High above Gotham city the bat alert pierced the night sky. ..
🕑 Added 2022-11-22 01:50:13 +0000 UTC
High above Gotham city the bat alert pierced the night sky. At the Wayne Manor,however, Bruce Wayne was working out. He had long converted one of the mansion’s large elegant decor rooms into a fully equipped workout room. Among the Titans, Goyas,and Roman and Greek works, there was every piece of state of the art fitness equipment. Bruce was sweating and grunting out each rep of squats. He was shirtless as he supported the bar with four forty-five plates on each side on his massive thick shoulders. His black jogger pants hugged his powerful, muscular ass and were pulled tight around his buttocks as he squatted low. Alfred, Bruce’s faithful manservant stood behind him, trying to spot his employer. Just watching the younger, fit billionaire made the older man sweat. Alfred couldn’t help but notice Bruce’s bulging, smooth muscles flexing and bulging only inches from him. He found himself inhaling the younger man’s scent and sweat. Bruce finished his last rep and returned the weight to the squat station rack.
“Very well done, master Wayne,” Alfred spoke in his British accent.
“Thank you, Alfred,” Bruce responded exhaustedly, as he rested his thick forearms on the bar.
“I’m unfortunate not that good as a, what you call, a spotter,” Alfred wiped his forehead with the towel resting on his shoulders.
“That’s ok, Alfred,” Bruce pulled away from the bar.
“If I may inquire? Have you heard from master Grayson,” Alfred asked as he watched Bruce drop to the floor and began to pump out push ups.
Without breathing hard or stopping, Bruce replied, “no. I’m not expecting him to be open to talking for a while.”
Alfred watched Bruce’s muscle layered back flexing as he did each rep. He had watched him grow from a small boy to a fine muscular man. The older man had felt guilty for admiring the younger man. However, it was hard not to appreciate the beauty of a body like his employer’s.
Alfred’s attention was pulled from Bruce’s hard, shredded muscles to an intercom panel on the wall by a rare De Vince masterpiece, “There a bat alert, sir.”
Bruce jumped to his bare feet, “to the bat cave, Alfred.”
“Batman, I need your help. Joker and Mastermind had joined forces and had enslaved the wrestling team at the university. Only we, together, can stop them,” Bruce in his Batman mask and body armor watched Robin, aka Dick Grewyon, transmission on the monitor.
Batman could see the fear in Robin’s eyes but at the same time there was something off in the younger man’s voice. However, after their recent argument, Robin wouldn’t contact him if the situation wasn’t serious. Above all, Robin was one of two individuals that Batman trusted completely.
“I have tracked down Joker and Mastermind to an abandoned warehouse in the waterfront district. They are holding my teammates there. Please, Batman help me,” Robin pleaded through the monitor.
“Yes, Robin, I will be there as quickly as possible,” Batman responded before the transmission ended.
Across town, in the old waterfront district, Robin ended the transmission. His expression then went blank.
“You did well, Dickie,” the Joker came behind him and rubbed the masked boy’s shoulders.
“Thank you master,” Robin moaned in pleasure.
From the waist up Robin wore the red and green spandex of his superhero uniform. However, from the waist down he wore only a red jockstrap. The straight muscle boy was in complete ecstasy as he rode a thick dildo that was firmly impaled in his hole. Joker admired the shredded, well defined quads flexing as the vibration of the dildo rewarded the star college jock turned the boy wonder.
Mastermind stepped from behind the monitor, “the boy wonder is just the beginning. Soon we will have the cape crusader as well. The wonder duo will soon be our supersluts.” The two villains laughed, as Robin shot his load into his own jockstrap.
Batman swung through the window of the warehouse and landed to find members of the college wrestling team sitting, naked and bound on the floor. He instantly noticed the 8 younger men were staring at a large monitor which was displaying a bright spiral in blank eyes. The wrestlers’ cocks were rock hard and leaking on the concrete floor. To Batman’s horror, he found Robin among them. His tight athletic body was nake like the rest of them.
“Robin,” Batman tried to awaken his younger sidekick, who stared mindlessly also like the rest of his teammates. “Robin, wake up, it’s Batman,” Batman’s deep masculine voice was gruff and demanding.
Robin slowly looks up at his idol and fellow superhero. His eyes showed no emotion. It was then Batman noticed the canister in Robin's hands. Batman jumped but it was too late. Robin pulled the canister tigger and released a mist in Batman’s face. Batman covered his face with his black gloved hands but couldn’t stop from breathing in the mist. When he pulled away his hands, his eyes were as blank as Robin’s and the wrestlers. From the shadows emerged the two super villains.
“It worked,” the Joker boldly groped the armor codpiece of Batman’s suit.
“Of course it worked,” the mastermind approached. “Now let's get him into the chair. Boys!” Mastermind ordered three of the wrestlers and Robin to carry the much larger, muscular hero into the next room.
They strapped Batman into an exam- like chair. His huge powerful legs were spread and strapped into stirrups. With the cape crusader secured Mastermind activated a monitor in front of Batman. Images began to bombard the captured superhero’s mind.
Obey and serve
Obeying in pleasure
It feel so good to obey
Pleasure is getting fucked
It good to be submissive
Among the flashing words were images of the supervillains fucking muscular younger men. The looks in the younger men's eyes were pure pleasure as they served the villains’ big cocks.
“I must obey,” Batman moaned in pleasure. His deep gruff voice was in pure bliss.
An hour later, Mastermind displayed his newest slave creation to his partner. The Joker laughed hilariously as he approached the new slave. Batman just stood there in front of him, with no emotion on face. Much of his black skin tight body armor was gone, all except for his boots, cape, bat mask, and a black leather jockstrap. The joker admired mastermind’s handy work as he approached the mind fucked superhero.
“Your new costume suits you, Batslut;” the joker freely ran his white gloved right hand down Batman’s large pumped pecs.
“Yes, master,” Batman’s deep masculine voice shows no emotion.
The joker then pitched both of the large pointed nipples, twisting them, causing Batman to moan in pleasure. His bat cock grew rock hard in the leather jockstrap, tenting it obscenely.
“He, he, he, looks like you do enjoy it,” as Joker noticed the 8” batcock pushing the leather pouch outwards.
“Yes, master,” Batman groaned.
Joker laughed and slapped Batman’s cock with the back of his hand, back and forth, watching it bounce.
“What your purpose, Batslave,” Joker then asked as he gripped the cock hard in his fist.
“To serve and obey my masters, the joker and Mastermind,” Batman moaned as he stared straight ahead.
“Excellent,” the evil mastermind then led Batman by his throbbing cock over to a makeshift bed.
Batman offered no resistance as he was pushed forward over the bed. Mastermind then lifted the long black cape, throwing it over Batman’s head, exposing the smooth muscle packed buttocks of the hero. He admired the thick powerful thighs and large sculpted ass of his former enemy.
“Beautiful,” Mastermind whispered as he ran his hands up the massive thighs.
He then pressed his crotch against the helpless Batman. Batman moaned and found himself grinding his powerful ass backwards.
As Batman opened his mouth to moan, the Joker gripped his bat mask. “Well, well, if Batman isn’t Bruce Wayne himself,” the Joke laughed.
The Joker grabbed Bruce’s black hair and pushed his cock into the billionaire and superhero’s mouth. Batman/Bruce Wayne was soon being fucked from both ends. Mastermind and the Joker were penetrating him from both in and the cape crusader was in pure bliss.
