Bruce Wayne, Slaveboy

“Well, goodness…darling…someone has been making mincemeat of you.” Selina said, as she bent over Bruce’s naked, prone body, cuffed as it was to the bedposts. Bruce was face down, as he was about to be punished, as Selina had noted that someone had removed Bruce’s chastity tube.

Bruce could not very well inform Selina that he was secretly Batman, and that Poison Ivy had taken off the belt so she could torture his cock and balls…and so Selina assumed, wrongly, that Bruce had removed his tube and had an orgasm. Actually, when Nightwing and Black Canary had come to arrest Poison Ivy and take her away, the last thing Ivy did was lock Bruce up again…teased more and more…and still chaste! Alas…

So he had to be punished, for “suspicion of orgasm” But Selina could tell that there had been some other monkey business going on…Bruce looked like shit. He’d been whipped by someone, and poor Selina couldn’t figure out whom!

“It looks as if—“Selina’s delicious little red nail trailed across the many nettle scars around Bruce Wayne’s upper buttocks, and accidently poked a long, red weal that had come from when Poison Ivy had landed him a bit hard with the thorny bundle.

“What, what on earth happened, dear?” Selina shook her pretty head. “I can see where you removed your chastity device, and I feel great sadness and reproach that you would be so disobedient.” Selina uttered a great sigh. “I can only imagine the young ladies you rogered when the belt was off…you must’ve had thousands of orgasms. I may not be able to allow you to orgasm for a year now.” Selina ran her red nail across Bruce’s buttocks and he quivered, and she reached under his butt, and pulled out his long, thick, cock, and twiddled it between his legs.

“I can’t imagine who gave you this horrid whipping, though….someone did. I am afraid, of course that I can’t use that as a reason not to give you the thrashing for removing the belt.”

Bruce gasped, feeling Selina’s soft fingers..”Miss Selina, I swear to you, I’ve not cum since I saw you last…the tube was removed against my will, and then restored…and I didn’t get to orgasm.” Selina’s laugh floated…Bruce could see nothing of course, because he was on his stomach, but he could imagine how amused she was by this unbelievable statement.

“All right then, give me the details of how you were de-tubed.” Bruce sighed. “I told you, I can’t.” What could he do? First, he had to keep his identity a secret anyway…secondly, Selina Kyle was reformed now, or so Bruce thought…but she had at one time been the dreaded Catwoman! Actually…there was something he’d heard from Oracle that Selina had returned to her old lifestyle…so he really couldn’t tell her!

Selina gently pumped Bruce’s cock, as she questioned him.”Did you see another domme? Is that why you have all these welts?”Selina took one lube-soaked hand  and wrapped it around the top of Bruce’s stiff cock, and stroked it all the way down to his shaft. Then she pulled her hand up slowly, let go and did the slow stroke with the other hand. “It breaks my heart that you would see another dominatrix…though I do appreciate her style with you.” Selina let her fingers run from Bruce’s balls to the tip of his glans, where she swirled her tips around and then slid her palm back down the other half and ended up back down at the balls.

“For seeing another domme I need to punish you for cheating…that’s twenty whacks.” Selina brought her palm up to the top of Bruce’s glans and parked it there with her fingers held together and stiff, her thumb pointing straight out. She spun her fingers around as if she were attempting to open a jar.

” And of course I have to give you another twenty for suspicion of cumming, because you have obviously had your tube removed and put back on.” Bruce was gasping with the feeling of having his long-denied cock massaged, and was trying to get his energy together to deny Selina’s accusations…but it was difficult!

“And for being so reticent when I ask you about these experiences…there’s a third twenty whacks…sixty in all.” Bruce bit his lip and buried his face in the sheets. He was lucky she didn’t have her Catwoman whip! Selina slipped her hand down into Bruce’s testicles and grabbed them in her fingers, tugging them away from his scrotum.

“I can’t believe you won’t be honest with me, dear!” Selina let go of Bruce’s testicles and brought her fingers together in a goosehead formation, and lightly began stroking his erection running them all over his genitals.

“You will probably start talking after I bring out my razor strop!” Selina said sharply,and Bruce groaned. That would be enough. Selina idlys scratched the inside of Bruce’s thigh, and he moaned. It had been so long since he’d had orgasmic relief, and he might not be getting any now, either.

Selina took both hands, and brought them both down on his shaft, swinging Bruce’s cock as if it were a Louisville Slugger. “You don’t seem as if you came, though” Selina said, mystified…”You really must manufacture your sperm back fast.”

Selina brought her left hand down, letting it stroke the penis from the glans all the way down to the scrotum. At the same time she brought her right hand up to the top of the shaft, before joining her hands together on Bruce’s cock, having her fingers lightly touching the sides of the shaft.

Selina flicked the penis back and forth between her hands by holding on to the loose skin of the shaft. “You just are a glutton, aren’t you, dear?”

Selina tightened her thumb and forefinger around the base of the shaft, and pressed down on Bruce’s testicles, cutting off the blood, and engorging the shaft in her hand.

Bruce was going mad. How could he convince Selina that he hadn’t cum? Just after Nightwing and Black Canary had taken Poison Ivy into custody, the Canary had grabbed Batman’s balls and squeezed them until his cock was limp, and had locked him back in the tube, muttering “someone will be grateful I did this”. And then she’d given Bruce forty whacks with Ivy’s bundle of thorns for allowing Ivy to take him into custody in the first place. It had been viciously painful, worse than when Ivy did it, as the Black Canary was much more muscular.

So now Bruce’s back and buttocks and upper thighs were a mass of welts and weals, and he was in terrible condition.

“I’m not going to start the whipping with the strop, Brucie” Selina remarked as she  rose and went to her large bag, pulling out a large, polished wooden paddle.
Bruce sobbed loudly as Selina commenced the whipping. He was struggling and screaming…

"That's fine sweetie" Selina said soothingly, as the cane left  a bright red weal across Bruce's left cheek. "I understand that you have a lot to announce with that sweet voice of yours...keep screaming...it amuses the neighbors!"

 

Selina applied the strokes scientifically, emitting little coos when she noted that she'd burst a blood blister left from the thorn whipping of several days before, or when the cane had left a particularly gruesome mark. Bruce bit the sheets and prayed that he could live through this flogging.

 

Selina landed a few with the paddle, and Bruce screamed loudly…and then came the cane! After leaving a few inch long and quarter-inch weals, Selina began smiling broadly. “You certainly are showing, dear.” Bruce looked up weakly as Selina pushed her cleavage in his face. “Darling…you’re such a brave boy…let Selina teach you the right way!” Lines of fire built up across Bruce’s buttocks and he knew he had to get out of this one, somehow…he’d had just too much over the past few days.

Selina had fine form as she continued to land the cane across Bruce’s buttocks and thighs. As Bruce bounced and screamed, Selina laughed and  began quickening her work with the bamboo. Bruce thought of the times he’d defeated Selina when she was in her Catwoman guise…and wondered, Is this payback?

Suddenly, he got an idea of how to get out of this dreadful situation.

 

 

”I think I might have a cramp, Selina, please!” Suddenly, the cane stopped.

“Oh you poor thing.” Selina purred.”Have a cramp, do you?” Bruce felt Selina untying his wrists. He sniffled dramatically, as she helped him up off the bed. “You poor thing…we have to get rid of those cramps. Perhaps you should do some jumping jacks!”

“J-jumping jacks?” Bruce asked faintly. What with his Batman experience, he was not up for a lot of exercising, and he’d almost asked Alfred not to allow Selina in, not that the butler obeyed him at all. “Come on, let’s start, darling!”

Bruce began halfheartedly bouncing up and down, clapping his hands over his head. WHACK! Selina’s cane slashed him right under the arm, and he screamed! Bruce’s armpit began to sting, and Selina chortled gleefully.

“No laziness now…I want you to jumping-jack faster, dear!” Bruce began trying to jump higher, but he felt so bad! WHACK WHACK WHACK Selina’s cane hit his left thigh, then his right. Bruce tried to jump away from the slashing cane, but Selina danced right in front of him and landed the cane smartly on his stomach!

“Where’s all the cramping?” Selina said sweetly, as she landed the cane lightly on Bruce’s cheek right near his nose. WHACK! The cane landed again on his left shoulder.

“You aren’t cramped, dear, you’re just lazy!” Selina dashed behind Bruce and began landing her cane up and down and across her captive’s buttocks. Bruce forgot the jumping jacks and began running around the bedroom, until Selina leaped-catlike over the bed and tripped him to the floor. “Push ups now!” she screamed.landing her cane up and down and across her captive’s buttocks. Bruce forgot the jumping jacks and began running around the bedroom, until Selina leaped-catlike over the bed and tripped him to the floor. “Push ups now!” she screamed.

Bruce tried to get off the floor, just to feel Selina’s cane slashing his shoulders and lower back. Again and again the cane landed until Bruce began doing regular push-ups. “There we go. I’ll not touch you with the cane if you can do a hundred.” Selina said stoutly.

At seventy-eight, the well-built Bruce Wayne collapsed, and the cane landed viciously until he finished the one hundred , and added three! “Now on your back, honey…I know it’ll hurt with all those mysterious welts” Selina said, laughing. But Bruce rolled over, looking up at his gorgeous girlfriend’s covered breasts. “Now up and down…sit-ups!”

After forty-two, Bruce began flagging. Selina bent down and began playing with his cock. “I know you can do a hundred, honey” she crooned as her crimson nail toyed with his bulging glans. Bruce gasped. WHACK! Suddenly, the cane slashed his penis.

“I don’t want you to get too distracted, sweetheart!” Selina said, her cane lifting off the welted penis. “Now start sit-upping again.” After Bruce had done twelve crunches, Selina began teasing him again; after twenty-four, the cane left another red mark across the shrinking shaft.

“Now deep knee bends!” By the time Selina had run out of exercises, 

Bruce was happy to hop back on the bed and take the rest of his thrashing quietly.

 

 

 

 The whipping was over, and Bruce was bent on his knees in front of Selina, who had changed into a tiny miniskirt and snug white T-shirt. “I am going clubbing…honey. Would you like to accompany me?” Bruce bit his lip. It had been an awful night, and he really wasn’t up to dancing. “I don’t think so, Miss Selina.”

“You sure about that, Brucie?” Selina asked lazily. “You know, I might be well disposed to giving you some relief…if you gave me a good time!” Bruce looked hopeful, and his cock was swelling up again. Selina hadn’t put the tube back on.

“C’mon honey…I am starting to believe that something might have happened against your will.” Selina’s high heel poked Bruce’s strained  penis. “And yes, it’s quite obvious that you haven’t cum!” She smiled, and Bruce watched hungrily as Selina put fire-engine red lip gloss on. “Come out and have fun with me, dear!”

She actually allowed Bruce to dress without putting his chastity tube on. He wondered if he should bring his Batman costume, and then figured it would be safe in the trunk of the limo. Alfred drove through the Gotham night, arriving finally at the Satan’s Rectum, a club in Northeast Gotham.

“ This will be quite a night, Brucie. ‘Stuck Pig’ and ‘Richard Scalpel & the Abortions’ are playing tonight.” Selina said with a giggle. Bruce, whose tastes ran more to Mantovani, was silent. Surrounded by leather clad people with various shades of hair, ranging from hot pink to bright green (was it him?) the couple entered the club.

Selina backed up slightly at one point as they walked to the table, and stroked Bruce’s leaden cock, heavy with unreleased cum. Selina smiled up at Bruce, girlishly, and he felt as if he couldn’t place her with the evil Catwoman who danced from roof to roof, sometimes landing on a gargoyle by one palm, swaying her glorious suede covered body over the city streets.

Bruce watched dumbly as Selina greeted old friends, kissing their cheeks and hugging them. And then there he was—the Joker! The hair stood up on the back of Bruce’s neck. Selina hugged the Joker, and then her crimson lips met his in a red smack. “Bruce, you’ve met the owner of the Rectum, haven’t you?” Selina smiled as Bruce reluctantly shook hands with the white faced clown with green hair and red lips.

The Joker laughed uproariously at the look on Bruce Wayne’s face. “Wonderful to see you, Mr. Wayne…Welcome to the Rec, as I like to call it!” The Joker snapped his fingers, and Harley Quinn, his clown assistant, showed them to a table near the stage.

Bruce noticed that Harley Quinn was not in her usual weird outfit…she looked quite pretty in a little blue dress, though the makeup was still there. God, her tits are big, he thought.

As they sat down, Bruce whispered in Selina’s ear.”The man is a mass murderer, a serial killer, AND an armed robber…he’s a fugitive from justice, Selina.” Selina looked at Bruce with an amused smile. “No, no…Brucie…the Joker has been pardoned by President Luthor…isn’t that wonderful?” Selina’s knee gently prodded Bruce’s hard cock.

Presidential pardons had always bothered Bruce…but this was much worse than Ford pardoning Nixon, or Bush pardoning Weinburger…Jesus.

What kind of president would…oh yeah. Of course. Poor Clark. At least my villains don’t seek public office…the Clayface would not have the brilliant profile, and the Penguin is too short. Bruce felt Selina’s delicate little hand playing with the lump in his trousers. “Forget about the Joker, darling…he’s reformed…now I want to dance.” Bruce attempted to rise, but Selina gently pushed him back into his seat.

 

“No, I want to meet different people here to dance, if you know what I mean!” Selina gave Bruce a big wet one on the cheek, and got up and began dancing with a thuggish looking Mohawk type. God, I thought we were engaged, Bruce blinked as he watched Selina grind into the guy’s chest, her crotch almost making sparks against his.

 

“She’s a friendly girl, eh?” Bruce jumped, as he turned and saw the garish Harley Quinn, standing next to him. Harley had a bit of clown makeup on, though not quite as bad as her employer. Harley sat down next to Bruce. “I really don’t need any company.” Bruce said shortly.

 

“Aaw…c’mon, Mr. Wayne.” Harley gave him limpid eyes, as her little hand traveled to the even more present bulge in Bruce’s pants. “Don’t you like girls? She likes boys” Harley pointed out, as they both watched Selina plunging her tongue into Mohawks mouth, while another man behind her danced up and ran his hands over her breasts.

 

Bruce could tell that Selina didn’t mind, as she was a 4^th level black belt, and could debilitate both men in one swing. No, she was enjoying herself.

 

 Bruce’s eyes widened as Mohawk lifted Selina by her rear end, and pushed his crotch behind her, as she switched her wandering tongue to the other man’s mouth. Bruce felt Harley’s fingers unzipping him, and against his will, his cock shot out of the fly.

 

Bruce gasped as Harley began gently pumping his thrusting cock. “Really, this isn’t a good idea” Bruce said, thinking: Selina will kill me if I let this little minx make me orgasm! He looked over at Harley, whose eyes danced, and watched her little moist tongue trot across her teeth.

 

“Why isn’t it a good idea, Mr. Wayne?” Harley asked with a lilt in her voice. “Don’t you like the way my hand feels?” Bruce closed his eyes, and silently willed himself not to cum. “Go on, honey…let yourself squirt…you deserve it. I know Selina’s so mean to you…”

 

“Harley wants you to have a good time” the little voice whispered in Bruce’s ear. “And she’s going to see that you get it!” Suddenly, Harley slipped under the table, and Bruce felt his belt being unbuckled, and his pants being pulled down, and felt Harley’s long nails massaging his cock, and then…miracle of miracles…his cock was being taken in her mouth! Bruce gasped as the clownesses long tongue began flicking his frenulum.

 

Bruce felt Harley licking his bulging glans and shaft, flicking her tongue rapidly around the glans, and then bending her head to nibble his swollen ball sack. Bruce saw Harley’s hand come up and grasp her vodka, and bring it down under the table. He heard a gargle, and then his penis stung, but in a delicious sort of way…Harley was running her vodka lined mouth across his shaft!

 

“Are you having fun, Bruce?” Selina was leaning over the table, though Mohawk’s hand was on her ass. Bruce bit his lip…what would she say  if she knew that Bruce was getting a blowjob under the table? “I hope you’re not bored…Iggy here is an old friend…”

“Oh, no…all’s well” Bruce said, wondering whether Harley’s long legs were poking out from under the table. She was sucking away somewhat noisly. His cock felt great…and he wondered if he should just risk it all and cum in Harley’s velvety mouth. Selina winked at him. “Well Iggy wants to show me something in the back room” I’ll bet he does, Bruce thought resentfully. “But when I return, I’ll give you personal attention, dearest!”

Selina winked, and danced off, and Bruce’s legs shook as Harley’s soft mouth began slurping and sucking along. Bruce felt Harley licking his frenulum, the indentation between his cockhead and his shaft under his penis.

 

 Bruce felt his semen charging from his testicles…oh, this is so wonderful, he thought. Harley’s long tongue kept tickling the shaft with a rare energy…Bruce couldn’t believe it was going this well.

 

Harley breathed deeply and began sucking faster. Bruce felt Harley reaching under his asscheeks, and felt her pushing her finger in his ass, tickling his prostate gland…this made Bruce crazy! Bruce felt Harley’s tongue flatten, further dampening his frenulum, and then, amazingly, felt Harley’s tongue inserting into his froeskin, encircling the head.

 

Harley pulled her finger out from Bruce’s anus and began stroking the sensitive perineum area, between the scrotum and the rear end…oh this was wonderful!

 

Bruce began to gasp…It was coming, it was coming…Suddenly, he felt a harsh bite on the middle of his dick. Aaah..Harley was biting him, hard…he screamed, and everyone turned around, and all the music stopped, Richard Scalpel quitting his song in the middle of “My mother is a scum-sucking weasel”.

 

Harley jumped up, and threw the table over, and the entire club looked at Bruce Wayne, standing up with no pants or undies on…his cock bleeding.

 

Harley turned to Selina, who came out, with her teeth in a grimace. “You were right, Selina” Harley said. “You wanted me to test him…he’s a cheater!” Selina gritted her teeth. “You should have bitten his cock off.” In the background, the sobbing Bruce Wayne could hear the Joker’s screaming laughter.