All the Myriad Lays Chapter 11: Lapdog Confidential Evan Andrews 2022
This is a fan fiction.
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The once and every other man-cave orgy was back in full swing, but this time the set had changed into a mock-up of the Batcave. Czarnian trainers were busy gang-banging members of the Bat Family, and not just the gang from 69 Lambda. Bat Family members from a couple of dozen other deceased timelines were giving up their bodies as well. Even the villainous Talon and Drake, once out of their tableau, had fallen into submissive sex-slave mode.
Batman 69-Lambda lay on his back on sofa, naked of course, and achingly hard; his cowled head rested in Glory Hole's lap
Glory held up a giant purple dildo and said, "I bet you know what to do with this, sweetie. Am I right?"
He did. Batman took the shaft of dishonor from her, spread his legs, and pressed the silicone head against his pucker.
"Go on," Glory prompted. "It's nothing you haven't done before and nothing we haven't seen."
Gently but irresistibly, Batman pushed the head of the dildo past his sphincter and began to sodomize himself.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" the Dark Knight grunted, but inside he was having a different conversation.
God,' Batman thought as he plumbed his depths, It feels so right, getting my ass fucked, and it doesn't matter how, or by whom, or by what. What have I become?!'
Glory reached down, at first in order simply to tease a nipple but now to stroke the weeping Bat-cock. On the other side of the infernal temptress, a retconned metrosexual Lobo stood by, patient and hungry. He clearly wanted to use Batman's body.
Nice," Glory said as Batman slipped a couple of fingers inside himself to help the dildo work his hole. "You've adapted so well, Bruce. I'm proud of you. And your boys, just look at them."
Still fucking himself, Batman turned his head and looked over to his proteges. Most of them (Batman had no idea how he knew which boys were his; he just did) were once again taking on three or four of Glory's seemingly bottomless supply of horny Czarnians. Not just Lobo, but all the other muscle-bound recruits from that brutal world as well were making good use of the boys' now-compliant bodies. Not even Jason was resisting anymore. They knew what their holes were for, and they were eagerly putting them to their intended purpose. Or, rather, to the purpose Glory intended for them
As Batman watched the orgy, Nightwing, with Take's dark Czarnian dick still in his mouth, crawled over on top of the supine red-headed Warrior so that he and the golden stud, Hard, could DP the young man. Batman realized, hearing Nightwing cry out (inarticulately since Take's fat dick still filled his mouth) as he took their massive dicks, that he was—not to put a fine line to it—jealous of his young friend. Why did Nightwing get all that real cock while Batman was left with only this one dildo, outsized though it might be?
"You look like you feel left out, sugar. Would it help if Lobo here fucked you?" Glory asked out of the blue.
Batman looked up at the new Lobo that was acting as Glory's major domo. That the Dark Knight didn't know what to say was obvious. He wanted fucked, but...
"Don't be coy, Bruce," the fiendish siren soothed, "It's what Lobos (especially this one) are here for."
Metrosexual Lobo grinned lasciviously and, running a hand over his bulging pants, said, "You know you want it, Bitchman."
"Yes," Batman sobbed to Glory, "I want him to fuck me."
And he really did. The Caped Crusader had lost all of his old pride and his hauteur. Now, he lived for man-sex, in whatever form Glory (or her surrogate) told him to indulge in it.
"Please," the Dark Knight begged, doubling down on the subservience.
Glory touched Lobo's forearm.
"Okay, my love. Give it to him. Give it to him hard. He deserves the reward for being the perfect Bat-slut."
And Lobo did. Spreading Batman's legs, he laid down a hard deep fuck seemed to be the default setting for all Lobos. Metrosexual Lobo, however, had his own special technique. His hard dicking-down was not as violent as regular Lobo's was. It was, though, just as thorough, and Batman's ass welcomed the invasion.
"Fuck!" Bruce cried as Lobo's fat dick rode over the sensitive flesh inside his guts, "Fuck me, Lobo! I need you to fuck the cum out of me! Oh! Fuck! Cum! Yeah!"
Batman suddenly creamed, his cock spitting up a white flood onto his abs. Feeling magnanimous, the still-thrusting Lobo fingered the Bat-cum up and fed it back to the Dark Knight who licked it off the grey fingers with obvious pleasure. Eventually Lobo painted Batman's guts white, and then, after pulling up his pants, the trainer stepped back to his post.
The deflated Bruce looked up at Glory and tearfully said, "Why?"
"Why?" Glory sounded truly puzzled.
"Why have you done this to us? Why have you made us whores in your trans-dimensional bordello?"
"Bordello?" Glory laughed, "Sweet thing, you may be my slaves (actually you definitely are), and you may be fucking all your waking hours, but you're wrong about my establishment. I'd never run anything as tawdry as a bordello. The idea! Try thinking of it as an erotic superhero petting zoo—just with privileges."
That,' Batman thought, Was a way of looking at it, maybe.' But the functional difference escaped him.
"I tell you what," Glory continued, "Maybe it'd be better to show you. On your feet, Bat-stud."
Glory led Batman by his once-again hard dick out onto a balcony (`Wait, how is there a balcony in the Batcave?') overlooking her dark and twisted other world.
"Remember meeting Johnny?" she said, pointing to a fortress in the distance.
"The stick figure with the giant head?" Batman said as he stealthily thrust into her enveloping hand, "Yeah. He's the first one who said anything about an Earth 69-Lambda."
"Precisely. Well, that timeline, 69-Lambda, was your little slice of the metaverse."
"Was?"
"Yeah. You see, every now and then the Powers That Be (and no, I've never met them, so don't ask) decide that the story potential of a given timeline, a given Earth, has fallen below some mysterious threshold that only they understand. (And trust me, we've tried to figure this out and failed every single time.) When that happens, they end that timeline, usually with a spectacular Crisis of some sort. Remember how bad things were getting on your Earth?"
Batman nodded. The world had been falling apart, literally. Nobody in any of the brain trusts had seen it coming, and none of them knew what to do to stop it. The superheroes had been trying their best to hold things together, mitigating the worst of the human disasters, but it was clear to the Council of Heroes that it was a case of too-little too-late, unless they could find—well, since they had no idea what was causing it, they had no idea what they needed to do to stop it. Still they fought against the crisis. Now Glory was telling him that nothing they could have done would have done any good at all.
"Well," Glory went on, "Johnny, he records the continuity of all worlds, and that includes archiving the ended worlds' final days, and a while back he and I reached an arrangement. I was granted a concession-- let's call it, salvage rights. When Johnny sees that a world is entering an end of times Crisis, I have permission to slip into the timeline and abduct, er, I mean, recruit, the hottest heroes, the bravest and most bold, before the inevitable end and add them into my establishment. You and your boys were just on my 69-Lambda shopping list."
Batman's face had fallen while she spoke.
"Yeah, sweet-cheeks," Glory said, "It sucks, but Earth 69-Lambda now only exists as an entry in Johnny's historical archive, ah, and in your flesh and your memories. Your world, your home, is gone. Poof."
"Gone," Batman said flatly.
"In a blaze of glory," she said. "If that helps at all. Which it doesn't. Anyway, after I've done my salvage run it's simply a matter of training the new recruits to play their part in my establishment. That was what all your training was for."
Bruce nodded absently. It was gone. Everything and everybody, gone.
"Subconsciously, of course, you all felt that something important was missing; you just couldn't put your finger on it because nobody ever considers that almost everything he ever knew might be gone. Once your minds adjusted to the loss, however, it was easy to Stockholm syndrome you into your new roles as a sex-slaves here."
"So, it's just us? All the rest of 69-Lambda is gone?" Bruce still hadn't totally accepted that.
"Did I say all?" Glory teased. "That's not quite true. Would you like to see?"
"Yes," Batman said eagerly. If any part of his world had survived...
"Okay. You see that castle in the distance?"
Batman nodded.
Glory, still holding Batman by his now-squelchy shaft, led him through a portal... and into a great room much like the one they'd just left in Glory's castle (except less Batcavey). Or wait... No, this room was not the Batcave, though it was still familiar. It looked for all the world like... like the great throne room in Atlantis.
Glory, or rather another Glory, was already here, perched on Aquaman's coral and pearl throne, watching Black Manta (a whole gang of Black Mantas actually) fucking the Sea King at both ends while he desperately jacked off a couple of more. Batman knew that position well; he just knew it with Czarnians.
"Arthur," Batman whispered, but nobody heard him.
"Hello love," Glory called to her double on the throne and waved.
"Darling, how scrumptious, and you brought along a pet! Ooo! A rather impressive pet, too, I see."
Batman's cock had risen to its full 10 inches watching his Justice Squad teammate taking the gangbang from hell. Dark brown cocks (or occasionally two) filled the blond hero's every fuckable orifice and involved both his hands. Other manta's had clearly shot their loads onto Aquaman's face and into his long hair. Yeah, Batman would have had to have been dead for two weeks not to be turned on by this.
"Can I see how well this one works," the second Glory said pointing at Batman, and at a nod from the (un-)Caped Crusader's Glory the Aqua-vixen looked down to the person crouching at her feet.
"Tempest," she said to Aquaman's old protégé what squatted on his haunches, naked and unnoticed, at her feet, "Be a dear and go suck Batman's cock. Ah, it is Batman, isn't it?"
"Yes, love."
Batman watched without really hearing, his face a mask of hungry incredulity, as Aquaman's younger friend and ally crawled over to him and, coming up to his knees, took the bat-cock into what proved to be a very talented mouth.
"Fuck!" Batman moaned as Tempest expertly sucked his shaft. "Yeah, suck my big dick, you sea-piglet. Suck the Batman good!"
"Mmmmm!" Tempest sighed with pleasure. This one clearly took his cocksucking seriously.
"Oh, that's a good one you salvaged there" second Glory said. "Which timeline?"
"69-Lambda."
"Ah yes, I've gotten good mileage out of my 69-Lambdas," the seated Glory mused.
"Where is this one from," Glory said, ruffling Tempest's hair as he sucked away on Batman's 10 fat inches. "He looks like a fine catch."
"14-Delta prime," Glory enthroned said with a rueful smile.
"I didn't think..."
"Just because you missed the boat on that one, darling, doesn't mean we were all asleep at the wheel—although I admit I could only do a few snap grabs. I blame Johnny. In any case, I snagged this one here and whisked him away just as the curtain was coming down."
Tempest was still sucking, or rather deep-throating, the bat-pole.
"Glory!" Batman whined, "I'm going to cum! Can I cum, Glory? Please!"
"Give the boy his reward, Bruce," she said magnanimously. "I think he's earned it."
Shuddering, Bruce's balls gave up their load, and Tempest sucked down every last drop of Batman's rich cream. As the dark-haired dreamboat licked the bat-pole clean, he stared up at Batman lovingly.
"Glory?" Batman gasped. Tempest was starting to suck him again.
"Yes, my pet?"
"What's going on?"
"Oh, you great detective you, haven't you guessed. You know I recruited my Lobos from across time and space, likewise his Czarnian brothers. And you know I've taken Bat Family studs from several cancelled timelines and brought them to my establishment. Why should I stop at Batmans and Robins? Honey, this me here, " and this castle's Glory waggled her fingers at the Dark Knight, "Has a collection of Aquamans (Wow, look at those Mantas all hosing Aquaman down. I hope he won't drown in that ocean of jizz) that you wouldn't believe—and the Sea King's various allies, especially Aqualads. Another me has Green Arrows (and Red Arrows, and Speedies, and Arsenals and so much more). And there's also a castle for a rainbow of Lanterns, as well as castles for several other hero groups. (The kryptonite keep for Supermans is gorgeous, by the way, all pink and green.) There's even an establishment for independent and lone-wolf heroes."
Tempest had crawled around back of Batman, abandoning his cock for the moment, and was now busy eating out Batman's fuck-hole. Rather than fight against it, Batman writhed on the young hero's talented tongue.
"Fuck!" Batman sighed, "Oh fuck! Glory! I'm getting hard again!"
"Do it, Tempest," said the Glory on the throne. "Fuck him."
"Uh, if you agree that is," Glory enthroned said to her counterpart.
Batman's Glory indicated her agreement, and the two Glories watched as the dark young sea-stud stood up and proceeded to feed his 9 ½ inch cock into the Bat-cunt.
"Fuck! Fuck me, Tempest!" the Dark Knight screamed. Even Aquaman looked over to see what the commotion was about. As a result, the Sea King started beating his meat double-time, even as he once again was made airtight.
"Are you going to take him to more castles tonight, darling?" Glory enthroned asked as she reached for a piece of Turkish delight.
"Oh, a few more, maybe," first Glory said, sitting down on the Sea Queen's throne, "Especially after seeing how he's taking to Tempest fucking him. I want to see how well he plays with others. (I especially want to see him bitch Booster Gold.) If the results are positive (and why shouldn't they be?) we can set our minds to it and could come up with enough crossover possibilities for tableaux to win us a whole new audience."
"I can see the banner now," Glory enthroned clapped with glee. `All the Myriad Lays'."
"The hottest hero-on-hero action in the megaverse!"
The Glories toasted the idea and sat back to watch the show.