Bait for a Bat?
TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson quirked his eyebrows, “Nightwing in league with the Joker? Willing to become bait…a slut? This is crazy, Stan.”
The Coach smiled, “Well, it’s all true. Let me explain what happened next.”
Gotham City Hall
Batman paced back and forth in Commissioner Gordon’s office. Gordon sat at his desk staring at his computer monitor. A ping indicated a new email had arrived.
Hearing the notification the Caped Crusader moved quickly behind the Commissioner. He asked, “Is that from Nightwing? He’s been missing for two days.”
“No,” Gordon said, “It’s actually from…the Joker.”
“The Joker?” Batman said in shocked tone.
“Let me hit the link he sent.”
As he did, both men watched the computer screen…
The camera showed the floor of an old warehouse building. Spotlights from two sides of the floor were trained on a squirming male figure. Ropes surrounded his wrists and pulled his arms upwards in a “V” shape where the ropes were tied to exposed metal beams. The man’s legs were spread apart and ropes surrounded his ankles, which were tied loosely to rings in the floor.
The camera slowly zoomed in on the bound muscle hunk. Batman immediately recognized the dark blue Spandex bodysuit with light blue highlighting around the man’s calves. The top part of the suit, however, had been ripped open exposing the man’s smooth and very pale, almost translucent sculpted chest. There was a black treasure trail below his belly button extending downward to his waistband.
The muscle hunk’s cropped black pit hair peeked out from what remained of the body suit surrounding his arms. A metal chain from clamps attached to his large pink nipples drooped below his 49” pecs. The Superhero's head hung downward, and his long black hair covered much of his face.
The Caped Crusader gasped, “That’s…. That’s Robin…I mean Nightwing.”
Gordon nodded grimly.
Suddenly, loud laughing sounds were heard, and the Joker—with his purple suit and hat, white face and red lips and malevolent grin—appeared from the side of the room. He walked up to the camera, blocking the men’s view of Nightwing. “Now that I’ve got your attention, Batman and Commissioner Gordon, I thought you’d like to have living proof that your precious stud Nightwing is alive and kicking!” He cackled as Batman and Gordon grimaced.
“Jonny!” the Joker exclaimed, stepping a bit to the side so that Nightwing’s bound body re-appeared. The albino goon Frost stepped into view, holding a leather parachute spreader and a 15-pound dumbbell. The Joker pulled a folding knife from his coat pocket and the two men moved next to Nightwing.
“I always think,” the Joker began, “You sometimes gotta rip up the place before putting things back in order.” He opened the knife, grabbed the front of Nightwing’s bulge, pulled the stretchy fabric forward and sliced through it.
“Oh my,” the Clown Prince observed, “It looks like your crime fighting partner is going Commando! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
The Joker’s left hand reached inside the ripped pouch and emerged with both Nightwing’s cock and balls in his grip. “Nnnnggghhhhh!” grunted the Young Superhero as the Joker twisted his nuts to bring them fully into view. Nightwing’s cock was thick and cut with a large mushroom head. It appeared to be semi-hard. His big balls were hairless. The camera zoomed in more closely to show that Nightwing’s equipment hung just below trimmed black pubes.
The Clown Prince released his grip on Nightwing’s balls and motioned for Frost to take over. The goon attached the leather parachute spreader to Nightwing’s balls then attached the 15-pound dumbbell to the metal chains hanging below the spreader.“ Aaaagggghhhhhh!!!” groaned the Young Superhero.
His balls were dragged downward by the weight of the dumbbell. His cock though twitched and began to rise upward. It was a good 10” long. Frost bent forward, stuck out his tongue and licked the cock’s helmet. He smacked his lips, “Nice pre-cum, boss. The whore loves this!”
“Fetch me the milk pail!” the Joker ordered, and Frost disappeared from camera view. He quickly returned with a metal pail that the Clown Prince positioned underneath Nightwing’s fully erect cock.
From another pocket of his purple coat, the Joker extracted a bottle of lube and squirted some into his right hand. He then wrapped his hand around the base of Nightwing’s girthy member and began sliding it up and down the shaft, making sure to tug a bit at the mushroom head that crowned the tool.
Batman was horrified but felt his own cock beginning to stiffen inside his dark gray Kevlar suit. Deep down, he felt like Nightwing might almost deserve this humiliation. It might even make him decide to resume his persona as Robin.
Gordon was spellbound watching the Joker as he milked the Young Superhero’s cock. He couldn’t avert his eyes from the emasculation underway.
“Now, Jonny,” the Joker said, “Let’s show Nightwing the little surprise you have in store for him!”
Frost chortled, “Yes, boss.” He pulled out his own folding knife and moved behind the bound Superhero. He sliced through the fabric of the bodysuit covering Nightwing’s ass crack and pulled the suit open to expose massive smooth butt cheeks. Nightwing didn’t scrimp when it came to squats.
Jonny disappeared from view for a moment before returning. In his hands, he held the Young Superhero’s two blue batons. They were covered in Vasaline. Jonny hit the buttons on each stick to start them vibrating and pulsing with electrical shocks. Buuuzzz! Pop! Crack!
He took the first baton and slid it into the crime fighter’s crack, found his pucker and drove home the stick. “NNNGGGHHHH!!!” grunted the squirming Nightwing. Buuuzzz! Pop! Crack!
“HAHAHA!!!” the sinister Clown Prince cackled as Frost thrust the baton in and out of Nightwing’s chute. The Joker continued to stroke the Young Superhero’s fully erect cock. Pre-cum strands began stretching downward onto the leather parachute and then the dumbbell.
Frost then took the second baton and shoved it into the Superhero’s crack. He slowly lined up the stick with the other baton and pushed it into Nightwing’s widened hole, causing the crime fighter to squirm and tremble even more.
Buuuzzz! Pop! Crack! “OH! OH! OH!” the youthful muscle stud exclaimed as he was double penetrated by his own weapons. His grunts and moans grew louder. He tried to resist cumming but the Joker’s stroking and the batons were almost too much for him.
The Clown Prince grinned widely and said, “Now Batman, here’s how this is gonna go down. Your Pretty Boi aka the Joker’s Bitch is mine to keep and milk—not to mention face and ass fuck…unless you spring Bane and bring him to me. Then, you’ll have your chance to win NightBitch’s freedom by defeating Bane in a wrestling match, here in my humble abode—my warehouse.”
The Dark Knight looked at Commissioner Gordon. He didn’t have to ask if Bane could be released but the question was painted across the Caped Crusader’s face. Gordon reluctantly nodded yes. He was confident Batman would defeat Bane and return with 25-year old Nightwing before he was further defiled.
“I’ll know you’ve accepted my terms, Batman, if you shine your Bat spotlight on Gotham City Hall tonight. Then you’ll receive a message regarding the whereabouts of my warehouse. One word of warning. Don’t bring anyone with you. It must be Bane and you alone. Otherwise, I shall have to kill your little Nightwing!”
The Young Superhero’s bound body began to shudder in the ropes. His hips bucked forward, fucking into the Joker’s hand. Buuuzzz! Pop! Crack! “OH…OH…OH…OHHHHH!” he shouted as a massive cum load shot from his slit.
With the Clown Prince laughing, Nightwing blasted five white ropes into the air. They fell into the metal bucket on the floor. Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop!
Nightwing finally came down from his release. The Joker let go of his dripping cock. Frost pulled out the slick batons. The Clown Prince then fisted Nightwing’s long black hair. He yanked his head up and back, exposing his masked, sex-hazed cerulean eyes and handsome face to the camera.
“Do you have anything to say to your dear Batman, Bitch”?
“Batman…. Batman, please help…help me!” Nightwing pleaded.
(To be continued.)
