able to think, let alone come up with an idea. Tears well up in your eyes, making you look more debautched than you just were. You open your mouth to speak.

"W-...woof~..ngh" Is all you're able to muster through the whines and moans. He looks down at you, his eyes widening slightly. He rams into you again, this time hitting that sweet spot. Your body twitches as you try to wriggle free from his grasp, but you end up just cumming all over yourself again. Jason, on the other hand, is still ramming into you. Until he does one more solid thrust into you. Your spent body begins to fill with the warm feeling of cum inside. Your brain still spent, can't even fathom a thought or reaction. Jason doesn't pull out though, he keeps you plugged up for a moment. He let's go of your wrists, watching them fall to the granite countertop, grabbing your face. He smiles before encapturing your mouth in a searing kiss. He doesn't pull away until it looks like you're almost out of oxygen.

"Such a good dog you are. We'll have to play again like this soon, huh?"