“Nearly, Mistress… Um, the trails have been very promising,” the
scientist replied, keeping his head down.
He daredn’t look her in the eyes, not without her permission. He had made
the mistake once, and she had made him eat a herb that gave him temporary
blindness. Cliff, his old superior, hadn’t been so lucky. He was now in
Arkham.
“Then what is stopping me from using it?” She said, her voice dripping with
venom.
Gulping, the scientist pushed up his safety glasses and tried to control
his trembling, “um… sorry, um…”
“Spit it out, man!” She snapped, and the older man cowered in fear.
“Well, we… I… um, we haven’t tried it on a human subject… yet
so… so we don’t know whether it would work and… and I want it to be
perfect for you, Mistress.”
Huffing, the ginger-haired woman turned away from the bench and back to the
door.
“You can test it on him,” she said, pointing at the burly man standing at
the door.
Though he was big and holding a machine gun, he visibly wilted. Yet it
didn’t cross his mind to argue. There was no point. When she made her mind
up, it was best to just go along with it.
“Of course, Mistress. Right away!” The scientist babbled while bowing.
Leaving the small laboratory, she stepped out onto a high platform that
gave her sweeping views of her huge glass conservatory. It was her secret
hideout, and it was perfect.
On the ground floor, numerous plants grew from the floor to over thirty
feet high, almost touching the ceiling. Meanwhile, on the first floor were
numerous laboratories where scientists conducted experiments on flora to
help their boss in her criminal activities.
Seeing numerous men and women in lab coats bustling around, she allowed
herself a little smile. The man she had just spoken to was going to make
her deepest desires come true.
Soon, she would have Batman as her plaything.
If this spray worked as well as it did with the mice, then the caped
crusader would be crawling after her, begging to please his mistress.
Then what fun she would have!
“Mistress, I’m sorry to interrupt.” A man called.
He was a striking looking man, but then all her goons were. Though he was
large and well- muscled, that wasn’t what made him remarkable. All of her
men were forced to have a flower embedded in their cheeks. Depending on the
flower and how many stems it had, showed her how trusted the subordinate
was.
“What is it, Rose Two?”
“My nephew is here and ready to indoctrinate himself into serving you.”
“He’s eighteen and already willing to die for me?” She smirked.
“Of course. He knows he would be lucky to just be in your presence. Just
doing that would make him more fortunate than any boy his age!”
While the flattery was over the top, she liked it. This man was high up in
her command for a reason. She had seen him kill indiscriminately for her,
and she knew he would do it again.
“Very well. I shall see him short…”
Bang Bang Bang
A series of mini explosions caused the glass ceiling to shatter, making
sharp shards of glass rain down on everyone in the conservatory.
“Poison Ivy, you are surrounded! Surrender yourself to the justice of the
Gotham police department!”
“Kill them all!!” Screamed Ivy, pushing Rose Two towards the abseiling
police troops, “Kill them!”
Throwing open the laboratory door, Ivy ran inside and jammed it shut.
She was safer now. In here, she had enough potions, herbs, vials, and
sprays to disable the entire police force. Some would die, but more would
turn and serve her.
While she was grinning, she suddenly realised that her guard she ordered to
be a lab rat just minutes before wasn’t there.
“Lily three?”
“Give yourself up, Ivy!” a deep voice growled.
“Batman!”
Spinning from the door, she saw that both the scientist and guard were tied
together with string and a bat symbol imprinted on the forehead of Lily
three.
“Damn you!” Ivy began, before letting out a pathetic whimper.
“Why do you hate me so? All I want to do is have you for myself. I could
make you so happy. You think that Catwoman has moves in bed? Wait until
you see what I can do!”
Moving forward, she tried to reach out her hand to stroke Batman’s mask,
yet he grabbed her, turned her around and tried to pin her down.
With her one free hand, Ivy strained and clutched for anything she could
get on the desk.
Even though she was struggling wildly, she was no match for Batman’s
superior strength. They wrestled on the floor and then suddenly she went
limp. The abrupt change from a fighting to a placid opponent made Batman
lose his balance, and they both fell back.
Landing heavily on the ground, Ivy used that moment to smash the glass vial
she had in her hand over the superhero’s head.
He let out a frustrated groan and instinctively let go of the woman to try
to claw the liquid from his eyes.
“Bye, bye my love! Maybe next time, we’ll meet in better circumstances!”
Ivy sang.
Blowing a kiss, the villain pushed open a window and slipped through the
small opening. Grabbing the guttering, she pulled herself up on the roof.
Her hideout was destroyed and she could hear her men bravely fighting the
superior numbers of Gotham PD but that was a sacrifice worth making if the
mist had wormed its way into Batman’s system.
Grinning, she began to run over the roof and to her backup lair.
==
Kicking a rock against a wall, I wondered again why I was standing outside
Poison Ivy’s secret lair. While my uncle was high up in her command, her
temper was infamous. One wrong move and I would be plant feed.
That’s not even to mention that even if I pleased Ivy, there was the risk
of getting caught. My mom had often warned me about that.
“Batman or that Justice League will get you. You’ll be caught in the
crossfire, or maybe Ivy will just get bored and decide to experiment on
you. Do you want that?” She would say.
Obviously, I didn’t want that, and yet I wanted to join an organisation. It
hadn’t been too long ago that my best friend had been taken hostage while
he had been out putting in a bank deposit. While he had been lucky to
survive, Batman had come to the rescue. He told me that three guys had been
let go the instant they had shown their tattooed arms.
Criminals respected criminals and in Gotham, it was inevitable that you
would have to choose between the good and bad, eventually. With the
villains not afraid to kill and the superheroes morally bound to save a
life, it made perfect sense in my head who to join.
This is why I asked my uncle to become a flower in Poison Ivy’s
organisation. I figured that I would be safe with my uncle looking out for
me and then I could work my way up. Growing up, I had seen him progress
within the organisation. Driving expensive cars, and hoarding large amounts
of money and weapons, he was cool.
The other thing that made the job attractive was that he wasn’t the focus
of the superhero’s attention. Poison Ivy was. More often than not he was
let go and, being a grunt in the organisation, I definitely wouldn’t be of
any interest to the superheroes…
Suddenly, a cat screamed, shaking me from my arguing thoughts. Looking down
the alleyway, I saw nothing. That was definitely unusual.
Ill and homeless people were everywhere in this area of Gotham. Lured by
the food, Ivy grew and the potential reward of getting cured by her plants,
they swarmed the area.
Frowning, I decided to trust my instinct. If my uncle needed me, he could
call me, I reasoned as I climbed onto the dumpster opposite Ivy’s
hideout. Jumping up, I managed to grab the bottom of the fire escape
steps. Pulling myself up, I got to the metal ledge.
Breathing hard, I missed the whoosh of a cape soaring above me to land on
the glass roof of Ivy’s huge greenhouse.
Quickly I ran up the steps, and then I saw the touches on the
ground. Cops. Dozens of cops were swarming around the old building. They
didn’t make much noise, clearly wanting to be stealthy.
This definitely wasn’t the right time to join Ivy’s organisation. Feeling
exposed on the metal steps, I decided to hide on the rooftop. Figuring that
once the police had cleared out, then I could leave and join another day.
When I only had another two floors to go, I heard the sound of shattering
glass. Freezing, I suddenly heard yelling. Not looking down, I sprinted to
the roof before turning around to see the glass greenhouse roof had been
shattered.
“Looks like mom ain’t going to see her brother for a while,” I sighed.
Suddenly, a bright light swirled around to shine on the building I was
hiding on. Falling back, I found a huge metal extractor hood and hid under
it. Peering up, I saw the thing that fueled the nightmares of criminals in
Gotham. There in the sky was the bat symbol.
“Fuck!”
Loud crashes and swearing littered the air. I daren’t look to see what was
going on. Instead, I tried to work out what I would say when I was
inevitably caught. It would take a lot of crying to bullshit my way out of
this, I thought.
A rush of feet to my left made me glance up to see the shapely ass of
Poison Ivy sprinting across the roof. She launched herself off the side and
I held my breath until I heard the sound of a body crashing onto another
roof over twenty feet away.
Clearly, her plants gave her some sort of enhanced powers. That would be
something that could come in useful for myself and I made a note to ask her
if I ever got out of this.
==
“Clear!”
“Clear!”
The shouts echoed in the air from police officer to police
officer. Glancing at my watch, I saw it had been close to an hour since I
had first climbed up the steps and another fifteen since Ivy had run away.
I briefly wondered what had happened to my uncle, yet I knew that expecting
him to save me was pointless. He was in jail, though he wouldn’t be there
for long. My mom had bailed him out of jail before, and this would just be
another time.
Edging out from under the hood, I got to my feet and walked over to the
other side of the building, hoping to find the streets clear and another
set of stairs down.
Walking along, I was blissfully unaware of my surroundings. Only steps away
from the edge, I heard a loud groan. Instantly freezing, I held my
breath. Hoping it was just a stray cat, I began edging forward slowly in
the wishful hope that I would go unnoticed.
“Help me…”
Full of nerves, I looked to where the voice came from to see a huge man
curled into a ball. I couldn’t see much as he wore all black. Thinking it
was one of Ivy’s henchmen, I tried to see his face.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Ivy!”
“Ivy? Poison Ivy? Do you know her?”
“Yes, Ivy!” He growled louder this time, making me take a step back.
“Who are you?”
Throwing back his head, I looked into the unmistakable mask of Batman.
My fear boiled over and I began babbling, desperate to save myself.
“I heard, um … sirens and, and shouting so I ran up here to get away from
it. You know. Um, Joker, yeah, he had been in the area recently and I… I
just wanted to be safe so I came up here…”
When Batman didn’t speak or even raise an arm to stop me from spluttering,
I finally came to an end and shut up.
“I… I need, need,” he seemed to struggle with the right word.
Not wanting to draw his ire, I kept silent.
Slowly, Batman got to his feet.
I had seen him on TV and knew that he was big, but nothing could prepare me
for his actual size. He was almost built like an hourglass. His chest was
huge and heavily muscled, which then narrowed to his ripped stomach and
usually that would continue down to his legs, yet his hips were almost as
wide as his chest.
The yellow belt was far higher than it should have been as if it had been
forced up. I found myself staring at the black pants of his outfit. They
were at bursting point and as he turned to his side, I could see why. His
ass was huge.
It was abnormally big. So big that it pushed out his cape. I watched,
shocked, as the caped crusader reached behind to grab it. Taking two large
handfuls of flesh, he lifted them up before letting them drop.
“How?” He whispered while continuing to fondle himself.
I stood and drooled, wishing that I could do the same thing.
Eventually, I could hold my groans any longer. The superhero had suddenly
slapped his meaty cheeks. The sound echoed in the dead night and a lustful
whimper escaped my lips.
His head jerked at the noise and he stared at me. Though his face was
covered by a mask, I could almost see the frown while he tried to work out
how long I had been there.
Dropping his hands from that magnificent ass, I watched as the mounds
jiggled and I moaned again.
This time, his gaze dropped to my crotch. There was no hiding that I had a
huge erection, and his intense stare did nothing to stop my cock from
twitching.
“Yes!* He growled.
Unclipping his utility belt, it dropped to the floor. He then inhaled
deeply, unrestrained by the belt. His chest filled out and weirdly he
arched his back, causing that huge ass to thrust out.
RIP
A tear opened up on his grey leggings. In the dull light, I could see his
bronzed thighs bulging further, splitting apart the thin material.
Grabbing the rear of his black pants, Batman ripped them in two and let the
tattered remains fall to the floor. In a frenzy, he continued tearing at
his outfit until all that was left was his hooded mask, thigh-high boots,
and cape.
“That’s better,” he grumbled while taking deep breaths.
“Now, son, what are you doing up here?”
What the hell was I supposed to say to that?!
His perfectly tanned body was glistening with sweat. His pecs were almost
like tits with incredibly hard nipples. He was a walking sex god, and he
was asking me what I was doing!
Circling around me, he suddenly flicked his cape to his side and bent
forward while keeping his legs straight. It forced his ass out and
instantly my eyes dropped.
Between the two overly muscled cheeks was his perfect ring. Though the more
I looked at it, the more it looked oval, almost pussy shaped.
Like a bitch in heat, he began to gently rock on his toes, making his butt
bounce. The cheeks softly clapped together, and that’s when I noticed how
wet he was.
There was a clear liquid dripping from his hole. I swear it was lube, yet
the smell was sweet. His ass opened slightly, winking at me as if to
encourage me to come in.
“Slushies,” I blurted out.
While I had been staring, my mind was transported back to a memory from ten
years ago. A new slushie machine had come out in the corner shop. My
friends and me loved it as it was inadvertently rude. It had a figure of
Batman standing with his legs apart and between them was the nozzle, so
when you pulled the lever it looked like the slushie was coming from his
ass.
Now, as I looked at the real thing, it wasn’t so silly. He really did have
slushie coming from that tight-looking asshole.
“What was that, son?”
“Err…”
“You were stealing some slushies?” He said, standing to face me.
His pecs seemed to have got bigger, so big that they looked like tits and
definitely not helped by how swollen his nipples were. Pink and puffy. I’m
sure with a bit of teasing that he could have lactated.
“Yeah?” I replied absently.
All the blood had flooded to my cock, and I was barely aware of what was
going on.
“That’s not good. I’ll have to drain those criminal urges from you,” he
said softly, and in my aroused state, I didn’t hear him.
Still wearing his mask, he got to his knees in front of me.
“Err…” I spluttered, making him look up at me with those white eye slits.
It was something that hundreds of hardened criminals had seen just before
they were knocked unconscious and arrested, but this was very different for
me. This time Batman was the one on his knees.
Drooling at the sight of my cock, he sniffed the air. He did this for a
couple more seconds. I was just about to ask if he was okay when he pressed
his nose into my ballsack and inhaled deeply.
“What the…”
My question was cut short as Batman quickly moved from my balls to my cock
and swallowed the tip.
“Fuck!” I cried.
Not waiting to adjust to my size, Batman dropped further down my shaft. He
was on a mission.
Sliding smoothly down his mouth, it wasn’t long until my head came up to
some resistance. I felt him gag as I tickled his tonsils, yet it still
didn’t stop him. Angling his head higher, he pressed down, trying to force
my prick inside his throat.
Finally, he relaxed enough for me to slip in. The sounds he made as he
tried to take me balls deep were intoxicating.
Guk Guk Guk Mphmm
“AHH!” I squeaked when his huge hands wrapped around me, grabbed my ass and
pulled me forward.
*Ohh… fuck yes!” I cried as the final couple of inches of my cock sunk
into his mouth.
My eyes rolled back and my body quivered while below Batman was moaning
around my thick invasion.
He was celebrating deep-throating me. This was insane.
Holding himself there, he slowly began swallowing. His gullet rippled
around my girth. The cock hound was masturbating me with his throat.
Eventually, even the great Batman had to come up for air.
“Tastes… so… good… more!” He said between coughs as he spat out my
prick.
After a deep breath, he dropped back down and swirled his tongue around my
slit, slurping up the precum, all the while moaning in delight.
Resuming sucking me off, his hands left my ass and went to cup his tits,
lifting them up, almost presenting them to me.
Placing a hand between his pointy bat ears, I pulled him closer while
pushing forward, sliding more of my length inside him. The Batslut let me,
moaning as I took control.
“Fuck yes, take it!” I growled.
My hips began to thrust in and out of his warm mouth. I could feel his
tongue lashing against my shaft, trying to pull me back in each time I
withdrew.
It was so fucking good having this superhero suck me off. This was a man
who had put the worse criminals behind bars and here he was whimpering each
time my prick left his mouth.
I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. It was too fucking good. Yet
there was one thing I wanted to do before I drowned his throat in cum.
Pulling out, I saw and heard the disappointment from the Batslut. Ignoring
him, I reached down to his pecs and squeezed. Though they should have been
pure muscle, my fingers sunk into the soft flesh.
It was like playing with stress balls. Stress balls attached to a chiselled
crime-fighting, now cock-loving machine.
“Damn! I’m gonna’ have to steal more slushies if it means I get to play
with these fucking Bat- Tits!” I moaned while groping him.
Narrowing his eyes, Batman frowned at me, but I didn’t care. I had squeezed
his tits together around my prick. The amount of drool he had created from
sucking me off coated his chest, making it nice and smooth for my shaft.
“Yeah! Let’s fuck these big tits!”
Sliding up, I noticed his mouth was open and tongue out while he watched me
use his pecs. Seizing the opportunity, I jammed my prick into his mouth
and then pulled it out with a pop.
Over and over, I drove between his huge tits.
After my hands slipped, he quickly replaced them with his. The gloves
helped to keep grip, and he wasn’t so gentle with himself. Forcing his tits
together, he created a tighter seal while I moved to his engorged nipples,
squeezing at them each time I burst into his mouth.
I couldn’t take anymore. The veins on my shaft were throbbing and my heavy
balls were seconds from erupting.
“So fucking close…”
“Come on, give me that cum! Let me swallow your tasty cum. I want it… I
need it… please, umph!”
Batman’s begging was cut off by my cock forcing its way deep inside his
mouth. I had taken hold of his head, gripping the black mask as I sunk
deeper.
“Take it…” I grunted through gritted teeth.
With a tight grip of his bat ears, I couldn’t stop my hips from jerking as
my body began to tighten.
Each shudder made me inch more of my prick forward. This time, the Batslut
was ready. His throat opened, stretching wide to take in my thick,
pulsating dick.
“Fuck!” I howled.
I could feel my balls clench as the first heavy shot of spunk erupted down
the big man’s gullet.
Two more followed quickly after. Batman’s cheeks swelled as my seed
overflowed his throat despite his desperate attempts to swallow.
Spitting out my cock, my cum dribbled from his mouth. He went to finger it
back in when I released another three shots, each one splashing on his
face.
Stumbling back, I rested against the extractor hood and panted heavily,
trying to control my breathing.
Meanwhile, Batman was scoping the cum off his mask and chest with his
finger and then licking it clean.
Watching him diligently make sure that there was no more spunk on his body
made my cock twitch.
He was still kneeling side on from me and I couldn’t help but drop my eyes
to his bulbous ass. It stuck out like two large pillows and I began to
fantasise about what it would feel like to fuck a superhero.
“Damn, that tastes good!” The caped crusader sighed, smacking his lips.
“You got any more?” He asked, grinning at me.
“Er?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t wanna fuck this ass?” He smirked, rising up and
bending over to expose his tight pink hole once again.
A bit of post-nut clarity was coming back to me. Yes, I wanted to fuck this
hunk of a man, but I also wanted to go free.
“So lemme get this straight… You’re gonna let me go, but I gotta fuck you
first?!”
“That’s right, son. Sounds like a fair trade, don’t you think?” asked
Batman, completely ignoring the clear lube oozing from his asshole.
Undoing his cape, he put it on the floor, then he lay down on it. Looking
up at me, he licked his lips while lifting his legs and wrapping his arms
under them.
It was such a lewd sight that I had only ever seen it in porn films. It was
a slut’s position, and that summed up the caped crusader perfectly. I had
no idea what Ivy had done to him, but I was reaping the benefits.
My cock had softened slightly after the intense orgasm, now it was back to
its throbbing full length.
Dropping to my knees on his cape, I crawled up to between his legs. Curling
my palm around my shaft, I strained to aim it at his hole. I was so hard
that it took an enormous amount of effort to even move my rod.
With my head almost touching his entrance, I could feel the heat radiating
from him. Unexpectedly, the realisation that I was going to lose my
virginity to Batman hit me and I paused.
“What’s up, boy? You don’t want to destroy my hole? Look at me, I’m
desperate, a whorish himbo for you to knock up!”
Gulping, I stuttered, “sorry… it’s just… it’s my first time…”
“Ah, don’t worry about that boy. It’s my first time too and I’m more than
ready for you to empty those heavy balls in my fat ass!”
Rolling further back, he lifted his hips higher. Then he tensed and relaxed
his muscles, causing his hole to wink at me, inadvertently forcing a load
of lube to drool out.
“See!” He breathed, then did it again.
“Fuck!” I choked.
Lost in the filthy sight of Batman exposing himself, I had released my
prick. Luckily, with his hole higher, it didn’t take as much force to get
my cock lined up.
“Thank you!” I said under my breath.
Pushing inside, I was expecting some resistance. My girth looked too much
for his small opening, yet it opened up willingly, hungry to swallow me.
“Ahhh, yessss…” Batman hissed.
“So fucking big… stretching me so good… fuck yeah!”
Not even waiting for me to feed him more, he dropped his hips, groaning as
I sunk balls deep into his sucking tunnel.
“Yes, yes, yes… I can feel you… so deep… that’s what I needed… a
big fucking cock to smash my spot…”
“Spot?” I panted as I luxuriated in the feel of the tight grip his ass had
on my shaft.
“Yeah, I… I’ve had this itchy spot deep in my ass and your cock is
perfect for it…” he began to move his hips, slipping my cock in and out
of his ass.
“Pressing against that spot, making it feel so good… fuck! I’m addicted
to cock! Fuck me, boy, fuck me hard! I need it,” he begged.
Putting my hands on his calves, I put all my weight on top of him, making
him grunt as I concertinaed him.
He could take it. He was twice the size of me and had a body of rolling
muscle. He was Batman, a genius superhero, but now he was just an empty
heady slut who needed to be fucked.
“You ready to get plowed?” I growled.
“Fuck, yeah! Do it!” he replied lustfully.
Lifting my waist up, I slowly dragged my prick from his clutching ass.
Batman whimpered quietly. He knew what was coming and his hole was
twitching in expectation.
With only the head of my cock splitting apart his rosebud, I slammed home.
Slap Slap Slap
The first smack was my hips hitting his vast ass, the second was his
jiggling cheeks slapping each other, and the third was my heavy balls
swinging down to hit his pillowy rump.
“Holy shit!” We both howled.
I was so fucking deep and the older man was pleading with me to continue.
I could have listened to the noise of Batman, the famous superhero, begging
me all day, but my cock had a mind of its own. It needed more.
Pulling out, I drove back in.
Thwack Thwack
His huge juicy cheeks didn’t stop moving, shaking violently each time I
slammed home and were unable to stop even when I withdrew. They were just
too damn large.
“Fuck me, ooofff, fuck me…” chanted Batman, letting out a whoosh of air
each time I landed heavily on him and smashed that itchy spot.
Grabbing his tits, I squeezed them, enjoying how the fatty flesh gave way
until I came to the muscle.
Harder and harder I rammed his fat ass. He was beginning to squeal at my
continued onslaught.
“Look at these big tits! Big-titted slut,” I grunted as I gripped them
harder.
There were still hand prints on his tits as I moved to his nipples. I
tugged at them, causing him to mewl in pained pleasure.
“Take it!” I snarled.
I was using this bitch like a sex toy. Fucking him like a cheap
prostitute. And he happily took it.
Slosh Slosh Slosh
The sound of his ass lube splattering from his stretched hole competed with
the slapping sound of my nuts against his cheeks. The clear liquid covered
his abs and soaked his cape, yet there was still more coming.
“Yes, use me!” He howled as he erupted in orgasm.
Batman wasn’t even touching his cock, yet I could see it pulsating in
climax.
Suddenly, his tunnel tightened, then rippled around my thickness. Squeezing
and massaging me. It was too much.
“Oh my god… I’m knocking up Batman!!!” I screamed as I sunk all the way
into his ass.
“Atta boy!” He grunted as my prick swelled and twitched with my orgasm.
“Now, think what you did while you release those criminal urges up my
guts!” He said.
“Loud and clear… Bat-Daddy,” I replied before slapping his tits hard.
Load after load flooded his already dripping wet hole. I could feel my
balls shrinking with the amount that I was depositing inside the
superhero’s tunnel.
“Take it all,” I growled as my final spurt of spunk rocketed out.
Collapsing onto his heaving chest, he had so much of his ass juice on there
that I slid off and landed on the floor next to him.
Panting, I was weakly fighting the urge to fall asleep.
I had never cum so hard and so soon after another cum. I giggled as I
thought that if I had that Batslut at home, I would never leave again.
“Shit, kid… you dumped a bus-load of kids up my hole…” Batman chuckled.
Through my bleary vision, I saw that he had a gloved hand between his
cheeks, collecting the vast amount of cum that escaped his gaping hole.
Lifting his palm up, he tipped it into his open mouth, smacking his lips as
the creamy load hit his tongue.
“Now, don’t let me catch you pullin’ any more pranks,” he said while
returning his hand to his ass, “or this won’t be the last time I teach you
this lesson. Got it?”
