Scent of a Hero Chapter 4: All Good Things... Evan Andrews 2023
This is a fan fiction.
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No matter how good his plan had been (and it had been good—all but flawless), Louie the Lilac, master perfumer and evil genius with a mission, knew that he only would have only a limited time to toy with his donor heroes.
"Oh, Batman," he said, stroking the brooding vigilante's posterior as it tensed and relaxed as he shot one of his last loads in the facility, "I'll so miss this sight. Not to mention the gallons of fluid you and your boy have donated to the cause. One more orgasm from you, though, and I fear that our time together will have to `cum' to an end."
Normally, Batman would have had something to say about so crude a pun, but right now he was far too wrapped up in the sensation of Robin tongue-fucking the bat hole. Fuck, his boy had gotten so good at all this ass eating excess... The Dark Knight almost came again, but right now was precum time again.
Louie continued, "I'm also sorry I can't leave you or the Boy Wonder with any memory of our time together, but, you know, why should I make things easy on you?"
The villain in purple turned to his henches and said, "One more load from our tall, dark, and brooding friend here, and then release them according to plan. You remember the plan, right?"
"Of course, boss," Ky said. "Dress them in their spare suits from the Batmobile; then give them a big dose of Sweet Oblivion and leave them parked in an alley. Did I forget anything?"
"Not a thing!" and while you're dropping off our sleeping beauties, have Jay tear down this lab and load it up. We don't want to leave anything that might point anyone to our new, official facilities."
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A good many hours later, the Dynamic Duo woke in their usual seats in the Batmobile.
Robin looked around trying to figure out where they were, but he was distracted when he noticed a sticky wet spot in his trunks (a final gift from the lay lily in his system), and the spot lay just about where the head of his erect cock would have reached. The (oddly familiar) scent of cum sealed it. The Boy Wonder had jizzed himself. He looked to Batman, and noticed that his partner had a similar stain in the fabric of his trunks.
"Batman," Robin started, "What..."
"I don't know, Robin," Batman said, touching the stain at his crotch." I don't know. What do you remember?"
"I remember we were getting ready to go stake out St. Vitus Cemetery. After that nothing-- until just now. You?"
"Same as you—the cemetery and nothing more."
"But I do recognize this place. We're in Bludhaven."
How they got there, though, was a mystery and likely to remain one.
"How long...?" Robin said.
They both glanced at the Batmobile's chronometer.
"A week?!" Robin exclaimed.
"So it seems, chum."
"But... What? How? Who? Did anyone miss us?"
Batman checked and saw that a dozen messages had been left, all from Alfred, loyal servant, and unofficial third member of the team. The heroes listened to the messages. It was clear Alfred was worried, but he had faith that whatever was going on, Batman had the matter well in hand. Happily, the few instances where Batman's presence had been required in Gotham, he (with the aid of a spare Bat-suit) and Batgirl had been able to cover so that nobody suspected anything was wrong.
"I suggest we not talk about it," Batman said.
Robin was shocked.
"Not even to Alfred? I mean, the stains...," he said pointing to his crotch.
They never kept secrets from Alfred, and Batman had always told him that a half-truth was next thing to a lie.
"No, not even to Alfred," Batman said, "What do we have to tell him, after all?"
Robin shook his head. It wasn't like his best buddy to cover up things, but what he said was right. What could they tell their loyal butler? Their minds were a perfect blank as far as the last week went, and this wouldn't be the first embarrassing stain Alfred would have to get out of their costumes.
"Okay," the Boy Wonder agreed, "Not a word."
Batman pressed the red button on the dashboard. The Batmobile roared to life, and the Caped Crusaders zoomed home to the Batcave.
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A month or so later found Bruce and Dick dressing up for one of the high-life benefit galas that were the bane of the billionaire playboy—not to mention their wards.
"Holy black tie," Dick complained, "Can you work this thing for me, Bruce. I'm all thumbs today."
Strange dreams had been troubling both Bruce's and Dick's sleep-- strange and highly sexual dreams in which both men were subjected to uncreative but perfectly adequate bondage. Oh, and to repeated milking of the Bat Family cum factories while they were both dolled up in bondage.
Bizarre. What could it mean?
"Master Bruce," Alfred said as he entered the shared dressing room, "You wanted me to remind you that you had received a gift of cologne from the city's new mystery perfumer. Will you wear it tonight?"
Bruce lifted the stopper of the bottle, and the cologne engulfed them all with a heady scent.
"Holy je ne sais quoi, Bruce," Dick said, "There's something about that scent. Something... compelling."
"There certainly is, Dick," Bruce said. "Leave it, Alfred. Master Dick and I will be proud to support Gotham's industry by wearing it this evening."
The evening was a success all around, of course. Bruce Wayne and his young ward were the beaux of the ball, always surrounded by a crowd of admirers. Some wanted them, some wanted to be them, but everybody had to be close to them. (The Caped Crusaders as well were drawn to stay close to one another.) They were used to being central figures in these events, but neither Bruce nor Dick at any time suspected that their roaring popularity was due to Louie the Lilac's special jizz-based cologne (with a hint of lay lily extract.) Nor did they lay their own roaring hormones to the same source.
Holy timber,' Dick thought at one point as he glanced at his mentor, Is Bruce sporting a hardon?'
It sure looked like it. The billionaire unconsciously adjusted his swollen package, and Dick had to retreat to a secluded corner to make sure he himself was not giving everyone a free show.
When they finally returned to stately Wayne Manor, well after midnight, the Dynamic Duo only just managed to stumble upstairs and into Bruce's smoking room. Shutting the door (and locking it) they gave in to the feelings that had been mounting all evening and fell into one another's arms. Their kiss was one for the record books.
"Holy Snow White, Bruce," Dick gasped when he came up for air. "Kiss me the fuck again!"
"Dammit, Dick, I don't know how I kept my hands off of you tonight. It was so hard."
"Yes, it was," Dick laughed as he groped his buddy's massive package, "And trust me, everybody noticed. Especially me. I've been carrying around a woodie myself most of the evening."
"Oh fuck, yeah, Dick," Bruce moaned, "Rub my cock. It feels so good."
Bruce reached for Dick's own inviting crotch, and the two kissed again. Bit by bit, their evening clothes fell by the wayside. Naked, they sank to the floor, where they fell into an intense sixty-nine session that, unrehearsed as it was, felt perfectly natural to them.
I love the taste of Bruce's precum,' Dick realized. I don't think I can get enough!'
Bruce, it seemed, returned the sentiments, but then he took their congress even further. After sucking Dick's 9 inches for a half hour, the playboy licked his way down Dick's meat, rolled his balls in his mouth, and, after tonguing across perineum, started eating out the young man's oddly familiar fuck-hole.
"Bruce!" Dick exclaimed. "Oh fuck! Eat that ass, you stud. Eat it!"
Bruce had no idea why licking his way around Dick's tight sphincter felt so right, but it did. When he was satisfied that Dick's hole was sufficiently loose, he rolled his ward over onto his stomach and stared at the luscious buns while he stroked his hard dick.
"Bruce," Dick said as the billionaire playboy climbed on top of him and prodded at his hole with rigid intent, "Do it. Take me! Please! I need your dick in my ass!"
Grinning, Bruce sank 10 rigid inches of manly fuck-meat into Dick's boy-cunt and proceeded to drill his ward's guts good.
"Fuck! Take my cock, Dick! Tighten that sweet boy-cunt!"
"Ugh! Hard fat cock! So much better than being eaten out!" Dick moaned. "Fuck my ass, Bruce! Fuck me!"
They fornicated like beavers for a half hour, and then Dick bucked Bruce off him.
Flipping over, the young acrobat said, "Now it's your turn, Bruce. Mount me and ride my 9 inches of man-wood!"
Laughing, Bruce straddled the young man and, parking his butt, proceeded to ride that young hard dick with a passion.
"Yeah, Bruce, fuck yourself on me!"
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Dick, you have no idea what your cock is doing to me!"
Fucked to within an inch of orgasm, the Dynamic Duo returned to the tried and true sixty-nine, and it was during this exercise that Dick's body stiffened.
"Bruce, oh damn, I'm gonna blow! Fuck!" Dick screamed as his cock started delivering a bumper crop of sperm (also thanks to Louie's special cologne.)
, Bruce replied, swallowing the young man's hot sauce. As Bruce gulped down the heady brew, he forced his own man-cock back into his ward's mouth and with a muffled roar hosed the young man's throat with specially matured ball-sauce.
The pals kept sucking, languidly, until both were sure there was not another drop of cum to be had, and then they fell back, side by side, on the carpeted floor.
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"Fuck, Bruce," Dick said as his fingers unconsciously intermeshed with Bruce's own, "What brought that on? I mean, I know the scandal sheets have said we were fuckbuddies for years, but now...?"
"Now...," Bruce said. "I don't know. What do you think?"
"I think that was one of the hottest things I ever did in my life," Dick said. "I don't regret it for a second, and I wouldn't mind it happening again, but I don't think we want to be the `next celebrity gay couple'."
"Duce?, do you think Or maybe they'd call us Brick?" Bruce smiled. "Yeah, I think we should good enough alone for now. But maybe someday..."
"Yeah someday...," Dick repeated. "And maybe we shouldn't tell Alfred about this either?"
Bruce's ward and sidekick smiled.
"Exactly," Bruce said, returning the smile. "Come on. Let's grab a shower. Alfred mentioned that our mystery perfumer also sent a tingling bodywash..."