The Final Betrayal
The Joker turned to Bane and his goon Johnny Frost, “Now string up the BatBitch!”
Bane and the Joker’s henchman each grabbed one of BatBitch’s arms and dragged his body over to where two ropes hung down from the ceiling. They yanked him upwards and tied his wrists into the ropes. The Dark Knight’s head hung downwards. His cock had become semi-hard but the slit was moist.
Frost disappeared into the darkness for a minute then reappeared with a leather parachute and 15-pound dumbbell. This parachute was a bit different from the one used on Nightwing. Inside the parachute were metal spikes.
Frost snapped the parachute around BatBitch’s low-hanging hairless balls. Almost immediately, the Dark Knight began stirring as the spikes bit into his nuts. The Joker cackled with delight as Johnny attached the dumbbell to the intertwined metal strands dangling downward from the parachute.
BatBitch felt the heavy tug on his balls and dull pain shot through his nerve-endings. Frost kicked the Dark Knight’s legs apart. He pulled ropes from his pockets and bound them around the Defeated Do-Gooder’s ankles. Johnny then tied the once Might Crime Fighter’s ankles to metal loops in the floor.
The Joker laughed, “Perfect! He’s nothing but a strung up slut!”
BatBitch looked up and said grimly, “You’ll never get away with this, Joker…Never!” The Clown Prince smirked, “Wanna bet, BatBitch? Hahahahaha!!!”
The Joker kicked off his dress shoes and tugged down his purple trousers. He pulled them off his legs. He then peeled off his green briefs revealing his semi-hard 9” uncut cock set against his bright ginger-colored pubes. He moved around and behind the Dark Knight. The Joker slid his hands through BatBitch’s arms. He clasped them behind the Defeated Do-Gooder’s neck in a FULL NELSON. His cock stiffened quickly and pressed into the once Might Crime Fighter’s ass crack.
“I have waited for this moment forever!” the Clown Prince crowed.
As he watched the scene unfold, Nightwing’s own cock stirred yet again. But he also began to feel a hint of remorse. He had helped the Joker lure Batman to this warehouse where he, Bane and the Clown Prince had humiliated the Dark Knight. Could he just stand by and let the Joker fuck his adoptive father?
Suddenly, he yelled at the Joker, “WAIT, WAIT!!! We’ve done enough. We taught him his lesson. There’s no need to fuck Batman again!”
“Too late, Birdy Boy!” laughed the Joker, and PLUNGED all nine inches of his hard cock into BatBitch’s hole. “OOOHHHH….OHHHHHHHH!” the Dark Knight grunted and his legs buckled, which caused more pain to his balls.
Nightwing shot forward towards Batman, but a massive hairy forearm surrounded his throat from behind. “Where do you think you’re going?” said a deep gruff voice. It added, “You thought you would just waltz out of here? You’re a naive slut and now it’s my time for fun with NightBitch!”
The Young Superhero felt Bane’s hard cock press against his ass before the Brawny Brawler shoved him onto his knees. Bane moved right behind Nightwing—grabbing his hips and sliding his 12” monster cock into his crack.
The Joker settled into a rhythm, thrusting his hips forward and back as he held BatBitch in his Full Nelson. The Dark Knight groaned and grunted as his hole was taken again, this time by his worst enemy, the Clown Prince of Crime.
Bane hissed, “Take my Alpha cock up your Birdy Boy ass!” Nightwing felt his hole being stretched wide open as the Brawny Brawler’s huge cock invaded his outer and inner rings and moved deep inside his bowels. The Hairy Hulk did not give Nightwing time to adjust to the girthy member. Grunting, he started RAMMING his massive pipe into the Young Superhero over and over. WHAP! “OHHH!” WHAP! “OHHH!” WHAP! “OHHH!” WHAP! “OHHH!”
The warehouse filled with primal grunts and sounds of balls slapping into big round ass cheeks as the Joker and Bane owned the two Defeated Superheroes and turned them both into Bitches.
Johnny Frost watched his bosses and pulled his own 8” albino cock from his trousers and began to jerk off.
The Joker laughed into BatSlut’s ear as he railed the once Mighty Crime Fighter, “You’re hole is mine, all mine, BatBitch. Tell me who I am and what you really are!”
“OOOHHHH!” moaned the naked Caped Crusader, “You’re…. You’re my Alpha and I’m your BatBitch!” The former Gotham City Hero’s 8” cut cock was fully erect—as his prostate was tagged by the Clown Prince’s 9” dick. The Joker’s laughter reverberated off the warehouse walls, “That’s right, and I plan on owning this hole again and again!!!”
Just then, Bane grunted loudly. His huge 6’8” body spasmed as he came deep inside Nightwing’s ass. He collapsed on the Young Superhero’s back, forcing him onto his 49” chest.
The Joker found his release a moment later, going over the edge and exploding his load into BatBitch’s canal. “UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” The Caped Crusader’s cock began spewing white cum onto the floor as he came handsfree.
Jonny Frost had watched the Superheroes being fucked while he stroked his cock. Now he moved in front of BatSlut and shot his load, spraying the Dark Knight’s abs, cock and black pubes. “FUCK YEAH!” the goon shouted.
The Joker laughed loudly as he pulled out of BatSlut’s hole. Seconds later, his cum began to drip from the former Superhero’s ass landing on the dumbbell hanging below his balls….
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TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson awoke with a start. His cock was hard and his tight briefs were wet. He was in his mid-50s and not some teenager. But he had just had a wet dream.
Dawson shook his head as he tried to remember the dream. It had started with a letter from a Superhero—from Nightwing. The young man wanted to wrestle in the Fed. Then Stan had showed up and told him about Batman’s arrogance, Nightwing’s betrayal of Batman and Bane’s later betrayal of aka Birdy Boy. And the Joker had finally gotten to fuck the Caped Crusader.
Jeez, Dandy, thought to himself. It was all a dream. Nightwing wasn’t joining the Tri-State Wrestling Federation. He wouldn’t face the Champ Luis Cortez. But someone would.
Just then Dawson’s mobile phone on his nightstand buzzed. He looked over and saw the screen. He could hardly believe the caller ID. It read: “Tino Gavras aka OrangeMuscle.” The 312 area code was indeed for Chicago.
Dandy hit the accept button. “Tino? Is that you?”
(The End.)
