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As I flip over Bludhaven I wonder where everyone is.
Don't get me wrong, I love quiet nights, quiet nights are the goal of a crimefighter. But tonight, tonight is too quiet. God I am starting to sound like Bruce. I land on the top of the Dixon building and wait, this is where Tim said to meet him. It wasn't often my younger brother reached out to work together, our family wasn't big on sharing.
So when he called me out of the blue and says he has a lead on Blockbuster moving some product, I jump on it because it had to mean something. I scan the police frequencies while I wait, absolutely nothing. Something was definitely up.
"Waiting long?" a voice asked from behind me.
I turn and smile, "Now that was a Bruce worthy entrance."
He looks good, fit, if anything he looks a little bigger. The extra meat compliments him but I wonder if it will take away from his fighting style. We like to keep ourselves lean for a reason, it helps dodging bullets when there is literally less of us to shoot at.
He gave a half bow, "What can I say? I practice."
I laugh and hold out a hand to fist bump, "Brother, we all practice."
He bumps me back and then is all business, "So I heard that Blockbuster was moving some STAR labs stuff through Bludhaven tonight. Metagene tech, nasty stuff. You up for breaking up a meet and greet?"
"Heard from where?" I ask, Blockbuster is an old foe and Bludhaven is my turf and I hadn't heard one peep about this.
"Um, it's call the internet Dick, some people use it for more than posting cat pictures."
I flip him off, "Some of us don't have time to live on the darkweb."
"Well some of us do, you want in?"
"I'm here aren't I? You wanna call Jason in?"
He gives me a grin and a head tilt, "You feeling tired? Don't think you can break up one little drug meeting?"
"Oh keep talking smack there junior, how about we put a little wager on tonight?"
"What kind of wager?"
"Person who takes out the most guys has to cover their week of cave cleaning."
He makes a face, "I get one flew in a window once but does he have to let them all live down there?"
"It was worse when I was Robin, he hadn't set up sonic fences so they just went wherever they wanted to. I spent so many nights washing the Batmobile because of one bat."
"Sure, one week of cave cleaning to the loser."
I grin, "Hope you like to scrub."
He doesn't say anything back as we flip down to the warehouse.
The place is empty, not even a truck. I look around, because it is not like Tim to get things wrong, if anything he is a perfectionist.
"I don't know Tim, you sure you got the address right?"
I begin to turn to look at him when I feel a taser hit me in the side, numbing out my left sided instantly. As I drop the floor I wonder who got the drop on me and worse, how did they know how to bypass my suit's defenses? I can withstand up to half a million volts in this thing and I am still twitching on the ground like a landed fish.
I look up and see Tim staring down at me, depleted taser in hand.
"Why?" I ask, not sure what was going on.
For an answer he hits me again and I feel the rest of my body spasm out, I lose consciousness quickly.
When I wake up, a phrase I use far too often, I am tied down to a table with Tim looking down at me. My mask is turned off, which means he has deactivated my suit, unlike Bruce most of my gadgets are built into the weave of the suit itself, over the years I've found a utility belt throws off my balance, so I opted for a slimmer load out. But all of it is controlled through my mask, so if it's offline all I am doing is wearing an expensive piece of synthetic Kevlar.
"Rise and shine," Tim says with an uncharacteristically evil grin, "You plan on sleeping through all the fun?"
A thousand thoughts race through my mind, but my training only allowed me to voice one ,"Who are you?"
Tim's eyebrows go up in amazement, "Well, well, well, look at you. Figuring it out that fast, what gave it away boy wonder?"
"Tim would never do this," Dick said, trying to go through the options in his mind of what to do.
"Ah, don't be so sure," Tim said pacing around me like a hungry tiger, "He has some pretty racy thoughts up in here, you know he's into guys?"
I scowwled, Tim's sexuality was an open secret they had all agreed not to talk about until he was ready to bring it up himself, to have this...impostor just out him like that...it was distasteful.
"It's true, and boy oh boy does he have thoughts. You know how hard he pushed himself to prove he could be Robin? You know I just did that because I was so envious of how you and Jay were built? I would spend hours, must gazing at your body, and didn't even know I was lusting after it. So I worked on the only muscle I could compete in, my brain. But let me tell you..."
Tim's hands roamed over Dick's torso, making the old boy shudder, "...I had a little crush."
"Shut up," Dick snapped, "Stop talking in his voice, you aren't him."
He looked down at him and there was a coldness in the eyes that took me back for a second, and then his features began to melt, expand and form into Conner. "Are any of us really who we are?" he sounds just like Conner, "You have any idea how many times I wanted to hand you your ass in training? You just jumping around, making me look like a fool? When we both know I can kick your ass anytime I want."
"You're not Superboy either," I say, realizing I am in deep shit, Tim I could handle, but Conner...that was not a fight I was looking forward to.
"And you're not who you say either," a finger tracing down the middle of my abs, "Here you are, big brother, stalwart defender, all around good guy...when we both know you aren't that at all."
I could feel a slight tingle where the finger trailed and I felt my strength drain away.
"There's someone inside you that you keep locked away...right?"
His hands came up to my face and I tried to twist away, but there was no way to go. Both hands gripped me hard and I felt the same tingle. I let out a small moan and as I feel my eyes start to close as I lost all will.
"There's the you that's a showoff, that likes to be the center of attention. The you that loves to be seen, loves to be fawned over..."
The words sounded like they were from very far away as I struggled to stay conscious.
"You know, the one that's going to love this..."
And then nothing.
When I wake up, told you, I say this too much, I am still tied down, except I am no longer alone.
"Well, well, well," Blockbuster says, leering at me, two goons on either side of him, "Christmas came early."
I struggle with the ropes, knowing Tim has pretty well screwed me. He took the hidden blades from my gloves and my suit is still offline...I glance around, wondering if this is the worst bait and switch in history and he's waiting to jump out. But the shadows are empty an I am sunk.
"What happened twinkletoes?" Blockbuster asks, "You lose a bet?"
Oh did I.
"Look Roland, can we talk about this?" I try with a smile, "Come to an understanding?"
"Or I understand just fine," he says, one huge paw of a hand moving over my body, "You're needing something and I'm here to give it to you."
I shake my head, "I don't need anything, look...people are going to come looking for me."
He grins, "Sure sweetheart, Batman is racing here as we speak to save you. Is that what you're selling?"
I was indeed trying to sell that, but he seems sure that no one is coming for me. Given the fact fake Tim set me up, it's not a bad guess. No one knows where I am and with my suit down I can't contact Oracle. I am literally stuck with no way out.
"What do you want?" I ask, trying to keep the worry about of my voice. His hand keeps feeling me up, appraising my body like I was a horse he was buying.
"I want what I always want, Bludhaven. But that isn't going to happen while you're around is it? So I need to get rid of you."
I swallow hard, "You really want to kill me? You wanna bring that heat down on you?"
His hand stops and he locks eyes with me, "Who said I was gonna kill you?" he looks to one of his goons, "Did you say that?" the guy shakes his head, "Did you?" The other does the same. Back to me he asks, "No one is gonna kill you...but when we're done, you're gonna wish you were."
His hand keeps roaming and finally rests on the front of my groin, "Oh, this is hopeful."
I try not to react he has a hand over my junk, there has to be a way out of this.
"Desmond, we can talk about this."
"Talk?" he asks, "Talk is cheap."
He holds one hand up, "Knife."
One of the thugs gives him a long switchblade which he opens a flick of a a button. The blade is wicked sharp and he makes sure I see the whole thing before he moves, "Now hold still, unless you wanna go from a stallion to a gelding."
I didn't know much about horses but I knew the difference. I froze as I felt him start to cut away parts of my uniform, "See I thought there was no way to cut your shit, but then a little birdy told me with the power cut, this is just really stretchy Kevlar. And you know what cuts Kevlar? Promethium blade, goes through it like butter."
He is slicing away near my dick and I am frozen in fear he is going to castrate me. I try to cover it up but there is no way to hide panic when someone has a knife to your dick. He saw my face cause he chuckled, "You suddenly paying attention kid?"
I nod, trying my best not to make a sound.
He tore the front of my crotch out and laughed, "Oh look, he has a batjock!"
We all have specially made jockstraps to wear in uniform, they have protective cups that absorb impact and keep the moving parts out of the way during combat. Each one is designed just for us, it was a process to get your junk scanned but they fit like a glove and were made to be color coded with our outfit so we knew which one belonged to who. Mine was a dark blue and black accents, making it look like a jockstrap with Nightwing branding.
I felt the flush on my face as I realized there were a bunch of criminals laughing at my exposed crotch.
Blockbuster knocked on the cup, "Knock knock, anyone home?"
His gonna all thought it hilarious as I tried not to wince, "Ok Des, you had your fun."
He looked down at me, "Kid we haven't even started yet."
I felt his hands grab at my jock and I began to struggle, "Where's that shit the kid left?"
One of the goons started to check his pocket, "Um...here boss."
He handed Desmond a auto syringe filled with a greenish liquid, "Hold still, this is gonna make it all better."
"What's that? Desmond don't , DON'T!" I screamed as he injected it into my thigh. I felt a tingle from in injection site and then a warmness that spread throughout my body. "Unnnhhh...." I heard myself moan as my body slumped back onto the table.
"That's more like it," he said, tossing the needle away and going back to removing my cup. I feel it slip free and the cold air of the warehouse hits my cock and I gasp from the sensation.
"See? Don't that feel better?" he asks, rubbing the front of my jock, now directly stimulating my dick.
I nod as his words echo in my head, what the hell did he give me? It felt like a concentrated dose of Ivy Pollen but we're vaccinated from it. It shouldn't hit me this hard...unless Tim made a batch that worked around our immunity.
The thought chills me as I realize I might be dosed, seriously dosed. I had seen people jump off buildings for Ivy on this stuff, if my immunities weren't in place...
"Oh look, little Nightwing is waking up,"
I look down and realize my dick is getting hard from his touch, I moan in embarrassment as I try to focus but my mind won't comply. My entire body is heating up as he keeps rubbing the front of my pouch, his other hand grabs at a nipple and pinches.
"FUCK!" I cry, my ass coming off the table as I feel my resolve start to shatter.
"Oh yeah...you need this don't you boy?" Desmond asks, pulling the thing material of my jock aside, letting my cock free. It slaps up against my abs, and I can feel it throbbing already. "You want more?" he asks, I shake my head but I know it's an empty gesture, my pecs are pushing upwards, begging him to touch me as my dick leaks precum all over the front of my uniform.
"Oh you say no..." he grabs a hold of my cock and my breath catches, "But this is saying yes."
"Unnn...." I groan, my hips move upwards, pushing my cock into his hand, practically jerking myself off in his grip. It is like nothing I had ever felt before, I've had a ton of sex, but this man's hand was breaking my mind one inch at a time.
"That's a good boy," he says, slowly stroking me, "Now let's try that again, you want more?"
I am practicality biting through my bottom lip to keep myself from screaming, I can feel my body shake as I struggle with the last parts of my pride get burned away by the venom moving though my veins. I won't submit, I can't...there has to be a way out of this...there has to be...
My eyes are clenched shut as I try to drown out his touch and then suddenly his voice is in my ear, his warmth breath is pleasure as he talks into my ear, "Come on, let daddy make it all better." His tongue invades my ear and another part of my self breaks.
"Oh daddy..." I whimper as he licks one of most sensitive parts on my body. I am mortified to hear the words slip out of my mouth but even as I admonish myself I am raising my head, giving him access to my throat.
"So wound up," he whispers as he licks down my neck, "You just need some release...don't you?"
Don't talk. Don't talk. Don't talk.
"Come on baby...just tell me...tell me what you want?"
His teeth come down on the side of my neck and my mouth just blurts out, "Oh god yeess...."
I can her the goons laugh but I don't care as he tries to gnaw at the side of my neck and finds my uniform. I hear the knife open and he is cutting the top of my uniform off, he rips it down to my abs and then I feel his teeth against my neck.
I moan in misery as I realize I am letting him mark me and loving every second of it. I am crying out, not caring about anything anymore. He bites me so hard that it aches, but even the pain turns me on. He stops and looks down at me, "You want more baby?"
I don't even know where I am anymore, I just feel pleasure and nothing else.
My head nods and he laughs, his fingers grabs my nipples and begins to twist them lightly, "Such a beautiful boy," he praises as I feel my body straining against the bonds, "You're in the wrong business baby...you should have been a whore."
"He still can be one boss," one of the thugs say and even though I am doped out, I still feel fear when I see Blockbuster's expression.
It is one of pure lust, "So true, the night is young."
He lets go of my nipples and walks down to my feet, I am laying there, breath heaving as I try to unscramble my brain. I go through the routine Bruce drilled into us if we got mindfucked. I am Dick Grayson. I am Nightwing. I am in Bludhaven. I am a good person. I am on a table. I am...
I feel the knife cut up my legs and shred my uniform even more and my train of thought is shattered, "Oh yeah, look at these legs."
Blockbuster runs his hands up my athletic legs and I feel my body shiver in response, "So fucking perfect," he says, kissing the inside my thighs, "So damn fuckable..." he leaves a trail of hickies up the inside of my thighs and again I can hear my needy whimpers echo across the warehouse, I can't stop myself, I want to so bad...but I can't.
"Boys, make a wish."
Each thug grabs a leg and pulls them apart, there is no pain, I am more than flexible for this.
"Jesus," one of the men swears, "So bendy..."
"I dated a stripper that was bendable but not like this."
"Hold him still boys," Blockbuster said, his head going below my field of vision. One of the guys is feeling up my calf, even that small contact feels good. I start to lose time when I feel his hands pry my asscheeks apart.
"What? NO!" I scream, my sexuality giving me some clarity. "Des no, please...anything but that..."
I feel him like around my hole and for a moment I freeze, my entire body locks in place as fireworks begin to explode in my head. He licks again and I can feel it, this rushing wave of lust coming down my mountain. He licks harder and I clench my fists, as I try to form the words to protest. "Please..." I whisper as I feel the tip of his tongue press against my clenched hole.
I feel him try to press in, but I refuse, keeping my ass as tight as possible, not this, anything but this. He pushes my ass up more and my legs are sticking straight up now, spread wide and hole exposed. He tries to violate me again but I hold tight...and then his fingers brush my nipples...
"Oh god!" I cry as he twists, causing my body to spasm and making me lose my grip on my ass.
His thick tongue plunges into me and my mouth is open in a silent scream as my eyes shoot open, expression of shock frozen on my face. He has a few inches in me, I can feel the warm, moistness and for a moment I forget how to breathe. Everything in my mind is gone, replaced only with his tongue. I can hear the thugs exclaim in surprise as I spread my legs wider on my own, I try to thrust up, forcing as much of him into me as I can, desperate for more...
He takes hold of my hips and shoves more into me and I finally crack.
"Fuck! YES! FUCK....MORE!!" I cry out, as I feel my own ego begin to crumble around me.
I am being raped, I have a man's tongue up my ass against my will and I hate it, yet I am thrusting him into me, my cock is throbbing, leaking precum everywhere as I beg him to do it harder. Even though I am lost to lust, I am still aware of who I am and how much I loathe this...but it doesn't matter.
I want more.
His tongue slips out and I look down at him, desperate, wondering what I did wrong.
He wipes his mouth off, "Let him go boys, he isn't gonna fight."
They slowly let go of my legs and I lower them to the table.
"Good?" he asks.
I feel my head nod even as I am screaming no inside.
He is slowly undoing his belt, "I know people make jokes about it, but you do have a perfect ass. You know that right?"
Again I nod, my mind is on fire with lust, I can't help it.
He pulls his pants down, "So you do know, you like showing it off? You like people looking at you?"
I nod again, looking at he bugle in his boxers.
"So an attention whore...I knew it," he pulls his boxers down and reveals a cock that would look more at home on a horse than a man. He sees me staring and strokes it, "You like? Biggest one in Bludhaven."
I can't look away, I am repulsed as I am excited. I do not like men, I am attracted to women, but I am so horny right now, so wound up, everything is turning me on. Even his cock.
He climbs up on the table and says in a stern voice, "Spread your legs."
I try to say no, I focus on keeping my legs together...but I look down at his cock again and find my legs slowly spreading...
"Oh yeah," he says, feeling the inside of my thighs as he moves forward, "Nightwing on his back, spreading his legs only for me. This is a dream come true."
I feel the thick head of his cock press against my wet hole and panic returns.
"Wait, wait..." I cry, realizing he is actually going to fuck me. "Please...I'll do anything...please..."
The weakness and fear in my voice is sickening, but I can't help it. I am shaken, I don't want this, I can't have this happen, not here, not like this...
"Oh you're gonna do anything," Desmond taunts, "That's assured."
He presses in and I close my eyes, "Noooo....." I moan as I feel him enter me.
"Shhh..." he said over me, "You're going to love this."
I felt my hole stretch and my head thrashed side to side as I tried to fight it...
"Oh fucking yes," he said as he destroyed my virgin ass. I was screaming, but there was no pain. Like everything else that had been done to me tonight it was pleasure, only pleasure. I was screaming because I didn't want this...I was losing part of myself...
And then he nudged my prostate.
"FUCK!" I cried as my cock began to shoot on it's own. I painted my own chest and face with cum as I unloaded my balls all over my tattered uniform. They were all laughing as I spasmed around his cock, my orgasm coming hard and fast. I had never came like that before, no girl, not Babs, not Kory, no one of them had made me go off like that and I could feel the post cum coma begin to descend on my mind as the endorphins flooded my body and mixed with whatever they had injected me with...
And I was happy, so fucking happy.
I could feel the goofy grin on my face as my brain was only pleasure, I looked up at him as he pushed even more of his cock into me, his fucking monster of a cock stimulating my prostate, making me dry cum over and over like a fish out of water.
"Holy shit," one of the guys said, "He came without jerking off!"
"He loves it!" the other said.
"You did like that didn't you?" he asked.
I nod, drool rolling down my chin.
"Undo the bonds," Desmond says, stopping his violation of my ass.
The guys hesitate for a moment and the undo the metal bands around my arms. He grabs each of my legs and spreads them wide, allowing him full access to my ass. I used to do this with Kory, spread her wide, fuck her like she was a goal post...and now here I was...being fucked like a whore in front of strangers.
"Oh yeah you do like it..." he growled as I moaned, my back arching as he pushed all the way into me. He held the base of his cock up against my ass, making me feel every single inch of it. I writhed as I felt the beast throb in my aching hole, I was so full...so fucking full...
He slowly slid out of me and I cried out again, my hands against his huge chest as I felt my guts try to go with his cock. He is destroying my prostate as he moves, making the destruction of my virginity the most intense sexual experience I have ever felt. He pulled six inches out of me and still had a whole other cock to go and then shoved into me hard, knocking the breath out of me.
"OHHHH!" I cried out, feeling him fill me again. My cock is aching, my balls drained, and still I am getting hard again as he slowly pulls out again. "Fuck yeah..." I moan, sounding like a slutty cheerleader than an actual superhero. He reverses and hits me again, and I can feel me cry out to god as I reach up and hold on to his shoulders.
"You like that baby?"
I nod, not even recognizing the man fucking me. He leans down to kiss me and I return it as he pulls out again, I moan around his kiss as I ready my ass, pushing back as he slams forward. I can feel my breath hiccup as we start to get a rhythm, him fucking me savagely and me begging for more.
He sits up and starts pistoning into me, "Come on boys, get some."
One of the guys pulls his cock out and climbs up on the table, I am stuck for a moment, I'm not gay, I don't suck dick. He hits my spot again and says, "Suck that cock or I stop."
I am shocked to find myself to start sucking this guy's cock eagerly. I feel him hit my head, "Cover your teeth retard!" I comply and he starts thrusting into my mouth as I keep getting fucked hard. The other guy drags my mouth onto him and I repeat the process, sucking them both off as my ass is completely destroyed by Desmond's cock.
"Ok back up," he orders and his men climb off the table, "All fours, now!"
Slowly I turned over and get on all fours, knowing in my heart this is wrong but wanting it to bad...
I feel him press into me and I cry out as he begins to fuck me again, this time I am able to slam back into him, wedging every inch of him into me as I can. The guys get back on the table and I have two cocks shoved in my mouth, I gag and choke and they force me to pleasure them. I don't care, all I know is pleasure and need more, so much more.
"This is how it should have been," he says, grabbing a chunk of my hair and pulling my hair back, "You on your knees servicing me, you should have just been my whore."
I nod in agreement as the guys shove their cock back into my mouth. I slurp as much as I can as I feel that cock bring me more and more pleasure.
"Maybe when you're fired you can come sleep on my floor," he says, "When daddy Bats finds out what kind of whore you really are...you can come work for me."
The thought of Bruce seeing me like this, finding out...the shame and terror grip me and it's like a bucket of cold water. I realize I am on all fours being fucked while I suck off two guys. I feel like throwing up as I feel that cock slide into me effortlessly, rubbing my prostate, bringing wave after wave of pleasure through my body. I have to get out of here, to stop this...
"Yeah that wake you up?" Desmond asks, grabbing my throat and pulling me to my knees, "Take a look and wave..." He points as he fucks me and I have no idea what I'm looking at...
And then I see it, a camera.
"You're been live streaming to your bat daddy the whole time...how you think he feels seeing you like this?"
"No..." I sob, feeling tears roll down my cheeks as he keeps fucking me.
"Here, let's give him a good send off..."
His voice deepens and I feel his cock start to swell. My eyes fly open as I feel the hand around my throat start to grow and I realize he's shifting, using the serum to change his body into the hulking mass of Blockbuster. His cock stretches me even more and I cry out in pain as I feel his already huge cock expand to ginormous dimensions.
My cock begins to shoot again as he fills my ass completely, literally shredding my prostate as he makes me cum yet again.
"Come Nightwing, shoot for me...shoot for daddy!"
I do just that, cum and cum and cum. I can't stop shooting as my ass clenches down on his fucking bull cock. I feel him cum in me and I moan as I realize he is breeding me. I am crying again as I feel his hot cum fill my ass and then begin to dribble down my legs. I am broken, my whole body is just a cock sleeve for him as I twitch useless from my own orgasm.
He pulls me off of him like I am a rag doll and tosses me onto the table.
"All yours boys," he says as his goons pounce on me, fighting over the right to fuck me next. My mind shuts down, I am aware of what is going on but I am in a fugue state. I feel them both enter me, the only way they can get traction in my ruined ass is to both fuck me at the same time, when this is tiring they grab my escrima sticks and start fucking me with them. I cum again when they use the shock on them, the voltage triggering my prostate again as I have an orgasm by being fucked with my own weapons. The whole time Desmond keeps the camera on me, capturing every single time I cry out in pleasure, beg for more...or cum.
I don't know how much time passes before there is an explosion and they are thrown back. Bruce is like a devil, coming at them with the fury of the righteous, I wonder as he attacks if he is going to kill them or not. I finally collapse as I realize I'm saved, there will be no more violations.
I hear punches, cries of pain and then nothing.
"Dick?" he asks, his thick with emotion.
"B-bruce?" I cry as he picks me up. And as I did the night my parents were killed, I buried my head in his chest and began to cry, wishing this was all a bad dream. I know we are in the car and then the cave, he pulls me out and takes me over to the medtable. With Alfred gone, he has to do this himself.
"Hold on Dick," he said steadily, not sure who he is trying to calm down, him or me, "You're good."
He attaches some sensors on me and starts the machines up.
"Bruce?" I call out weakly.
"Hold on," he says looking at the readings.
"Bruce, please...I have to tell you something."
He pulls himself away and comes over to the table, "What Dick? I'm here, what do you want to tell me?"
I raise my shaking hands to his face, "I...I..."
I touch his face and smile.
"Gotcha."
He moans as I drain his life force, letting him drop to the ground with at thud.
And I'll be damned, Tim was right, that is how to take down Batman.