Oooh, it’s so disgusting…a big, hairy
cock in my mouth. Bruce gagged on the big, veiny
penis, and tried desperately to keep from vomiting, but his face shook a
little. WHACK! The trucker’s heavy hand boxed Bruce’s left ear. “Suck, boy!”
Bruce Wayne, society billionaire of Gotham City, was kneeling naked on his knees,
hands cuffed behind his back, in the filthy restroom of the Satan’s Rectum punk
club. Owned, unbelievably, by his archenemy the Joker.
Bruce’s jaws were exhausted. He was so tired of fellation.
For the past forty-five minutes, Bruce had been forced to
give blowjobs to all male patrons of the Rectum, or at least those of whom had
donated a dollar to the United Way. Selina
was not happy that Bruce had allowed Harley Quinn to suck his dick under the
table, and as she said spitefully: “The punishment must fit the crime!”
Oh, God…it’s so disgusting…like a
train wreck, Bruce thought…you suck and suck on the damn things, and then you
know it’s coming…so to speak..and
your mouth is filled with disgusting goo!
Bruce suddenly felt his ears grabbed by the burly trucker who’s penis was in his mouth. The trucker pushed Bruce from
the back of the head toward his crotch, sending the dick down Bruce’s throat,
and Bruce’s gag reflex rebelled, but the trucker wouldn’t let go of Bruce’s head. “Skull-fucking, baby!” The trucker laughed as
Bruce gagged around the cock “Come on, Wayne, you punk, you rich asshole” The
trucker’s laugh roared in Bruce’s ears. “You better do a good job or I’ll kick
your fuckin’ teeth in!”
Another guy, who Bruce had just finished off, laughed. “Yeah,
he would give a smoother skull-fuck with no teeth, right?” All the patrons
laughed uproariously over the music emanating from the club.
Through blurry eyes, Bruce saw some of the other fellows who
had already spurted in his exhausted mouth, zipping up their pants and
wandering out of the bathroom, snickering.
One guy, dressed in a Gotham Public
Sanitation coverall, had actually peed in Bruce’s mouth before the blowjob
commenced!
Outside the men’s room, the dancing was wild, and Stuck Pig’s
vocalist, Shithead Weinberg was singing a brilliant
rendition of “Mama burned down my Montessori”
Selina Kyle was having a wonderful time,
bumping and grinding with the Joker, who of course was laughing wildly.
This night was in full feather for Selina,
who couldn’t believe the degradation she’d put her Brucie
through! What more can I do to him, she laughed. And the poor motherfucker
still hasn’t cum!
Harley Quinn was leaning on the wall outside the men’s room,
taking donations in a large glass bowl from the long line of men going in to be
fellated by the unfortunate playboy. She was quite pleased with herself…what
trouble I’ve caused, she thought.
Meanwhile, Bruce’s eyes were filled with tears as the trucker
finally shot his load, actually pulling his dick out after filling Bruce’s
mouth with spew to wipe the leftover cum all
over Bruce’s handsome face.
Bruce struggled with the handcuffs binding his wrists to his
buttocks as another man’s dick came up. Bruce looked up. A guy with a cowboy
hat that Bruce had often seen panhandling outside the Wayne Foundation was
looking down at him, unzipping his crotch. This one is too familiar. I just
sucked him off twenty minutes ago!
Not to mention that he’s unbathed,
and I think a louse may have crawled in my mouth from this, Bruce thought.
“Hey, I did you already…I already sucked you off!”
Bruce was immensely annoyed, as the last of the trucker’s
residue dripped off his chin. Oh, his knees hurt. He had to take a stand with
this guy…”It’s bad enough that I have to suck all these patrons, without
repeats!” But the pandhandling Cowboy was adamant.
“Man, I paid for another shot…I bummed the change, and gave it to Miss Quinn,
who said you’d suck whoever paid you, repeats or not! After all, it’s fer charity, the Yew-Nighted
Way!”
Another guy in a janitor’s uniform, sitting on the sink said
“That’s right, you faggot asshole, don’t you want the
poor to get the money through this fundraiser?”
More laughter resonated through the men’s room. Outside they
could hear Harley’s strident voice “Come one, come all, cum in the mouth of Gotham’s rich prick!” Bruce tried to explain
that the Wayne Foundation was very supportive to the United Way, but of course this plea fell on
deaf ears.
Bruce
Wayne so hated cocksucking! This bathroom
experience was quite debilitating for him. Selina had
begun him on forced bisexuality eighteen months before, when she’d first
incorporated oral dildo worship, making Bruce suck larger and larger dildos,
sometimes training by forcing him to kneel in the corner with a long, black
dildo in his mouth…
Other times, when
they were making dinner at her house, she’d make him hold a cucumber in his
mouth while he was cutting up other vegetables. It was incredibly annoying, but
what could he do?
Soon, Selina began fucking Bruce in the ass with strap-ons, and making him lick off the shit-covered strap-on
afterwards. “Come on, suck my dick, sissy-boy.” It wasn’t that bad, as she was
sexy as hell, and watching those huge tits bouncing above him brought him such
joy, and made him forget that he was holding a fecal dripped plastic thing in
his jaws.
Bruce admitted
that the humiliation of such a disgusting, repulsive act…being forced to suck a
shit-covered pseudo-dick was quite humiliating. Selina
had taken note, and promised to make things even more interesting. Selina had a regular habit of dropping in at Bruce’s office
at the Wayne Foundation on Fridays at closing time.
Bruce worked with
three women: Ashley, his strawberry blonde, chesty secretary, Sabrina, the
accountant with the tight pink sweaters and beehive hairdo, and Krystle, the 19 year old typist who moonlighted as an
aerobics instructor. Then there were two men, Phillip, the billing clerk, and
Andre, the black fellow who handled Bruce’s photocopying and mail sorting
duties.
On Friday nights, Selina would come by after the men had left, and the four
ladies would close off the office. Ashley would order Bruce to strip and whip
his ass, Sabrina would crush his penis with her high heels, and Krystle liked to give him the dildo…Bruce thought this was
great…but then one night, Bruce was blindfolded for the dildo, and suddenly
felt a real cock in his ass! “Who was that?” he asked Selina
when they were driving home, later.
“It was one
of the guys you work for…but I’m not telling you who.” Selina
said with a smile. “He came in for something while we were in the middle of
your blindfolded session, and wanted to get into it.” On one hand Bruce was
horrified…and humiliated! Either one of the two lowest flunkys
in the office knew that he was a pathetic slaveboy…and
had SODOMIZED him!
It was weird being
in the office, looking curiously at Phillip and Andre. Was that a mocking look
in Phillip’s eyes, when he brought the invoices for Bruce to review? Was it
Andre’s black cock that had spurted in Bruce’s puckered hole? Was either of
them HIV positive?
But then, within a
few weeks, it happened again, while Bruce was blindfolded…and one Friday night,
he felt the cock in his unwilling mouth. And then another
cock. And then the blindfold was ripped off—and yes, Andre and Phillip
were BOTH there, laughing at him!
“You see, darling”
Selina laughed. “I have no secrets, and now neither
do you!”
After this, the
office was almost unendurable. Though the ladies refrained from dominating
Bruce during the week, and treated him with some respect, every now and the
then, Phillip or Andre would tap Bruce on the shoulder while he was bent over
his ledgers. “Mr. Wayne…I need some relief!” In the bathroom Bruce would
reluctantly go…the executive restroom, with one stall, to drop to his knees and
take Phillip’s cock in…
Or Andre would
look angry because Bruce had misplaced one of his copies, and take Bruce in the
back room, pull his pants down and land the belt again and again as Bruce
cried. Then of course, more sucking of the cock…to apologize
to the angry mail clerk.
Then came routine
times, when Selina would bring home a guy…and invite
Bruce to dinner…they’d have a charming conversation, perfectly normal, about
sports or human events, and then Selina would
suddenly say “Bruce, Gary/Lloyd/Billy has heard of your masterly cocksucking abilities, and wants to see you perform.”
Bruce would blush,
and the guy would grin and begin unzipping his pants. If the man was a little
unnerved by this sudden thing…thinking that a rich man like Wayne wouldn’t like
to be treated that way, Selina would order Bruce to
strip to his underpants, and she’d thrash him until he willingly begged to take
the man’s cock in his mouth. It was horrible!
But Bruce had
become quite proficient at getting a man to cum in his mouth, and often Selina would not allow Bruce to jerk off himself unless
he’d given some guy a blowjob within the past two or three weeks.
Tonight, Bruce was
wondering if Selina was going to let him cum, now
that he’d sucked off all these patrons of the disgusting punk rock club,
Satan’s Rectum. “Come on, baby…you are going to suck my cock again” the Cowboy
said menacingly…
Bruce tried to
close his mouth—his knees were in such pain, being immersed in urine and
crushed against the hard linoleum—but as he closed his mouth, Cowboy bent down
and twisted Bruce’s right nipple, and he opened his mouth to scream…and the
penis popped in! And of course it would take twice as long to make the guy cum,
since he just did!
The next hour was
grueling…lots of guys came in for “seconds”, and finally the club was closed,
but Bruce knew he couldn’t rise until Selina allowed
it.
Oh, his knees felt
horrible…one was bleeding, and Bruce was freezing to death in this damn
bathroom. Also, Harley Quinn had put blue eye shadow on Bruce’s lids, and he
knew he looked ridiculous.
Will she come
soon? Will she let me cum?
Suddenly the door
to the bathroom opened. “Thanks again, Harley…you’ve been a sweetheart.
Seventy-five dollars collected? Marvelous.” Selina’s
voice was floating in, and Bruce uttered a sigh of relief. Possibly he would be
allowed to jerk off at this point, but at least he could get unlocked and go
home!
Selina’s spike heels
clicked up to him, and Bruce looked up from his kneeling position. Selina smiled, and knelt down a bit, and touched Bruce’s
neglected, horny cock. It had been casually kicked and stepped on by various
drunks all night, as they’d come in to be serviced, or just to pee or shit.
But Selina’s fingers felt heavenly as she explored Bruce’s
hardening penis. “Poor thing.” Selina
said softly “I know the poor thing wants to cum…it’s too bad it has such a
capricious, dishonest owner…but you may have learned your lesson, Bruce
darling!”
Bruce looked
terribly contrite. “I know I was wrong letting that Harley touch me, dear.
Please give me another chance.” Selina smiled, and
stroked his unsatisfied shaft quickly, bringing Bruce very close to orgasm.
Selina looked very
gentle and somewhat sad. “I have one little favor, dear…and then possibly I
will give you major treats! I’m afraid I have one more little dickie for you to service,
darling…it’s a big favor. If you suckle and fellate like a good boy, I will let
you jerk off TWICE, and then take you home and give you a nice massage and
dinner…and maybe a little more loving!” Bruce sighed. One more cock. But the
promises were well worth it.
“Will you do just
one more, my dear?” Selina sounded as if she was
pleading…”You can do it, can’t you?” Bruce nodded, dumbly.
His jaws felt as
if he’d been punched several times…he’d been sucking dick for nearly two
hours…but one more wouldn’t be that bad. Bruce heard more steps behind him, and
saw pinstriped purple pants. They looked somewhat familiar.
“So what’s the
verdict, my dear…HAAAHAHAHAAHA!! Bruce looked up in
alarm. There he was, the Joker of Gotham City! He was
supposed to suck off the Joker!
“Selina…no, I can’t.” Bruce tried to get up, but of course
the handcuffs were there. But this was no problem, for a man who was secretly
Batman. Under Selina’s spell he was powerless to
unlock the cuffs, but this was just too much, and Bruce began fumbling with
them, and they fell off. Bruce rose, trying to assemble his dignity.
Bruce turned on Selina. “Selina, that man, pardon
or not, is a ruthless killer, and one of the most gruesome criminals known in Gotham City, or even in America. He makes Charles
Manson seem like Jimmy Carter, for God’s sake. I can’t believe you want me to
service him…I’m not even sure he’s interested in sex, but if he is, it won’t be
with me!”
How could she?
Bruce knew that Selina was unaware of his secret
identity…Batman had been fighting the Joker for years, and after all the Joker
had done…what was on Selina’s mind?
Bruce took a serious stand…but in the end…he sucked the Joker’s
dick…because villain or not, fellating his arch-enemy
led to being able to jerk off twice on a dirty bathroom floor…and isn’t that
what a submissive’s life is all about?
Oooh…Ollie was in such
pain. His chest and stomach felt horrible with the pressure of the board, and
Dinah’s weight. Sure, she was only about a hundred and five
well proportioned pounds, but it was heavy!
Ollie looked up
over the board at Dinah’s beautiful legs, and the miniskirt she wore…and her
tiny tube top. Dinah didn’t sport the blonde wig she had as Black Canary when
she was working in private life at the shop, but her bobbed brunette mop was
quite pixieish…and those boobs!
Oooh, Dinah stepped
hard again. Oliver Queen, the yellow-bearded man known as “Green Arrow” was
gritting his teeth, as a large wooden board, about the size of a length of
sidewalk was on his chest, pressing him into the floor of Dinah’s flower shop.
Except, of course for the hole that Ollie’s dick and testicles poked through.
And on top of the
board, was Dinah Lance, also known as the Black Canary..and even more peculiar, was Ollie being behind the
counter of Dinah’s flower shop. As Dinah danced about on the board, she was
doing her receipts for the day before.
“Ta-ta ta ta
TAH, ta ta ta ta TAH!” Dina was humming
the “La Cucaracha song as she danced about on Ollie’s board in her high heels,
punching the costs of yesterday’s carnations into the register. Suddenly, Dinah
took one of her high spiked heels and pushed it merrily into Ollie’s glans. “OOOOWH!” Ollie screamed.
“None of that, slaveboy” Dinah scolded gently. “You must take it like a
man. What if I had customers in here?” Ollie bit his lip. Oh, it hurts so much
when she presses down!
“You got me” a
male voice, belonging to their deliveryman called. “But I know Queen’s a wimp…a
queen.” There was a garrulous laugh as the kid left. Ollie hated him…Dinah
fucked the little bastard regularly, and also made Ollie prance around and
serve them breakfast in bed in a little flowered apron.
Ollie was roused
from his resentments by another stab from the stiletto heel. Which was worse,
Ollie contemplated, Dinah cheating on me regularly, or her pushing the board
into my chest, or the sharp pain of the dart-like heel going into the cockhead?
Dinah took her
heel off Ollie’s glans and began rubbing the toe part
of the foot on his dick. “You like that, honey…?” Dinah asked. “Yes, Miss
Dinah” Ollie said meekly. That felt relatively good…Ollie hadn’t cum in some time.
“Feels good…but you can’t cum, still, Ollie!” Dinah said, laughing. “You
wouldn’t believe this, but your friend Batboy was so desperate to cum last week
that he blew the Joker…gave him head, while as Bruce Wayne.”
Ollie snorted with
disgust. What a wimp! Sucking the cock of his archenemy.
Green Arrow would NEVER DO THAT!
Oooh, Ollie’s cock was
rigid against the tender ministrations of Dinah’s shoe. It felt soo good! Not as good, of course as if his cock between
Dinah’s full moist lips, or in her tender pussy…but it
had been quite a while since that had happened…
“Oh, please,
Dinah…please let me cum” Ollie begged. “You wouldn’t make me suck off a super
villain would you?” Dinah’s laugh floated across the shop. “But I’ll think of
something, honey!”
Ollie sighed. What
would Dinah do to him next? He felt so powerful as Green Arrow…sending the
various trick arrows to foil La Costa Nostra, kicking the shit out of armed
robbers, the great feeling of shooting an arrow through a burglar’s bag…but now
he was just a pitiful wank-boy…begging for a basic
privilege!
Ollie’s breath
went in and out as Dinah’s toe prodded his cock, tracing little lines in the
veins. It was amazing how graceful she was, jumping around on this board. Dinah
began rubbing the toe faster on Ollie’s glans, and he
began breathing through his nose, trying desperately not to move. He had a
straight shot of looking up her miniskirt, where Dinah was wearing a thong…her
full pink cheeks were so glorious!
Dinah looked down
at Ollie’s perspiring face. “You like that baby?” she asked in a throaty tone.
“You like it when Dinah pushes your little wee-wee into the board, like she’s
butting out a cigarette?” Suddenly the heel came down again on his glans and Ollie screamed…but then the toe of the shoe began
gently rubbing and prodding the injured penis again.
Oh, and Dinah
looked so good! She was wearing fishnet stockings, Ollie’s favorite…he felt the
pressure of the semen finally rising, which was a minor miracle, considering
his balls were being trodded on. “Sweetheart, your dickie is trembling” Dinah said lazily, as her toe rubbed
his penis more. “I think there’s going to be an accident, Ollie.” Oliver looked
so hopeful. Dinah kept pushing and trodding, and
Ollie began shaking…here it came!
But then the flower
shop door bell rang as a customer came in. Dinah slowed down her rubbing of
Ollie’s persecuted member. Ollie gritted his teeth. He’d been so close!
But knowing Dinah, she probably saw the customer coming in, and had been
planning to stop when the door opened and the bell rang, the bitch.
Dinah rubbed a
little slower. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Greenblatt, are
you here for tulips today?” There was an elderly, quavering response. “Yes
Dinah, Aye am gointa th’ graveyahd to visit my
Sid. He loved tulips ya know.” Ollie smiled. That fat pig Irma Greenblatt.
Always off to the cemetery to see her husband…hopefully she would follow him to
the grave soon, as Ollie was sick of looking at her.
Dinah, as if
reading Ollie’s mind, stomped her heel into his cock, and he bit his tongue to
keep from screaming.
“I know how much
you miss Sid, Mrs. Greenblatt” Dinah said sweetly.
“Sid and I were close friends, as you know.” Lying under the board, Ollie
rolled his eyes. That pathetic little man who worked as County Treasurer! What could a
beautiful woman like Dinah have in common with an old Jew like Greenblatt?
Dinah’s toe
prodded Ollie’s balls a little too hard. Ollie, too well trained to need to
have his hands cuffed as Bruce Wayne often did, put his wrist in his mouth and
bit hard to keep from howling as Dinah poked his testicles more. Oh, why does
she have to stomp my balls?
“How is that
handsome young man of yours, Dinah?” asked Mrs. Greenblatt.
“I’ve always admired him.” And that’s as far as you’ll get, Tubby, Oliver
thought jauntily. Why don’t these old hags just dry up and die after they stop
being good looking? Oliver looked up Dinah’s miniskirt again appreciatively.
“Ollie’s great,
Mrs. Greenblatt. Right now he’s neglecting his work
here at the shop and lying around—“ Ollie smiled
grimly, as the board cut into his chest “—But he’s a wonderful companion.” Mrs.
Greenblatt’s voice came again. “Yes, I envy you
having a handsome young man like that. Sid always enjoyed you, Dinah, he often
came in to buy zinnia seeds and azalea bushes…you always made Sid laugh…I miss
Sid so much, especially in the bedroom department.”
Now Ollie was chewing his wrist to keep from laughing. Although Dinah
was prodding his cock with her spike heel again, Oliver bareley
noticed, as he was giggling. Mrs. Greenblatt was
obese and smelled terrible. Her fat legs were covered in blue veins, the same
shade as her grotesque beehive hairdo. She and Sid couldn’t possibly have had
much of a sex life, could they?
“You poor thing”
Dinah said…” I recall once you and I talking about
oral pleasure, and how much Mr. Greenblatt liked
performing on you.” Ollie gagged. This conversation might make him physically
sick. Imagine little Sid Greenblatt licking the
smelly, disgusting twat of that fat pig!
Dinah’s toe was pushing Ollie’s cock gently again, and he was aroused
in spite of himself, but he did wish Mrs. Greenblatt
would leave. “Yes, Dinah…and I know Sid brought you pleasure as well. We had an
open marriage…” Mrs. Greenblatt said.
This is really
more than I want to know, thought Ollie, and winced as Dinah’s heel stomped his
shaft once more. Ollie did vaguely remember that Dinah had had some group sex
thing with customers, but he didn’t think it would be with a couple like the Greenblatts!
“But it’s been
lonely…I’d like some oral pleasure like my Sid gave me just one more time, you
know.” Dinah climbed on Ollie’s stomach, and looked very sincere. “You deserve
that, Mrs. Greenblatt. And I am going to give you a
treat, darling. Put the tulips down for a moment, and step behind the counter!”
Ollie began
twisting around, trying to get out from under the board, but then Dinah stepped
on his wrist, pinning him down. Ollie saw the huge ankles, looking like those
of an elephant,stepping around the counter. Oh, God,
those repulsive rolled white socks that old women wear, and of course
orthopedic shoes.
“Why, Oliver
Queen, what are you doin’ behind there?” Mrs. Greenblatt asked curiously. Dinah smiled at Mrs. Greenblatt. “Don’t you know, Mrs. Greenblatt?
Ollie’s my slave…just as Sid was yours. And Ollie is a good little cuntlicker…and I want you to have pleasure. In your
eighty-three years, you’ve never had a cunnilingual
experience like you’re going to get now!”
Ollie looked up as Dinah moved back and forth on the board. “No, please…Dinah,
don’t do this to me.” As Mrs. Greenblatt dropped her
humongous panties and lowered herself on Ollie’s face he screamed, “I’d rather
suck off the Joker!” and Dinah laughed. “I know you would! Now get licking!”
