Thank you for reading my stories. Comments and questions are welcome at dontaskmeever@mail.com If you'd like to tip my venmo is @jack-parker-109
These stories are fiction, any similarities in names and locations are purely coincidental. They involve intimate interactions between above the age of 18.
Nifty is able to offer this service for us to share and enjoy stories. Please consider giving below to allow Nifty the opportunity to continue.
http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
Author's Note: This is a commission based on comic book versions, not the animated ones.
Parasite
I watch him slowly come to consciousness, but he doesn't open his eyes. It's impressive, from the outside he looks exactly the same, if I wasn't in his mind I would be able to tell.
"Nice trick, that swami in Bangladesh really taught you well."
His eyes open and look directly at me, "What do you want Rudy?"
I'm still in Nightwing's body so the smile is cocky as hell, "World's greatest detective indeed."
He was strapped to a chair clad only in his own jock and nothing else. I had removed all of his gear and the smuggled tools that Dick knew about on his person. I had no doubt that he could get out of the ropes eventually, but for now he was stuck.
"I asked you a question," he says in that voice, that voice he had crafted to scare and intimidate criminals everywhere. Dick knew it was a defense mechanism, he felt vulnerable and was trying to regain control of the situation.
"Ok, sure, let's try it this way," I say walking around him, "Normally I can read a person pretty well but your mind...wow let me tell you, that is a locked vault."
He doesn't say a word, but he knows his own mental defenses.
"So it's simple, I let you and your boys go, all you have to do is open the green vault."
His answer is instant, "No."
Sighing I run a hand across his bare shoulder, "Then I guess we do it the hard way."
"Do your best," he says with steely conviction.
Both my hands press down on his shoulders, "I'll do better than that."
He grunts as I drain him into unconsciousness.
Batman
As I wake up I know I'm drugged.
My heart rate is off, my breathing is too fast...feels like Ivy but modified. My mouth is dry and there is a ringing...
I open my eyes and I'm not surprised to find myself strapped down to a table. Steel locks, no room to spare so breaking my thumb won't work. I'm still in the cave, I can tell from the hum, but there is something else...people...moving?
Dick walks up to the table...not Dick...Parasite.
I bring up everything I know on him but my mind is foggy, it takes a few seconds...Rudy Jones, grew up on the wrong side of Metropolis, abusive father, sociopath, was known for being a social chameleon, changing his behavior depending on who he was with. Developed meta humans powers to absorb life force along with shape shifting linked to telepathy. But his changes were normally skin deep, the Batmobile has DNA authentication sensors, it should have detected him as Dick. Something has changed with him, this is bold even for him.
"How we feeling?" he asks in Dick's voice.
"Drugged," I reply.
He gives me one of Dick's grin and it makes my stomach sick, I would worry where he is but I can't afford to lose focus now. Jones is after the green K ring I took from Luthor years ago, no doubt to ambush Clark...shit.
"Clark?" he asks brightly. "Did you spill the beans?"
The entire unabridged version of Crime and Punishment circa 1886 floods my mind and I see him wince.
"Well that's rude, you know Dick doesn't speak Russian."
I ignore him, reciting chapter after chapter in my head.
He laughs, "I know Superman is Clark Kent genius, I mean Dick knew that."
I hadn't considered that, Dick cracked? A small chill of worry slips up my spine but I lock it down, not now.
"I'm not giving you the ring."
He does Dick's impersonation of me, "I'm not giving you the ring!" he laughs, "Bruce when were done you're going to give me anything I want."
"I warn you, even drudged my mind has defenses, if you end up destroying my psyche you'll get nothing and unleash something..."
"Boring, I know about Zur-En-Arrh too, if I destroy your mind you have a more savage backup personality locked away and it doesn't know the code to a damn thing. Are you getting it yet? I know everything Dick knows."
Now I start to worry, Zur is one of my last stage defenses, Dick would never give that up if he could. What has this monster done to him?
"Done?" he laughs and I realize he is still reading my mind, "I freed poor Dick Grayson from the shackles you put him in years ago. All repressed and trying to please you, he was a ball of nervous energy...I just showed him a better way."
"What did you do to him?" I growl.
He steps to the left, "Gave him what you never could, passion."
My eyes almost fall out when I see it. Dick and Jason naked, Dick on his back as Jason holds his long legs apart as he thrusts into him. The moans Dick makes...the smile on Jason's face...
I look away quickly, but the image is seared onto my brain.
"Why look away Bruce? Don't you want to see him happy?"
"Ivy pollen..." I say, trying to figure a way out of this.
"Oh sure a little, but here's the thing no one talks about. Ivy's pheromones can fuck up a man pretty hard...but it can't make him want something he doesn't want. All she is doing is inducing a higher, chemical form of hypnosis, meaning if I give it to Jason over there and he ends up fucking his brother..."
"Stop it."
He stops talking and smiles.
I now know he has Tim as well, that explanation of Ivy was word from word Tim's casebook on our enemies.
"I do," he confirms, "Opened his eyes too."
He points to the other side of the room and I look...
Conner sits on the floor as Tim rides him, the lines of his muscles moving as he impales himself on Conner's cock...his head thrown back as he cries for the boy to fuck him harder. The look of intensity on Conner's face as he pleasures Tim...
I look away again, good god he has them all.
"I do," he says leaning on the table I'm strapped to, "But we aren't here to talk about them, we're here to talk about you."
"You're a monster Jones, when I get out of here..."
"You'll thank me I bet," he cuts me off, "So let's get to it shall we?"
He climbs up on the table and I steel myself.
He straddled my chest, he's still dressed in Nightwing's uniform, if he plans on raping me fully clothed...
He smiles, "No one is raping anyone here, I assure you they are all under their own will. Just like you are right now."
"They would never do this..."
He leans down and places his hands on my head, "Here's a little secret Bruce, everyone will do anything given the chance...let me prove it to you."
His hands glow and I feel him drain me, my thoughts become muddled as the energy is sucked out of my body and I feel him slip into my mind. Not far, but far enough to speak to my mind instead of using his voice. I stop him from going further, but he surprises me by not trying.
"Let's take a walk shall we? I guess we gotta start at the beginning..."
There are a flash of images, my old room as a child, Tommy Elliot's voice under the covers, laughing, touching...
"Children at that age often experiment," I reason as I watch the two boys move under the sheets.
"Oh sure," Parasite says next to me in my memory, "But you did it...and liked it."
I look at him and he winks before we are rushed away again.
Teenage me, during my years of training, we are in Korea, I am 15 and being trained by Master Kirigi along side the man who would become Ghost Maker, now just a teenager like me. We are trained incessantly every day, strengthening our bodies and minds to become the pinnacle of human perfection.
We sleep on the ground, a mat as a mattress and our clothes as blankets. In the winter we are forced to sleep together for warmth. It is one of those nights were we had both excelled in our lessons and couldn't sleep. We talked into the night about our plans of what we would do with our training...he comments about my form, a hand tracing over my pec.
"Don't," I said, taking his hand.
"Why?" he asks leaning in, "It's just Bruce, and we're both too cold to sleep..."
He kisses me and I let him...my eyes closing...
"It was a moment of weakness," I snap, shattering the memory as he climbs on top of my teenage form.
"Weakness..." Parasite comments, "At least he has the decency to admit his desires..."
Before I can answer we're gone again...
I instantly know where I am and turn to Parasite, "Not here!"
He smiles and hands me a phantom box of popcorn, "Don't worry, we'll leave before the main event."
The announcer introduces the Flying Graysons and I feel my stomach turn. I see Dick's parents climb up the rope ladder, Dick right behind them. They stand and wave to the crowd before starting...the boy has incredible form, I note from the stands.
"Incredible form?" Parasite asks, "Really?"
"I was referring to his skill, not lusting after him."
"Were you? I mean you travel the world, train to become the peak of physical perfection, that's what you value, that's what you deem worthy. And you look up and admire the same in him...how is that different?"
"It's completely different..." I stammer, my head is spinning as his words hit home. I did spend the first part of my life only valuing the physical form, trying to become the best. I knew it was for my crusade but I did enjoy the way I looked, I knew what I looked like...isn't that self love? Wasn't that an attraction?
"Uh-oh, they're about to do the triple, let's head out..." he says and the big top fades and reforms as the cave.
Dick is going on about something excitedly, he must be sixteen here, four years into your partnership. I don't recall the exact night, there were many like it. But as he explains how he fought I notice how well the uniform fits him, in a few years he won't be able to wear that, even now it was a bit much. He was too built for those tight briefs and it looked like it was more than muscle...I should look into a new uniform...
"No," I said turning to Parasite, "I wasn't..."
"You were and you know it!" he calls back, "Look at him, he is in the prime! He has spend years turning into one of the best looking creatures on earth, even you can see that. I mean you had to, you put him in green panties for fuck's sake!"
"It was his idea..." I say, knowing that I could have talked him out of it at any time.
"I mean look at that ass!" he says, standing behind Dick, "You never did get that new uniform did you? No, it took till Jason for you to give him pants eventually. Why is that Bruce? Is it because Dick filled them out so well?"
"Stop," I say closing my eyes, wondering why I never did change the uniform...
"Still not convinced? How about this?"
"How do I look?" Jason asks, in his new Robin outfit. He is 12 here just as Dick had been. He stand there, arms out, huge smile...and I only have one thought.
It looked better on Dick.
I don't say it, I smile back and encourage him, but I think it.
"Dick looked better?" Parasite says next to me, "Hmmm...why is that Bruce? What makes it better?"
"I wasn't talking about that..."
"You sure? How about..."
"Meet the new Robin!"
Tim stands there in his uniform, fist clenched, looking at ease in the role...
And I think, "That's more like it."
"Wow, what's that about?"
I turn away, "Stop, you're twisting my words."
"Nope, I am just making you hear them for the first time, I mean come on Bruce! You have a fucking type!"
"Shut up!" I turn and growl at him.
He stares at me as Tim, "It's true Bruce," he shifts to Jason, "We are all the same person," then to Dick, "Just in different bodies," he shifts to Ghost Maker, "Different names," then to Tommy, "But all the same desire..."
And he shifts to my father, one of the youngest memories I have of him. Larger than life, he is shirtless at the pool, I am maybe three, but I see him climb out of the water and I am in awe. The hair on his chest, the muscles, it is overwhelming and I see what a real man looks like for the first time in my life...
He turns and looks at me, "It's ok Bruce...everyone has these feelings..." he walks towards me, not the memory, "Freud said it was only towards parents of the opposite sex...but that's not true is it?"
I am awestruck as he gets closer.
"At one point or another...we all dream of it..."
He leans in and kisses me and I can't stop him...a moan escapes my throat as I kiss him back. The desire is savage, it comes from deep inside me as I hold on to him, his tongue deep in my mouth...
I wake up and Parasite is still straddling my chest as Dick...but for the first time I see it. Dick looks like my father at that age, he looks like me...so beautiful, a moment frozen in time on his face...
"We all have those thoughts Bruce..." he says leaning down, Dick's face right on top of mine, "Few are brave enough to act on them."
He goes to press his lips against mine and I turn my head, "You aren't Dick," I say, my voice quivering with concentration. I see what he's done, he has gone into my subconscious and exposed the latent homosexual tendencies that were deeply buried. Not enough to ever act upon, but there were there. And making me acknowledge them gave the Ivy pheromones something to take root with...oh god...
"Oh? Is that it?" he says getting off me, "Jason, get off your brother and send him over here."
I hear both Dick and Jason moan in disappointment as Jason unsheathes his cock out of Dick's tight ass...I had never seen Jason naked as an adult, he has grown into that frame and he is well endowed. I can see every line of his body covered in sweat...
I close my eyes, trying to focus...
"Dick, Bruce was asking for you," Parasite says.
I look up and it is Dick, actual Dick. His hair is matted with sweat, his face flush, I can see his eyes are dilated as if he was high, he was in a state of absolute bliss, "Hey Bruce," he said, climbing up on the table.
"Dick, Dick..." I say, looking at the cleft in his pecs, his body is perfect...just like mine was at that age, like my fathers...NO! I have to stay firm...
"I'm here," he says, climbing on top of my body, "I'm always here Bruce, you know that."
"You have to free me, get us help...we can't..." his skin is warm against mine, the feel of our smooth skin rubbing up against each other is erotic as anything I had ever felt. His cock is hard and rubs up against my hardening tool and I realize my body is reacting even if I am resisting it.
He nods as he grinds up against me, "I can help...I can help..." he says, his long cock brings mine to attention. I close my eyes as we rub our hard members together, it is transcendent, my boy has such a huge cock...like me...just like me...
"Bruce," he asks over me and I open my eyes.
"I love you," he says, and it is an absolute truth, he does love me.
And I love him of course, I mean I've always loved him...but not..I mean not...right?
Right?
"I love you too Dick," I admit and he leans down, his lips pressing mine.
"Prove it," he whispers into my mouth and I kiss him, wishing my hands were free so I could bring his head down on mine and claim his mouth as my own. Instead he takes charge, moaning as we kiss for the first time, decades of unexpressed affection channeled into our newfound sexual awakening. Even as we kissed I knew this wasn't real, it was a byproduct of Ivy's pollen and Parasite's telepathy but I didn't care. All I knew was my boy was here and I loved him so much...so very much.
I tried to fight it, I did, but the sensations of his hard body moving against mine, it was like no woman I had ever been with. Everything was different, his smell, his taste, there was nothing that didn't remind me that this wasn't a man, and yet because it was Dick is was ok.
"I want you..." he says breaking the kiss.
I nod, I want that very much as well.
"Give him what he wants so we can untie you."
And just like that I close it down.
"No Dick, we aren't betraying Clark."
Dick sighs and pouts like he is 12 again, "But Bruce...don't you want this?" He rubs against me and I feel my body shiver in response, but I hold fast.
"No Dick, never."
Dick looks truly heartbroken and then climbs off of me, his hard cock bobbing agonist his perfect 8 pack.
"No?' Parasite asks, "Who's on deck?"
Jason walks up and he has an evil grin on his face, "Hey Bruce."
"Jason," I plead, "This isn't real..snap out of it."
"Oh it's plenty real," he says climbing up on the table, "And nothing to snap out of...I just realize how much I've wanted this...how badly we both need this."
He goes between my legs and I look down trying to see him, "Jason, no, stop!"
I feel the table move, it has sections that are moving my legs apart while lowering my torso...exposing my...
I feel Jason's tongue enter me and I can't stop the moan,
"Ooooohhh....." I let out as I fell this thick tongue enter me, touching me where no man ever has. I was aware the anus could be used as an erogenous zone but I had never....damn...never thought...oh god...
He spreads the muscles of my ass apart and tongues me even deeper, I am twisting under his ministrations even as I try to fight the desire to give in. I know Ivy's pollen makes all sexual ac...oh my fucking god!
"Unnn...." I grunt as I feel him spark parts of me that has never felt a man's touch. It is the moist erotic sensation I had ever felt, was this what Selina felt when I went down on her? Was this the ecstasy I brought her with just a tongue...
"Jason, please..." I hear myself whine as he opened me up even more, "Please stop..."
But he doesn't, if anything my protest urge him on and he digs deeper into me. I know I shouldn't be but I am proud of his technique, he can certainly give a class in graduate level in cunnilingus.
"What was that?" Parasite asked, seemingly coming out of nowhere, "What did you just think?"
My mind was ablaze with pleasure as I struggled to resist Jason's tongue, his words made no sense.
"What is the definition of cunnilingus?"
My mind supplied the definition instantly, stimulation of the female genitals using the tongue or lips.
"Is that what you have Bruce? Do you have female genitals? Do you? Do you have a pussy Bruce? Is Jason eating your Batpussy out?"
The words were like a brand on my brain, him just suggesting it out loud made me consider it and with the pollen...
"You like that Bruce?' Dick asked, his mouth against my ear, "You like Jason eating your Batpussy out?"
"Nooo...." my head thrashed from side to side as I tried to hold on, but between Jason's tongue and Dick's words I was losing grip.
"Just say it Bruce, just tell Jason to play with your Batpussy...let go...let go..." Dick's tongue rolled around my ear and with yet another erogenous zone stimulated I felt myself lose more ground...
Jason was spread my legs wide, diving into me, that tongue twisting and turning and tickling...
"Say it Bruce...admit what it is..."
Sweat was falling from my forehead as I bit my bottom lip...
"Let...go..."
Jason is inches in me and begins to hum, the vibrations shoot up hole and I feel my resolve crack...
"YES! FUCK YES!!" I scream, horrified by reaction.
"You like it Bruce? It feel good?" Dick asks eagerly.
"Oh Jason...please...son....oh god...."
He is humming harder as he licks...
"What is it Bruce? Say it...say it..."
Jason comes up and I can see his devil may care grin between my legs, his face is wet with spit and sweat and we lock eyes, "Come on Bruce...say it..."
I feel his finger enter my abused hole and I gasp as I try to force it out but find I have no strength. His finger slowly crawls up the length and his smile gets wider, "Come on Bruce...sing for us..."
I close my eyes and try to calm my breathing...when his finger brushes my prostate and an electrical shock moves through my groin. My brain is flooded with endorphins as I feel the stimulation starts to blend with Ivy's drugs...
"Say it Bruce," Dick whispers as Jason crooks his finger upwards...
"Play with my pussy! Fuck Jason do it...harder...more..."
Jason chuckles, "What kind of pussy is it Bruce?"
His finger won't stop stimulating my prostate and I feel my sanity start to evaporate...
"My Batpussy, please...oh fuck harder..."
I have to remind myself this isn't me, this is the drugs and the telepathy and....oh my god that finger...
"You want more Bruce?" Jason asks, still tickling my pussy as he fists his cock, "You want so much more?"
I don't want to be fucked but his finger...I want to feel more...I try to fight but nod...desperate to cum...
"Then give him the code so we can all be together...."
It's tempting...but I can't...I can't...
"N-no...never..."
Jason spears me harder and my body jerks, "Fucking tell him Bruce! Be with us!"
I am spasming with each jab but I refuse, when Parasite sees my resolve he walks over and pulls Jason's hand out, "It's ok, take a break. Go fuck Dick or something."
Dick looks at Jason and they smile and run off, no doubt to keep fucking.
"I gotta hand it to you boss," Parasite remarks, "You got a hell of a will...guess we're moving on..." He stand up and yells, "NEXT!"
I can't look, because I know it is Tim walking towards me. The table is put back and I am on my back again, lying prone.
He climbed up on the table and I could see the naked lust on his face instantly. He was flushed, sweaty and there was a predatory gleam in his eyes I hadn't seen before.
"Tim..." I began to say with a shaking voice.
"You know I never let myself be attracted to you," he said casually, as if we were continuing a conversation, "I was so consumed in trying to earn your trust and respect, I never once let myself feel it."
"Tim this isn't you, please..."
"See that's where you're wrong Bruce, this is exactly me, this is the me I was always terrified to be in public."
"No Tim, I know you, this is just him playing with your mind."
He climbed up on one of my legs and looked down at my prone body, "I worked so hard for your approval, never letting myself even enjoy it."
"Tim..."
He looked down at my swollen cock and shook his head, "I'd heard about it, I mean who hasn't? Bruce Wayne's cock is legendary, makes Clooney look like a preschooler. But I mean seeing it here, in person..."
He reached out and took a hold of it and I gasped as I felt his fingers grip it, not able to fully encircle it, the drugs were doing it again, making even the smallest pleasure an explosion in my brain...I couldn't help it. I was biting my lip again to keep from moaning as he slowly moved his hand my my length.
"I trained so hard to be one of your boys, like Dick and Jason, who were just trying to be you..." he got closer and I closed my eyes, dreading what was coming next, "But none of us are even close are we?"
His tongue licked the tip and I felt my hips rise up, desperate to push my cock into his mouth. I was horrified at how badly I wanted it but still felt desperation for him to do it. He slowly licked around my head, making me shiver as I begged him to stop.
"Please Tim...don't do this...please..."
"Why?" he asks between licks, slurping up my precum like it's candy, "We both want this."
"I don't! I don't...oh god..." I say as he covers me with his mouth, engulfing my head in a moist, warmness that is like heaven. My head falls back to the table as I feel my toes curl as I struggle to hold on to my sanity.
He moans around my cock as he worked me over and I realize I might have been wrong about Tim. I had assumed he was a logical creature, a being of math and decimal points...but as he begins to work my cock over I realize there was a passionate boy under all that thinking. In my day I had many women give me incredible blow jobs, mouths that could bring the strongest men to their knees...but all of them could have taken a lesson from Tim.
He covered my entire shaft in his spit, working the thick vein that ran up the center, one of his hands moving my balls around deftly, making whimpers of ecstasy emanate from my mouth unbidden. The other hand slowly jerked the bottom half of my dick while he sucked my tip. He was firm yet teasing, playful yet insistent, everything you want from a tongue on your dick. I was becoming weak, if my hands were free I would have forced him down onto it, regardless of how horrible the situation. I needed to cum, I could feel it now, it had been building since Dick and was reaching a fever pitch.
"Am I good enough Bruce?" he asked, locking eyes with me as he took a long lick down my shaft, "Do you like this?"
I nodded, not trusting myself not to scream out god yes.
"Watch this..." he said, moving over my head and then going further. I watched in amazement as I saw him take the top of my cock and keep going. He took four, six, then eight inches and kept going. I felt the back of his throat and let out a groan despite myself. My head pushed past his mouth as he began to deep throat me. No one had taken my whole length, I was so turned on and so proud...and so ashamed of myself for liking this. If I was free I would have chocked him with my cock, I would have shoved myself down his throat and made him gag...the want, the need...
"Tim..." whimper, feeling myself creep up on the edge.
He comes off, the feeling of his mouth leaving my cock made me moan in disappointment, "You close? You gonna shoot?"
I nod, "Please Tim...keep going..."
I felt the shame creep ion my cheeks as I begged him, but I understood now what the pheromones had done. I was undone by my own body, I was so turned on, so excited by all this I was sexually stimulated, normally I could control that but the pleasure was so ramped up by everything the need to cum had become an imperative. I was insane for it, I could feel the need just churning in my balls, screaming for release...needing just a little more...
"Give him the code Bruce," Tim said, "Just give it to him and let's do this right."
God I wanted to...I could feel my defenses crack...but I couldn't I couldn't do it...
"No...please Tim...just finish me please."
"I said you would fail," a voice came from behind him and I felt my body freeze, oh god please...no not this...not him.
Tim shrugged, "He was right."
He climbed off the table and talked away, I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what was waiting for me.
"Hello father."
"Not you, please tell me he didn't get you too."
I open and see Damian climbing up to the table, nude.
"Get me?" he asked, moving onto my chest, "No one has gotten me."
"Don't do this, it's a waste of time...I won't give him the code, no matter what. You're wasting your time."
"I don't want you to," he said, straddling my waist, my cock sliding through his ass cheeks, "I don't want to you to give him anything."
"Then what are you doing?" I asked, trying not to focus on the sensations I was feeling.
"I want to give you want you want...release..." he began to move up and down my length, the shaft of my cock wedged between his cheeks, stroking me slowly, "Don't you want that father?"
"Not like this, not you...please Damian..." I cried, trying my best not to catalogue the specifics feelings...his skin was soft like a woman's but firm...and hard...
"By why? Why them and not me? Don't you love me?" he asked, emotion leaking into his voice.
"Oh course but...ohhh..." I gasped, as he against me harder, "No...no...."
His hands moved over my chest, his fingers twisting my nipples, my hips bucked in response, moving me through his cheeks like a bull.
"Please...please father..." he pleaded as he kept pinching my nipples lightly.
His mother did this, and it drove me as crazy then as it did now...I was mortified my own son was bringing me this much pleasure but my body didn't care. He sped up his thrusts, Tim's spit lubing my cock as he ground back against me...
"No..no...Damian...stop..."
"But father...I want it...you want it...please..." he stopped grinding and our eyes met, "Please father...let me please you..."
He moved up slightly and I tried to find the words to stop him, when I felt his tiny, little hole press against my head.
"NO!" I roar, "DAMIAN NO! DON'T...DON'T!!!"
He ignored me and presses back, his face contorts as he forces the head of his father's cock into him, the oversized head into him. "Unnghhhh." he strained...in obvious pain.
"Please stop Damian...please..." I begged.
At first it seemed impossible, there was no physical way it was going to fit...I could see the determination on his face and even as I felt my soul burn, I was proud to seem him try so hard...
And then something moved, spit, sweat, force...something moved and we both gasped out loud.
"OH!" Damian cried out as my head pushed into him.
My body shook as I felt the velvet vice of my son's ass grip my cockhead. I cried to myself so stop, to do something...but it felt so amazing...it was like the tightest cunt I had ever touched...the fact I was thinking of my son's ass as a cunt made me sob inside as my cock throbbed, wanting more.
Damian was breathing heavy, "God...oh god.." he panted, "You are so big...so big..."
I want to say stop, I want to say pull off of me, I want to say a million things...
Instead I say, "You're do so well...so good Damian..."
He looks up and smiles, as he pushed back again.
"OH FUCK!" I scream as I feel his ass clench my cock, encasing it in the tightest thing I had ever felt,. It was almost painful it was so tight, but it was so soft and warm and enticing...
"Warm...warm cunt..." I mumble, my thoughts spilling over.
"Do you like my cunt? Is that it? You like my...unnn...cunt?"
He asks, pushing even more into me, I nod, about to scream out in a delirium. This is too much, to perfect...I want to stop, need to...oh god...my boy has a pussy...a tight fucking pussy...
"I do father, I do, I have a Batpussy too...fuck my pussy.." he says.
I am in shock, I said that out loud? Oh god he heard me...I want to apologize, to take it back but the raw lust on his face I know mirrors mine...and I can see young me fucking himself on his father's cock. I see myself fucking myself on my daddy's cock...I am...I am...
This is what I have been chasing, this moment, this second...oh my god...Parasite had been right.
I had lusted my father, on the smallest level, for a sixth of a second the thought had burrowed in my subconscious, and after he had been taken from me...I became the daddy...looking for me, looking for my boy...Dick, Jason, Tim...oh god this is what I wanted. I wanted to fuck my son as I had never been fucked. Oh...ohhh....
He bottomed out and we were both covered sweat, "I did it father, I took you all..."
I nodded, marveling at how much he looked like young me, how I had never seen it before. All of them, were just younger versions of me, I had been chasing myself...this whole time...I just wanted to love them...
"Fuck me father?" he asked, slowly pulling himself up my length.
"Oh Damian!"I scream, feeling his pussy walls grip my cock like it was made for it...was it, was this what I made him for? Was...
I was losing my mind to lust...and I didn't care.
He pushes back and I forget my train of thought, enjoying watching my son work himself on my cock like the little whore I want him to be. I watch the muscles in his body strain as he forces all of my cock back into his tiny little ass, bringing me so much pleasure...all the pleasure...oh god...
"Faster father?" he asks, pulling himself up again and then slamming back into me, making both of us grunt. "Harder?" and does it again.
My eyes roll back as I feel him ride my cock like a pro, taking every inch of me like he had been doing it forever. He is almost coming off me now, slamming all ten inches into him, I can see his body contort with each impact...it is so beautiful, erotic...he is radiant.
"Fuck me father? Will you fuck me?" he asks in desperation.
I nod, sweat flying off my face.
He reaches over and opens my bonds and frees me.
My hands go to his slim waist and slam him down on my cock. His eyes fly open as he feels the force of me thrusting into him. His own cock is rock hard and I am so proud to see he has inherited that from me as well. As I rise him up and down like a rag doll on my dick I watch his cock slap against his hard abs, his perfect little body, years spend in training, to be perfect, to be my slut.
"Father!" he cries out, his arms grabbing my shoulders as he holds on tight.
"Right Damian? You gonna be my slut? You gonna be my little pussyboy?"
"YES FATHER! YES!" he cries as he pushes back onto me. His back arches as he takes my cock proudly, no pain, no discomfort, like the warrior I had wanted. "FUCK ME! TAKE ME!"
My legs are now free and I push him back onto the table, slamming his back down. His legs are spread wide as I push into him, fucking him as I did his mother, on her back begging for more. His head is thrown back as I fuck him, his smaller body shaking as he feels his father's cock violate him over and over...both of us no longer caring about anything but each other.
"You're my whore," I rage, watching him take me, "You belong to me, only me..."
"You father...oh god you...please..."
"You will obey me, you will do as I say..." I slam his abused hole harder to make my point.
"I'll be a good boy...please father...please..."
he is so beautiful like this, laid back, legs spread, body on display as he smears precum over his perfect little body...he is pushing back, meeting my thrusts, we are close, so close...
"Breed me father...I want your load...give it to me as you did mother..."
The fact that he came from my cock, and I was giving him that same cock, it disgusted me as it drove me over the edge. I could feel my psyche shred, I was never going to be the same, something had been unleashed, I wanted this, loved this...I wanted my boys...they needed me...
We would all be happy after this.
"Fucking whore..."I rage as I thrust harder and harder, "Slut like your mother...take my fucking load..."
"Do it father...use me..." he cries as I see his cock start to swell...
I shoot into him and I feel my brain explode. It is everything, the only thing, I have no name, no allegiance, I am simply a cock that is cumming and nothing more. An animal mating, spreading its seed...it is liberating, it is releasing...it is my world.
I feel a sensation and I am more than cumming...I feel something being pulled out of me, I open my eyes in shock and see Parasite under me, taking my load, draining me...
"Thanks daddy," he says with a smile and I feel him absorb my essence.
I collapse on top of him, completely drained, powerless to move. He pushes me off of him and gets up, I can see he looks just like me out of the corner of my eye.
"So this is Batman's mind? Wow...that's...impressive."
"Cum..." I slur and he smiles.
"That's right Bruce, protein absorption is so much more efficient. Superboy taught me that, and I am about to teach it to Superman."
"No..." I try to say but don't have the effort.
"Oh you're going to stop me? Doubtful," he turns, "Hey boys, daddy's free to play with."
I see Dick, Jason and Tim walk towards me, a hungry look on their face.
"Here's the best part," he says, pointing to my left, where I see Damian tied up, naked in a chair, "He just saw the whole thing...and you're gonna be the one to bring him around."
I could see the fear in Damian's eyes as he looked at me...and then I see the hard cock in his lap...dripping...
I lick my lips before I can stop myself...
"Have fun..." he said and walked off, as I feel Jason's hand touch me.
Parasite
I walk over to the vault, rattle off the code, let it scan me and walk in. I know exactly where the ring is, cause Bruce did. I pull it out and look at it, marveling at what this little baby is gonna get me. See I have gone round and round with Supers before...
But I never drank his cum and then fucked him after...and this ring was gonna make sure I did.
TO BE CONCLUDED....