To all my fans/readers, I apologize for being on hiatus for such a long time as personal and private matters have taken up much of it. Still, I wanted to be able to publish a new story with the time I have available. This standalone story (written via request) is based on the 2014 animated superhero movie "Son of Batman." I was very excited to write this as I have always had a huge crush on Damian Wayne and had planned on writing a story involving him for some time now. Of course, all characters and place names are copyrighted by DC Entertainment. The screenplay is the property of Joe R. Lansdale and the story's by James Robinson. I do not own the products mentioned in the story either. As always if you enjoyed this story, let me know.
Also, if you are offended or shouldn't be reading stories featuring underage boys having sex (especially incest), stop now and proceed no further. To the rest of you, I hope you enjoy it.
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A Bat Family Affair © James Jenkins 2023
Bruce Wayne was residing in the Bat Cave as usual preparing for the evening's current mission.
He had eaten dinner two hours earlier and he was now watching his sidekicks Dick and Damian in the training hall and admiring them.
"Maybe now they can start to bond together instead of bicker at every turn."
Dick his adopted son was the first to walk into the training hall, he was trying to secure his hand tape as he walked into the specially equipped area for hand-to-hand practice. The 45-year-old billionaire industrialist just smiled at him on screen. The young man pantingly wiped his hands on a white towel, and he then walked over to his admirer's view of sight. The suave black slightly gray-haired Dark Knight slyly smiled at him. He licked his lips doing so. Bruce audaciously took hold of his crotch and pictured he was doing it for his promising successor.
The sonorous personality imagined boldly placing his big hands on those full ass cheeks and he squeezed them tightly. Causing Bruce to moan out in a little pain. The 5'11" muscular heartthrob passionately fantasized whispering into Dick's ear.
"Now be a little gentler with me sport, you were a little rough with me last night and my ass is still a little sore."
Fantasy Dick rapaciously smiled warmly at his mentor then he said to him.
"You didn't object last night in fact I'll bet you begged me to be savage if my memory serves me right."
Just then Damian, his 12-year-old son walked into the locker room, and he asked them both with slightly flushed cheeks, having gotten more of an eyeful of his brother that he wanted to keep secret.
"Who was begging for what?"
Bruce smiled at his previously unknown son who appeared on the scene and said of him. "Nothing son, your brother was just being emotional as usual."
But the seemingly unphased man gave the kid a wicked smile as he finished folding his black jeans and put them in his Nike knapsack.
Dick and Damian both sat down on the cold benches and started to try at having a conversation.
Bruce in a subdued tone asked directed at Damian "Why were you spying on your brother on the way down to the training hall?"
The tone muscled young assassin absentmindedly smiled unaware at the fact his father was watching then said aloud to himself.
"I heard a lot of moans and groans as you drew closer to the locker room door. You were clearly rubbing one out as I passed."
Dick almost nearly choked on the water bottle he had been drinking and he defiantly spat it everywhere. Their amused fan couldn't help but to chuckle at his son's last remark.
Bruce half irritated gave both his son and second-in-command a ticked off look. Stirring with arousal, he quickly picked up an extra towel and he started to wipe up the water which had gone everywhere on the blue tile floor. However, Dick and Damian both exchanged knowing looks with each other when their audience wasn't looking.
Bruce then reached to the side table on his left for a small cotton cloth and said to them both.
"He was most likely seeing to his morning routine. That's why he looks so flustered."
His father just smirked at him, but he knew better than to say anything to the stubbornly proud boy.
Dick catches Damian's beguiled gaze out of the corner of his eye and breaks the kid's relishing-engulfed gaze asking mildly disturbed "What're you looking at?"
The crimson tone that began to rise in Damian's cheeks wasn't lost on him either.
"Something catch your attention?" he inquired in a more intimidating voice that made the younger male squirm as Dick drew closer towards him.
"No!" Damian snapped while failing to tear his eyes away from the size of his frenemy's obviously awesome presence. "I don't know what you're talking about," he replied shakily and not int the haughty attitude Dick privately had a love-hate affinity for.
"Hey, don't sweat it kid-you're not the first one who's ever been curious to see how a man matures." Dick cocks his head and beads his eyes in the direction of the now panicked boy's own erection, which sent brief yet clear tremors beneath his black spandex shorts.
"No, don't even think..." Damian's third futile objection was stilled as Dick's hand reached for the bottom of the boy's black shirt and pulled it off the bewildered painfully hardened youth in one swift move.
"Here we go," Dick said as he cast if off behind his back.
"Wh-what's this all about?" Damian asked, wincing as his bulge began to behave like an unruly attack dog desperate to break free. The shame making him bend his upper body forward.
Dick took position where he was at eye level with the boy who always tried to be master of his emotions and keep temptation at bay.
"It's about helping you step into manhood-the right way," Dick answered as Damian's perplexed face shot up at him.
"Maybe for you, but a warrior shouldn't- "the distraught kid was cut off again as Dick got on his knees before him.
`Don't feel terrible man, you shouldn't let your body's needs and wants throw you off."
"Easier said than done," Damian answered barely encouraged as Dick now began to remove his black training Adidas.
"No really, I know how it feels.' Dick's calm yet auspicious tone didn't falter.
"I try-not to think about it," Damian nearly laughed at himself as the memories of many past awkward erections he fought off only stirred his boner more.
"You got to treat your body like a temple, right?" Dick asked as he removed the kid's right shoe.
"Yeah..." a chord was struck emotionally in Damian as both is shoes were now off.
Dick imparted wisdom he learned when he was the kid's age. "Lots of idiots want to parade themselves like they're the Adonis in a class of girls when their shit isn't even longer than a Bic pen."
Damian rose from the bench, wanting to storm out of this conversation that creeped out yet stimulated his senses with no means of resistance. Dick followed suit, quickly noting the kid's own promising display.
"They pale compared to what you've got going on," he said gesturing to Damian's crotch as the boy hadn't even taken his shorts off yet. "Lemme give you a hand with these," he offered as the kid watched those wonderfully big hands grip on the waist band and pulled them down.
"Fuck..." Damian murmured between clenched teeth before answering more clearly with a forced "Thanks."
"Is this cool?" Dick asked as he drew down on his knees again, bringing the kid's shorts along too yet didn't want to scare the shit out of him.
"Yeah...it's fine..." Damian's own hands seemed to follow Dick's as his shorts were pooled at his feet and found himself seated on the bench again, as the cavalier guy disposed of them.
"You know I've been kinda watching you since dad brought you home."
"Really?" Damian's interest in the idea of having Dick's attention hardly dulled his dubious mind.
"Yeah," Dick replied as his face briefly looked down to the floor-a scene Damian couldn't help in denying he had rubbed one out many nights with on his mind.
"That's weird, I've uh...been uh watching you too." Damian's eyes partly lidded as he gazed at Dick's fine back like it belonged to a Renaissance statue.
"Oh yeah?" Dick asked straightening his torso, locking eyes with those of the impassioned boy who leaned his upper body forward.
"Yeah," Damian's now humbled tone was all the confirmation Dick needed as he threw the shorts aside, wedged himself in between the boy's legs, and their lips joined in a kiss both never would've believed would bind them this close.
Damian's left arm wrapped round Dick's shoulders as the touching of their lips made audible sounds in the locker room, enough to have Bruce brimming with more pride and foreplay than he could ever recall. Dick held Damian's hips as their kiss deepened before his hands closed around the kid's neck then glided all over the boy's body. Before long, his underwear was removed, and Dick's shirt followed within seconds as Damian threw it off to the right before leaning back down on the bench. He came upon the kid's lefthand side, marveling at the beauty of the repressed yet beautifully needy cockle, all while tugging his own shorts down to unveil a curved yet domineering blade to the now horny youth. Damian stroked his meat at least four times before Dick took hold of it and enclosed his voracious mouth around the prize he'd been pinning for. It certainly was magnificent enough of a turning point which drove Bruce to bolt up from his seat and storm out of the Bat Cave down to the locker room. This was a show he really wanted the best view of.
"Oh yeah..." Damian uttered as he raised his head up high enough to see Dick blowing him with a sword swallower's ease before resting it back on the bench lulled.
Dick sucked on Damian with increased fervor, drinking in the kid's moans like they were a symphony orchestra. The boy stroked Dick's left arm as his brain swam languidly from the relieving sweet power his frenemy's oral administrations brought to his tense erogenous zones.
"Oh more...yeah!" the boy moaned louder, gasping with each bob Dick graced his increasingly solidifying member.
He slapped the show off's bare ass in time with each suck, encouraging Dick to pay homage that he was well suited to give.
"AH YES!" Damian seethed as Dick's mouth encompassed his length down to the balls, back up to the pinkish head. "Ah fuck yeah!" The boy hissed, unsuspecting that on the inside of the entrance door, out of view, his father was watching them with unadulterated joy amidst continuing to please himself.
Every delicious moan Damian made in sync with Dick's muffled ones set off Bruce's nerves like fireworks as his teeth pressed hard into his lower lip, lest he get busted and interrupt the boys fun time.
"Oh my...shit..." Damian shuddered nearly out of breath, astounded that his willpower was nothing compared to the engulfing thrill Dick's heated mouth brought to him.
So strong he had to wrap his right arm around his crush's back as the adoration shown to his cock built up speed. Damian raised his head up as high as he could and then grasped the back of Dick's head, forcing the handsome whore to devour him down to the hilt. Bruce's eyes bust wide on seeing this, glad that his son inherited the Wayne zeal to grab and control what they desire. His own marble-heavy penis felt hot as a nuclear reactor about to have a meltdown.
Damian gyrated his hips forcing his length up relentlessly into Dick's mouth. He wishes he had his private camera to record this moment, while his father's heart palpitated at the fact, which he already had that taken care of.
"AHHH YEAH!!!" Damian cried louder as the blow job Dick gave him now had the full sweeping euphoria of a religious experience. "Oh yeah, take that mighty cock," the boy ordered.
A command Dick gladly took as his lips sealed around the boy's agitated member, sensing how sensitive he was now.
"Mmm yeah...oh fuck yeah!" Damian's hand pressed down on the back of Dick's neck before it slipped off. The older youth didn't so much as pause as he reached down to grasp his own neglected canon needing to be polished.
The tip of Bruce's tongue darted between his lips watching his adopted son be a skilled multi-tasker. It continued for another two minutes until it struck Dick that Damian now needed his turn, The boy kneeled before his dreamy rival, eyes closed as he kissed the fattened head
of that steel-hard appendage. Bruce's own legs nearly buckled catching sight of that as his daredevil son snaked it in and out of his mouth. The thin clear string of Dick's pre-cum hanging between the tip and Damian's lips just about made the Batman go faint.
Dick stood up against a nearby column, arms crossed behind his back as Damian simultaneously blew and stroked him off effortlessly. Not one to be bested, Dick grabbed the kid by the back of the hair, driving him to bounce harder on his cock, only to release him just as quickly. Shamelessly absorbed by the flawless yet still mildly novice performance Damian gave, Dick's head hung low with his mouth agape in the pleasure of the kid teasing his manhood, only to suck on it as if it were the fruit of Eden ready to flood his mouth with its juices.
Damian briefly broke off Dick's pole, loving how his brother's back trailed up and down the column by whim of his lustful yearning to rule him. A quality not going unnoticed by their father, who smeared his own pre-ejaculatory drips down and around the furiously sun-heated schlong. Dick wagged his leaning cock in front of Damian who teased the head with his tongue like a thirsty hound. The same line of precum dangling from his lips had Bruce about to pound a fist of the left wall, yet he found the restraint to hold back and watched Damian embrace his brother's phallus again, head jutting up and down it as if the boy was listening to music via headphones. The only track being played were Dick's captivated moans.
Nightwing grinned as Damian's mouth played with his tip before getting back to their exercise.
"Oh yeah, suck that cock good fuck..." Dick gleefully commented. Both he and their spying dad were equally turned on that Damian was pumping his own pork sword as he did so.
The boy drew away for a moment, left hand still tight around his member as he looked up at the rapturously enslaved degenerate's silly face, hungry and partly ticked off. Damian said nothing as he sheathed Dick's wang back in again. Each swift jerk and bob made his partner wince so pleadingly yet beautifully. It launched chills crawling up Bruce's limbs as he savored the expression, having felt it himself during his own boarding school days. Dick stroked Damian's back with his right hand, feeling the explosion to come getting closer, he swore the kid would suck his ramrod clean off and not even feel it. His left hand followed along with a cry that made Damian pull back and Bruce stop mid-stroke. The momentary silence between his sons and their pulsating cocks signaled that it was now time for the best exercise trial yet.
As Damian laid flat on the bench and Dick got on top of him, his mouth overarching the young mighty slong again, Bruce licked his lips before slowly pumping his own to the final act. The boys 69 scene all but made his heart crack at the rebellious yet wholehearted understanding between his sons as they sucked one another's wood like ice cream pops. Damian firmly held Dick's sides as he secured a good hold on the knob with his lips. He felt his brother's left leg bend up and rest near his head to keep balance. Still, they continued sucking, determined to make the other cum first, if not to claim the sought after flavor both fantasized the other of having. The smell of intermingled sweat, pubes, spit, and warm jizz yet to fly drove the boys on. All while Bruce felt his own resolve start to weaken yet wanted to have the memory of this blessed time marked with his own release.
"Damn it, yeah!" Dick groaned briefly as Damian took a breath before drawing that pipe back in as it practically was a slave to his mouth already. Eyes elatedly closed without caring that unwelcome eyes were audience to this sacred rite they couldn't imagine happening again-yet minus their conflicting feelings wanted to.
In and out, up and down their mouths and bodies moved in a unison Bruce noted highly brought to form through their individual combat training. How phenomenal it was to see it displayed in their sexual characters as well. Damian's left hand briefly rubbed on the back of Dick's trimmed pubes before reaching back to his side. The boy loved the choked feeling of sucking on his brother's well-endowed girth, yet his musty body odor was a special aphrodisiac all its own.
"Ah yeah," he managed while taking a breath grinningly before Dick silenced the kid again.
Even Bruce felt a jolt of amusement at that. His eldest son has a penchant for playing rough, and Damian always mentioned that he never crossed an opponent to match him. Today, however, it appeared he did learn about humility at last.
Legs splayed open; Damian nearly convulsed as Dick's mouth enclosed back round his shaft as he did to the one very close to climax. Bruce's strokes propelled him to the peak of bursting and then clam as he kept pace with his sons.
"Oh, fuck yeah..." Damian called out before being stifled again by Dick's bacon bazooka. With every groan he made merited another bob from his brother.
Dick decided to really torment him by drawing the kid's cock in and out between blows, knowing the high-and-mighty little fucker's face had to be strawberry red over it, first on the tip then halfway down the shaft. Three more sucks were enough to bring about the geyser burst of jizz both wanted from the other, yet it came to a draw as they drank one another's load. Suddenly they both stopped and silently looked at each other with pleased yet competitive faces.
"Not bad skills you got kid," Dick complimented him with a grin. "Now you've gotten firsthand experience on how fantastic a man's cock can be." He brought his tongue to the right side of Damian's meat and flicked it, eliciting a giggle from the boy.
It was at that point Bruce curbed a growl as his release came free, splattering around his fist and staining the already sweaty cotton of his briefs. Thankfully he didn't lose his footing, or else the afterglow of the moment would've been ruined for all of them. Yet he did dare a peek to see the two-sitting facing each other, lapping away the cum from one another's faces until they were sparkly clean. A minute of deepening quietness followed before Damian tried to speak again yet Dick raised a hand up.
"You don't have to say anything...Damian. I get it. Right now, you feel like you don't know yourself anymore and that you can't stay true to your principles while giving into your wants. But I want you to know that's not true. No one can choose who or what you feel attracted to. No matter which sex, if you ever do need a shoulder to lean on- just keep in mind it will never turn you away." Dick rested a hand on Damian's left shoulder not just to mark his sincerity, but because beneath the kid's spartan exterior was a child not wanting to go the distance alone.
Neither of them could've known that scene humbled Bruce almost to the same degree as when he had begun exploring his sexual curiosities and received steadfast support and comfort when he dreaded rejection and ridicule in his mid to late teens. As he slowly slipped out the door back into the shadows, Bruce knew Damian would still have sexually divisive trials and questions -- ones that would require the helping hand, guidance, and devotion-as only a father could give.
The crew cut-haired youth just smiled at his dad then said to him "Whatever you say Dick, you know best."
Richard "Dick" John Grayson, his 28-year-old protégée, was slowly laid on his bed following the encounter with a big smile of relief on his face. His strong hands were covered with his cum as he had just knocked out a big load of spunk. He instinctually got his Dude body cloths out of his side table draw and he eagerly started to clean himself up. After he was cleaned, he sprayed Old Spice deodorant all over his body-including his 6 pack. Teasingly he slipped on a pair of loose shorts and a tight black T shirt and went down to get some training hours in. Damian just smiled at him from behind the rim of a book he was reading as Dick walked into the locker room.
The young man with short in length jet black hair, slightly longer with bangs just stopped in the doorway of the locker room and wondered why Damian was looking at him so strangely.
Bruce towards the middle of the show quickly broke the tension in the locker room psychically. He had smiled at his son and mouthed to him.
"Inch closer to him on the bench," he remembered whispering under his breath.
The eldest had placed his extra hand tape beside the boy. However, his frenemy could not resist asking him.
"How's your morning routine going?"
Damian unexpectedly had burst out laughing and his brother also started to grin at him. Dick in a beat realized that his brother must have heard him pleasuring himself as he crept down to the locker room to glance at his 7.5" saber.
He surprisingly flushed bright red in his face and in a mumbled voice he said to them. "Oh, fuck you."
Bruce outrightly gave his adopted and biological sons another one of his stern looks and they both instantly fell silent.
He mouthed to them with an advising face "Get on with your training before tonight's objective."
Just then Bruce heard an unexpected ping coming into his expansive private inbox and he went to read it. The tactical entrancing high-society son curiously started to look through the email as he slowly palmed his painful hard-on. Three of the messages were for him. Another one was for his protegee, and one was for his son. He generously sent everybody their respective messages.
Bruce ostentatiously got comfortable again before the monitor screen and he started to read his emails-stroking his length in-between. They were nothing out of the ordinary one a foundation gratitude and two sponsorship requests. Bruce then glanced up to ascertain whom Dick's message was from. He could see the youth was reading it very carefully and he had a very concentrated expression on his face as he read it. Finally, he looked in closer at his son.
He then just forwarded the message over to him.
Bruce got the email from his protegee, and he wholeheartedly started to read it. Damian and Dick had been oblivious to all of this as they both were still getting undressed together.
The Batman intrigued looked back at his initial charge and he then texted him: Do you have a subscription to something I'm not aware of?
With both Damian and Dick both equally intrigued, their attention captured. Dick cleared his throat and explained to his brother that he had been exploring and experimenting in his sexuality pre-puberty. He rapaciously read, watched, and spoke to different sources of information in moments of confusion. He often went abroad on his studies under a pretense he wanted to broaden his mind on love between men, yet always brought back something special to ease his transition into manhood. The orphaned boy who emerged into a hero gave them some confidence so he could freely explore the intimate side of life without shame.
Bruce taken aback looked back at the message and replied to his son: So why does this acquaintance want to see you in his office this afternoon, all he says in this message is about something he wanted you to have?
Dick just looked at the questioning reply and he shrugged his shoulders.
The cavalier square-jawed vigilante was just about to have the same reaction. When the Wayne patriarch noticed the time on the bat clock on the rocky wall.
He then said "Damn, I'm going to be late for that charity auction I almost forgot."
Half pissed not being able to rub it out, he then got up went into the hallway and he got his suit jacket. He then messaged Damian back informing him: If you want a lift to Barnes & Noble, you'd best hurry up.
Dick set about cleaning the training hall after a short break. He then spent a few hours at home reviewing tonight's plan before he went to see some of his friends.
Bruce advised him in a new text message: You'd better start looking for an inconspicuous job or attend college before your present cover story will be too hard to maintain.
Dick still hadn't decided whether he was going to go to Gotham University or try and get a job in the police force. Ironically, he found himself dedicating the night in his dorm, studying for an upcoming symbology exam of all things
Bruce was in the theater room watching one of his favorite hero movies on TV-The Mark of Zorro- when Damian came in after he satisfied his nightly dose of reading. He took off his hoodie then he walked into the semi-dark room. He curbed the urge to lustfully kiss Bruce on his right cheek then he sat down in a chair beside him. Bruce noticed that he had a very conflicted expression on his face.
The suspicious Janus taken aback asked him. "Why have you been distant tonight than usual?"
Half dazed by the swashbuckling on screen, Damian raised an eyebrow and asked him in a ploy.
"Lonely Dick's not here for you to gloat at?"
With mild chagrin Bruce told him that "Your brother's has had tough circumstances, but he's more than you think." Knowing full well the young man he loved as his own blood would rather occupy his time with more intimate pursuits.
Damian just smiled to himself. He remembered the last time Dick took him out for a driving lesson in the Batmobile. After a rather contemptuous session, he had decided never ever again.
The boy admittedly was a relentless wolf behind the wheel, yet he wished his brother success in whatever his path called him, provided it didn't part them. He then answered his dad's question. He cleared his throat and told him that he had been watching a podcast concerning puberty, mainly the size of the male girth, before coming home.
Bruce immediately grew concerned he asked him "Is everything alright?"
Trying not to think back on his first time with Dick, Damian endearingly gave his dad a reassuring smile and said to him "Yeah, I've learned to cope with it. But there was a different problem."
Bruce just looked at him with a very aware expression on his stoic introspective face.
The boy smiled once more at him and asked him with light suspicion "Is there something you want to talk to me about...dad?"
Taking a sip from the wine glass to his right, he told him "I'm sorry-I had totally forgotten how much alike we are, but different too." Yet he relentlessly asked him, not one for hiding die secrets "What made you and Dick suddenly grow closer all of a sudden?"
In a beat, Damian swiftly got up and he went over to the bar at the other end of the private theater, and he calmly poured himself a ginger ale and Bruce a very large and strong whiskey. Damian stridently came back, and he handed him the drink. Relieved, he gladly took a large gulp of his own drink and then sat back down opposite his father.
As the film continued, Damian smirked and explained to him what Dick had told him before he left. First, he told him that lately at home and in school he felt his cock start to grow at random, uncontrollably. Partly nerve-wracked, he told his father that secretly he had been ogling his classmates in P.E. while at the same time measuring himself in private-wondering how big he'd be as a man.
At this point it was Bruce's turn to take a large drink. In fact, he downed it in one gulp. Damian also downed his glass. He got up in a flash and refilled them both once more.
When he sat back down, he then said to Bruce nervously. "But there's a catch that's why I mentioned the podcast first."
Bruce was so concerned at this stage that his dominant hand was shaking. He had to put his glass down before he spilt it.
He nervously asked him conflictingly. "What was the catch and why have you been so reluctant being around your brother so badly?"
Damian exhaled and told him that "I looked at every source to see if I could get help for my...interest in cock size. But none told me that it wouldn't be possible as I just don't know what I'm feeling."
Bruce was for the first time ever since his own tedious steps into manhood, totally confused. "Why do you think it's a problem to be curious about another guy's length?" he asked him.
Half amused and unhinged Dick smiled at his mentor and told him.
"That was the problem I couldn't tell anyone about. If it wasn't brought about from a book I read or artwork I saw-it was certain people, I know. IF it was a boy, then I'd try to fight the urge and if it was a girl, then I watch or read foreign erotica." This was his favorite pastime. "In the time since our paths crossed, I rarely breathed a word of this to anyone. Otherwise, the insane weight of shame would've been too much, and I wouldn't be able to face or be close to anyone."
Bruce was silent for ten minutes; he was letting everything his charge had explained to him sink into his mind. When he did speak, he sounded more understanding than Damian expected.
He said to him "With all that money and power we cannot help the Darkside in us all. There's no way you can wash it away and it must be on your terms so I can't fight this battle for you-but can share the torture though. From what I saw you and Dick delve into together, doesn't surprise me at all."
Damian quizzingly looked at him and blanched partly shocked at his dad. He hadn't considered that possibility.
The world-weary anonymous hero looked at him and said unconvinced "You shouldn't be ashamed. You're not the first one to test the waters of their sexuality, much less to let another man that close into your private web."
Surprisingly Damian smiled at him and answered, "It wouldn't be with a total stranger."
Bruce curtly and directly reminded him that "You need to be careful not to become what you fear most-or be corrupted by your passions."
Damian smiled near tears at his dad and told him, "It would be the one who knows me best or as close to me as family."
Bruce passion now fiery stirred demanded to know "Who do you have in mind?"
Seemingly awestruck Damian smiled at him, and he just said with humble honesty. "You. Oh, just to be on the safe side you could hook up Dick too...if you want."
Silently Damian and Bruce had one tense conversation each trying to persuade the other that the idea was totally depraved.
Picturing his father standing imposingly between marble columns in a Roman-style bath, nude amidst clouds of steam as his cock jutted out like a doorknob. He had never heard his father of all people be open like this before. Yes, they had disagreements but never a full-on emotional conversation.
Bruce was ecstatic to see Damian and Dick earlier, watching them zealously. Which he quickly drew his younger son's attention to, and they both stopped chatting instantly.
The youngest Wayne heir outright asked with sincere interest. "Would you be pleased...if we tried stuff out together? Show and Tell I guess."
His father just looked at his son and broke out in a jester's smirk. Recalling how both the boys frozenly sat down as their eavesdropper found he didn't have to explain everything to them. Damian and the young man he couldn't live with or without just looked at each other with their father's spirits high that they'd be more than allies against crime.
Damian then asked his father. "Are you sure this is not some kind of blackmail?"
Bruce shook his head and told him that everything he had said was the truth. His support will always be there waiting for them if they should have need of it or something happened to him. But they would still have to navigate a fine tightrope between ordinary life and their just purpose. Otherwise, they would only succumb to their own failings.
Damian was silent for a few minutes he then asked his father guardedly. "So, what's in it for me?"
The pensive man smiled at his son and told him "Only for you to trust in and give your love willingly-as I will mine, son."
Yet Damian was quiet once more he then asked him. "Just who would ensure this secret will be kept secret?"
Bruce point blank said to him. "That I'll take you as my lover...but you can still have fun with Dick whenever you want."
Damian shockingly looked at his father, realizing he knew about him his brother, finally he said to Bruce "Um...alright I'm in, but I think I would like to have a say in what we do exactly."
His father just smiled at him. More sensually goaded than when he'd been listening to their coupling in silence. He got up and told him sarcastically that "You're in for a wild ride."
Then he quickly seized the boy's lips in a kiss before Damian could stop him, yet suddenly froze. Without a word they just stared at each other with covetable expressions on their faces.
Bruce rested his hands on the boy's shoulders and Damian, and he calmly said to his son: "Everything we do depends on what you want to explore. We're blood but far closer than that. I'm the one who needs to see that you are sure of yourself, otherwise I won't forgive myself. Fuck, I didn't really know how to persuade your brother to do it."
Taken off guard, Damian was undeniably completely surprised by his mentor telling him "Don't worry about it. We'll go at a pace suitable for you and you and Dick can bond more however you want."
Here the two of them talked about the best way of embarking on this new venture. Bruce said, "Maybe we can try something involving BDSM or something similar to that."
However, Damian told him "That's too tame." He said with a hint of boosted ego. "There's only one way to be truly cement our bond permanently."
Bruce without a shadow of a doubt truly realized what his charge was telling him.
Dumbstruck he said to him in a whisper "You really want me to have sex with me? You really want to feel my cock deep inside you and violate you as well as you want to do with your own brother?!?"
Damian with a cavorting air just smiled at them both and he just said "Yes."
The two of them kissed and caressed each other for a few more hours. It was decided that it would best be done next week when the mild-mannered, yet savvy butler was away for the night on business. But until next week all of them decided not to mention it to Dick.
Earlier that very day, and it was the morning of Alfred's unexpected Caribbean vacation, and everyone was having breakfast as usual. Nobody had mentioned about having an orgy and Dick had long forgotten about it and was feeling more relaxed around his family. However, they had not forgotten about it they wanted to satisfy their respective desires very much.
By this point the plan which they had come up with last week was shamelessly put into action.
The intuitive graying yet sharp-minded keeper of the household assuredly went on his business trip and Dick was still at college, currently taking a course in Classical Brotherly Love among warriors. They had decided to go and buy some very sexy speedos and they would later ask Dick's opinion as they modelled it for him. Then they both would seduce him.
So, nobody had any misgivings of worries for Master Dick while he was away focused on his studies. Bruce and Damian had promised that they would secretly video everything. So, they could watch it whenever they had the need to. An hour before he got dressed this morning, Bruce had positioned the video camera in his bedroom so it would record from the best angle possible.
Alfred placidly left wishing all in the Wayne household well before he departed in one of the finest Bentley Arnage and drove into the city about an hour later leaving Damian alone in the manor. Nightwing deep in his studies, was still feeling a little uncomfortable around his hero and brother but realizing that his confidant had gone on his pressing trip and his mentor, and the kid had the most attentive teacher close at hand.
He was starting to feel more relaxed around his father. The precocious boy was in the man's arms recalling the literature on love between Greek hoplites, Roman centurions, and Samurai which stirred his intrigue. So, he did not hear his dad's nearly muffled voice asking if he was fully conscious. In fact, Damian had flown to a liberating plane reveling in his fantasies. Bruce and Damian were soon laughing among themselves as they felt each other up. After one last drink at the private bar which left both a little buzzed at this point, and Bruce being grasped more aggressively.
The two went straight up to Bruce's bedroom and they playfully jumped onto the King-sized bed, both fell on the mattress still laughing to each other like any normal father and son. Damian speedily got hold of his father's legs and crept up the muscular package, carefully palming his crotch to see if he was game. He saw his son hovering over him in a Joy Division T-shirt and a pair of black briefs (his jeans lying at the door). His headphones wear at the foot of the bed, and Bruce knew he had not lost his defiant spirit yet was eager to be taken.
Explosively driven by desire, Damian silently returned attention to his father's voice and told him "Touch me more...please."
They both instinctively decided to consummate it. Quietly they quickly stripped off all their clothes. Bound in heart, father and son were both looking at each other's naked bodies. The two of them just smiled at each other. Both father and son had also gone to the gym to exercise together more. Equally proud of their deliciously athletic physiques. This was the first time Bruce had ever completely felt comfortable naked. Damian always kept his pubes trimmed as his female classmates back at boarding school liked it that way and so did most of the boys.
Bruce hurriedly turned around and was surprised when Damian came up behind him and placed his hands on the 9" cock and started to squeeze it. The boy was also kissing his neck.
Gotham's enigmatic protector couldn't help moaning a little as his son kissed his neck tenderly and gently played with his penis and nuts.
The tycoon joltingly turned around and was looking directly into his son's green eyes.
Briefly sane Bruce was just about to say something when Damian moved forward and kissed him very gently on his lips. Stunned, Bruce just stood looking at his son. But when Damian went to kiss him for the second time Bruce responded and he let his son's tongue slip into his mouth.
Damian brazenly kissed his father's thick neck once more. Gritting his teeth, Bruce tilted his son's head back and moaned again. Damian factitiously started to kiss his way down to his father's handsome 12 pack. The nimble boy waywardly took the left nipple into his mouth while he played with his dad's right nipple with his fingers. Bruce half painfully moaned out even more as his son sucked hard on his son's left nipple. The moral-upholding Caped Crusader never would have dreamed he would have allowed his son to do this to him. Bruce savored his son's lips on his nipple, and he was finding the kid's touch very pleasurable. He wantonly pushed his son back and both father and son fell headlong onto the bed. Father and son were spiritedly both kissing each other passionately. Bruce naughtily started to kiss down to his boy's cock.
The Batman basely shoved his beloved heir's athletic legs wide open. The usually astute youth without reluctance willingly opened both legs for his father.
Playfully the kid let out a loud moan of pleasure when his father's tongue touched his cock.
Damian in turn started to tease his father by running his tongue up and down his father's divine member. Insatiably Bruce degenerately moaned out with pleasure as his son's tongue encircled his pulsating schlong.
The magnate many admired, envied, and whispered about giddily felt Damian exposing his flagrant hardon. He then felt his son's tongue coursing around his meat like entwined snakes. His moans grew louder and louder as his son started to lick up his pre-ejaculatory juices. Then Bruce cried out in ecstasy as Damian's lips covered his sensitive tip and he started to lap on it. The boy was greedily licking and biting his father's head. After only six minutes of this Bruce howled out in pleasure and the boy cooed having had his first orgasm with a real man.
Suddenly the kid gasped and jolted as he then felt that warmness ensnaring his boner again. Just as he was surging from the supersonic shockwaves he heard a squelching noise, which sounded like it was coming from his mentor's mouth. The usually lone-acting pre-teen killer obeyed his conscience and let the veneration deepen. Casting caution aside, Damian didn't think to beg his dad to relent. He was aware that they were being joined to each other more than physically. So, he just cooed loudly and moaned at each suck.
Mouth hanging open, Damian was tantalized, just laid frozen in his dad's embrace. There on his mentor's bed was his idol completely naked with his legs wide open and in between them also completely naked was his co-protegee and he was sucking on his own father's meat while being blown.
Bruce had his blue eyes closed and a look of pure pleasure on his face as he continued to moan and groan and continued to bob his son's cock delectably. Damian depravedly gave him 1,2,3 in all four wonderful orgasms. The boy mischievously made a coughing sound. Bruce shellshocked opened his sea-colored eyes and looked towards where the sound had come from. In a millisecond, Damian also stopped sucking on his father's pole, and he too turned to look. The kid's face was copiously splattered with his father's cock juices, yet he wanted more.
Conspiringly both were giving each other hungry eyes. The lust-stricken initially "straight" youth started to get antsy. Damian then glanced down and saw that he had cum at least three times on the sheets. Bruce was just about to suggest they chill when Damian quickly grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. Bruce happily helped his son and within a few seconds both resumed their fiery session. Panting heavily, the boy was totally pinned down on the bed by his own dad who amazed and tortured his fantasies. Batman's flesh and blood were in complete shock, he had been taken completely by surprise. They had moved so quickly but were far from finished.
Both partners united proceeded to edge each other, drinking in the others moans, their motions rocking the bed. Damian was helplessly subdued to it. His hands were clawing at the headboard and his legs were limp and spread eagled to the bottom of the bed. He was flat out completely vulnerable and at Bruce's mercy.
Half intimidated; Damian luridly told him that "This isn't funny and unless you want repercussions- you'll free me at once."
With a light amused tut-tut, his father told him "Don't deny what you want."
The boy continued to demand to be released-honestly to be fucked madly. Damian out-of-character giggled, and he curtly told his father that "I know how you can keep me quiet."
Provocatively positioned his penis directly over his face. Damian then sat down on top of it.
Bruce could not help smiling as his son bravely wriggled his cocklet above his face.
Transfixed, the kid was mute as he couldn't talk because his dad's manhood was in between his lips.
Damian was deliberately pushing his hard spear tip down onto his father's mouth so that his ass nearly smothered him. He could feel himself getting wet and he knew his sweat was covering his father's face and he would have no choice but to swallow them. Sensually overtaken, he felt transported had a mouthful of his father's rich taste and scent. He was still struggling to try and free himself, however the juices running into his mouth and the smell of his skin were really turning him on undeniably. Damian invitingly smiled to himself, and he moaned out loud when he felt that huge tongue pushing up into his boy hole.
Damian enticingly said to his father through his moans of pleasure. "Old bear you're sucking me full throttle out now!"
Bruce coquettishly smiled at his son who was amorously moaning softly and rubbing his cock over the youth's face. The business and tabloid mogul could see Damian's long tongue going up and round his own schlong and it excited him. He hungrily lapped at the perky nipples before taking hold of his boy's cock and he hypnotically started to run his hands up and down it. Damian bashfully let out a little moan himself as his mentor played with his hard cock. But his moans were smothered by his dad's prick once more pushing down into his mouth.
Bruce had craved to suck on his son's cock since the private show. However, he needed his seed. So, he bobbed on it flawlessly. As he needed his sweet sperm inside of him to feel complete. Gotham's Black Angel unknowingly had just taken his son's virginity as the boy took his entire cock into his ass. He wincingly and slowly started to work himself up and down on his young shaft. His eyes were closed as he played with his own nipples as he rose and fell on his dad's cock to his own pace.
Damian teasingly moved towards his father's prick, got behind him, and took over playing with his nipples and kissing his neck as Bruce fiercely and rapidly started to suck his own son's 4.5" cut cock.
He howled as his forest-green eyes burst open and so did Bruce. Enmeshed father and son were just smiling and looking at each other as they sucked each other. Damian, if he was honest with himself...he had always wanted to fuck his mentor and enigmatic idol. All his friends told him all the time how lucky he was and if they were him, they would try their best to get into their briefs as often as possible. The two creamy jettisons he launched almost made him blackout.
Both Bruce and Damian's bodies were gleamingly covered with sweat. The kid dallyingly could feel himself about to cum. Bruce also achingly felt his cock twitching about in his son's mouth and he knew that he was about to get rewarded with an ass full of cum.
Swept up in the enveloping allure, Damian brutishly started to grunt like a bull nonstop, he grunted as his dad shot off three times into his stomach. Bruce barefacedly had another orgasm as he shot each draining load into the convulsing youth's mouth.
Consumed he just smiled lovingly at his son every second he filled that warm ass with his cum.
Like a dutiful martial arts student, Bruce devotedly took everything he had to give him.
When he finally stopped shooting off into that addictive mouth. Damian supportively helped his father pull out of his cock. He then got five pillows and put them under his father's ass. As his prick was up in the air. He wanted his spunk to have a better chance of sealing their bond and satisfying their desires.
Resigned to the sinking truth, Damian couldn't believe he'd just been orally ravished and lost his virginity to his own hero, and he gladly downed his own dad's pole once more. He was hopefully expecting Bruce to free him having been made a man.
Damian was flagrantly looking at his cock with possessive eyes. It was covered with his own cream and his father's seed. Just the way he liked it. When he would fuck his boyfriends back at boarding school. He would offer his academic services to each of them after they had finished fucking each other. He loved the taste of combined body sweat and cock cream. It really excited him and turned him on.
He unabashedly looked at his father and said to him. "Okay we got what we wanted for so long, please let me loose."
Damian gave his dad a wicked smile which made him very uneasy, and he tried to free himself once more without much success. Bruce merely looked at him and smiled.
He then said to him chidingly "I doubt that you would be just as merciful with your peers at school."
Damian was immodestly kneeling in front of his dad's open legs. He openly licked from the base of his balls to the top of his cockhead and all the time he kept eye contact with his father who was watching him lecherously. He rapaciously moaned out when his warm tongue touched his cock. Bruce who was watching his son very closely just smiled at both.
With a small scoff, Damian artfully winked at his father before he took his full cock into his mouth all the way down to his balls. Even Bruce was quite impressed with how well he sucked a cock.
Damian had the reputation at his boarding school for giving the best deep throat blowjobs and he had sucked off many a fellow student male and female alike-with some select instructors.
That's why he always got wonderful grades. It was not only his high degree of intelligence that got him superb exam results. But how good he could suck and fuck that got him the best grades.
But this was unknown to both his brother and father.
Undaunted, Damian ruthlessly continued to suck off his father until he had licked up all the combined juices that were still on his cock. However, he was inhumanly rock hard once more from his wonderful oral job.
Damian suggestively said to his dad. "If I show you mercy, will you give me another good fucking?"
Bruce just nodded his head to the usually smug kid. He wanted to fuck him grindingly now, he yearned to teach the pup a lesson, and he craved to have him scream as he bobbed up and down on his meat stick.
Exuberantly Damian inexorably chuckled to himself as he freed his father. Now it was his turn to take him by surprise. Embracing the challenge, Damian starvingly mad and passionately kissed him. He wildly tossed him down onto his back upon the bed. Truculently he dived on top of him, and he then filled his with to the gag reflex with his now stinging prick.
Bruce just chuckled and said to Damian "I'm going to teach you an overdue lesson."
Damian just smiled at his father and said to him "I really hope so." He foolishly just smiled lovingly at his second erotic god.
With some stamina to spare. Bruce really started to pound in and out of the kid explosively. He would pull back until just the tip of his cock was still inside of his mouth. Then he would power back into the boy. The young prodigy was screaming out very loudly as his cock pounded in and out between his lips. Damian had never been fucked this hard and brutally before. His own mouth wasn't left idle, as the boy's schlong filled the channel in need of its own exercise.
Now he was beyond sensibility very surprised to find out that he adored it. All his other lovers had always treated him with admiration and respect. But his father was indulging in his prick for his own pleasure, and it felt wonderful to him as he just rammed his cock in and out of his mouth. He was touching places no other cock had touched before.
It only took Bruce to realize his own surprise a couple of minutes of this hard fucking.
Before he started to scream out and he could feel him spewing wildly in his throat.
He salaciously told him "I'm gonna cum all over your cute self-absorbed face."
Damian was unblushingly begging him "Damnit, cum all over my face...FUCK!!!"
Bruce quickly mimed him conscience through a labored voice to "Explode...deep...in his mouth."
It would be better if he could mentally cement their bond as well, just in case. This pleased him and he grunted once more then thrust forward and he ferally emptied his full load of cum into his bowels.
Bruce left his cock in his son's ass until he was sure he had stopped shooting his warm loads.
He then pulled out of the kid, and he went quickly to his own bedroom. He confidently turned to the right side grabbing a couple of pillows which he cheekily put under his boy's cheeks.
Happily father and son both had their cocks fly up in the air fall limp, both of their stomachs were boorishly filled with cum. In fact, his seed was now gleaming in puddles on both their exhausted bodies. Smirkingly, Bruce had also picked up his iPhone when he went for the pillows. He animatedly started to take some pictures of both with their butts up in the air filled with his cum leaking from them. Both just smiled shamelessly as he took photo after photo.
For the next eight days Dick was kept busy studying while fantasizing over his father and brother. By the time he returned home, Bruce was contemplating about fucking both separately while he would secretly have it filmed.
The very next morning Bruce stirred awake facing his sleeping son, glad both had breaks today from their respective schedules, both bore very pleased expressions on their faces. The smirk on his face proudly moved Bruce knowing that his son by blood fully had come into himself as a man. Later, he mused on triumphantly opening a bottle of champagne he had purchased for such an event. This would be the last alcoholic drink the boy would have until he had to really focus on their academic studies. But for now, he deserved to be heralded into the new day properly.
Bruce engagingly whispered to the boy "Ready for the best wakeup call of your life, son?"
Unaware, the boy just murmured not even feeling the sun's warmth on his skin yet. Then Bruce just completely flung the bed sheet off their naked bodies, with an appetizing grin. Inching down to Damain's waistline, he then gave the hot pinkish cockhead a lip. Bruce enveloped half of the member slowly and gingerly, he didn't want to alarm Damian into action, so he swirled his tongue around the tingling schlong between each bob, gradually driving the boy to groan and flail about.
Smiling at the sight of it, Bruce continued to draw his mouth back and forth on the tuning fork with Damian gritting his teeth and incoherently muttering. Bruce knew this was the day that he'd prove himself. Eventually Damian was invited to every party due to his likable personality for the ladies and for the guys his oral ability. Four days later Damian had classmates right and left wanting to invite him over for parties, sleepovers etc. The boys and girls were all under thrall at the new aura he was radiating. The oral massage lasted another two minutes before Bruce avidly swallowed his son's morning tribute and turned his gaze up at the delighted yet tongue-tied youth.
"Hope you enjoyed that son, it's bound to be a regular routine of ours."
Over a couple of weeks afterwards Bruce had taken Damian for a physical exam to prove that he had the Wayne genes and prowess in him. Both felt unsettled and waited nervously for the results. Would they be able to keep this affair shielded away or not?
Suddenly Bruce received a telephone call from his connection a couple of days later and he went off to have a meeting with him. The three of them waited nervously for him to return. When he did get back, he had a knowing smile on his face. They had all the right arrangements made and personnel paid handsomely.
Bruce smiled at his longtime confidant and surrogate father and said to him "That's absolutely fantastic... but I've something to tell you."
Damian also said half teasingly "He has something to tell everyone who matters."
At once Bruce and Damian both said simultaneously that "We're both now members of the Secret Erastes League, aka SEL, and Dick's an honorary member."
In a beat the Wayne patriarch looked at his boys who were trying to look as innocent as possible and just laughed and he then said to them all.
"It's all splendid news, now we just have to see about a vacation mansion big enough for you to enjoy our new pastime until you graduate high school and go to college."
All of them uproariously burst out laughing.