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His lean powerful young body strained at the ropes holding him and sweat trickled down his masked face to disappear down the front of his costume. Robin tugged this way and that at the ropes, hoping to get even one hand free or at least near enough to the utility belt on his trim waist. At least then he could get a capsule of acid or something to make his escape.
It was fruitless, and he could only wait in the sweltering dark for his captors to come back. His head still throbbed with the force of the knockout blow; he hadn't counted on a bank robber being so fast or knowing martial arts at all. Robin swallowed once and tested the ropes again. Damn, it was hot in here and he could feel the sweat trickling down his naked legs. He pushed forward a bit and grimaced as the tight ropes bit into his muscled arms and chest.
He struggled a bit more, and then flushed with embarrasement; he was starting to get a hard on! He watched in the dim light of the shack as the front of his skimpy little skintight trunks tented up in front, slowly defining the shape of a nice cut 7" cock. Robin grunted a bit and pushed forward again, a little gasp escaped his dewy lips as his cock moved against the silky tight spandex. He pushed forward again and again, trying to move his cock out a bit so it didn't press so hard into the bronzed muscles of his thigh, but it was no use. He was tied too tight.
His cock kept inching out, pressing uncomfortably against his trunks, and he sat back against the wooden chair and tried to meditate like Batman taught him; clear your mind, think of cold showers and baseball or something. It had always worked before, when he saw Catwoman in her slick black leathers, or Batgirl in her grey-and-blue spandex. For the last couple of years, he usually tried to play with himself at least a couple of times beore going out on patrol. He didn't want some newspaper picture of him and Batman, and him with his dong trying to get out! It was getting harder and harder. Maybe he should just change his costume; he was getting more than a little old for the whole super-short trunks thing. It had looked OK when he was 14, but now, when today was his sixteenth birthday, it looked a little stupid. But it worked, and he liked the whip of the cold Gotham wind against his muscular legs when he was up on the rooftops, somersaulting across the vast man-made gothic Grand Canyon that was downtown Gotham City.
He looked down, and saw his cock had receeded a little, just a little though. He could still see the steely definition there. Damn! He let loose with a burst of strength, and felt the wooded chair creak beneath him. Muscles stood out in high relief all across his arms and chest, his exertion and sweat making his red vest reveal every cut and definition of his deep chest and washboard abs. If you looked hard you could even see the rounded mounds of his large nipples. His legs glistened with sweat as the corded bronzed muscles there stood out in releif, showing off years of careful sculpting in the vast Batcave.
The chair held, and Robin gave up in a rush of breath. He lay limp, panting, his strength gone, sapped by the awful heat in the little shack. His short black hair hung in sweaty ribbons down the front of his face and he blinked away the salt. He shook his head vigerously, sending a cloud of droplets off around him. He gasped for breath, and tried once more to bend over as far as he could. If he could just reach the belt radio, he could finally call Batman with the tracer. God, he hoped Bruce would find him before the bank robbers came back. It had been a long time since he had been in a jam like this, and he was pretty embarrassed. Fifth dan martial artist, world class ranked gymnast, press 350 pounds and not break a sweat, and a couple of toughs and a blackjack from behind had taken him out. Not the best birthday present he could have hoped for!
And to make matters worse, his erection was returning as his young cut cock tried to force its way down his leg into the open air. Robin bent back and then thrust his hips out again, and he almost cried out like a boy. His cock had finally found the edge of his skintight little green trunks and broken free! Seven inches of pure teenaged boyhood surged upward, arcing up and away from his balls still imprisoned. Robin groaned as his cock sprang free and brushed the tight muscles of his stomach. Jeez! There was no way he could get that monster back in until it went down, and there was only one way to do that.
Robin bent forward, his arms straining against the rough ropes that left red marks up and down his bare arms, and used ten years of training in kung fu to bend slowly forward until his chin brushed the tip of his cock. Then he bent further until, just barely, he could slip his dewy lips over the head of his raging steely hard-on.
Robin almost cried at the sensations that wracked his strong young body as his lips trailed spit over the swollen red crown of his cock! God, that was good. He had sucked himself only a few times, and it was usually after a workout when he was particularly horney. He knew every yoga technique Batman knew, and then some, since he had the robust suppleness of youth on his side. His spine was as limber as a humans could be, and that very flexibility had gotten him out of more crime- fighting scrapes than he could count. Now, he used it to sooth his raging cock.
Slowly his tounge swirled around the swollen head, probing the cumslit and going back and forth as his head gently bobbed back and forth. His cock put up quite a fight, but finally he could feel his balls tightening and then the jerking at the base of his cock as sweet salty cum erupted into his mouth. He sucked every sweet drop out he could, swirling his tounge more and more to stimulate himself. He didn't have his hands free to help him milk it, so he had to make sure he got it all. Would not do to have cum spots on his uniform!
Finally, it was done. His young cock started to finally shrink, and he was able to contort his muscled body enough so that it slipped back under the green silky spandex of his trunks. GOT to get some tights to go with these damn things, he thought. Then he heard a noise and looked up.
Oh no, it was one of the bank robbers. "Well, you're awake. Rest of the guys sent me back to check on you, make sure you hadn't esacaped. Looks like you had other things on your mind, birdboy."
The bank robber was a good six and half feet tall, a lot bigger than Robin's well built 5'10". He was shirtless in the heat, and in the closeness of the little shack, sweat gleamed on his broad chest and heavy arms. Large brown nipples set off the deep golden bronze of his smooth chest. Robin felt an involuntary tug at his trunks, and looked down to see his penis betray him again by starting to harden once more.
The robber walked over and grabbed a towel off the sink, dabbed at some of the sweat on his powerfully built body, then knelt by Robin and wiped the handsome teenagers face. He looked at Robins strong jaw and the bright blue eyes set behind the black dominoe mask he wore affixed to his face. The kids's broad shoulders and the corded muscles of his arms, burnt bronze by the scorching Gotham summer. His smooth legs, packed with hard muscles themselves, just like his own. He had had five years in prison to make himself the bronzed god he was, and more than enough time to appreciate the lean, young suppleness laid out for him here. He reached up and slid his hand up Robins leg from the calf to the broad thigh, then down to the kid's inner thigh. Robin tried to fight him, finally figureing out what was going on, but it was too late. The robbers hand was already in his plentiful basket.
"Nice one," the robber breathed as Robin's young cock lept to full hardness and strained against the little green trunks once more. "This must be pretty tight," he said as he reach up under Robins tunic and began to pull down the teens trunks. Robin struggled but to no avail. He was exhausted by his struggles, the heat, and his own self-suck. The guy in front of him slid his trunks down to his knees and left them there where the ropes tied his legs to the chair. Robin's cock sprang out and the large blonde convict bent down to take it in his mouth. Robin let out a low groan as he felt the guy start to suck him off, taking him down his throat. Robin's wildest, most denied dream was coming true at last.
Robin looked down at the broad muscled sweaty back beneath him, the mans's mane of blonde hair tied in a pony tail. The sensation burning up from his young cock were so fantastic he felt faint. The guys tongue doing everything to his cock that he would have done, plus the other hand there working across the hard muscles of his legs to finally clamp on the smooth taunt muscle of his ass. It stayed there, kneading the firm flesh as the robber slowly took his hard cock down his throat. Robin threw back his head and groaned as his cum erupted into the guys mouth and was greedily sucked down.
The young man leaned back, his muscled chest spotted with Robin's cum, and he smiled. "Damn, that was good. The other guys aren't going to be back for a few hours, and I got you all to myself until then. Man, you are one hot young kid. You know that Newsweek article they did on you last year? I had that under my bunk in prison, and every night I would look at that full color picture of you in that hot little costume and beat my cock silly. I always imagined what I would do to you if I ever got hold of you. That's why I came back early. I just had to touch you. You are so...beautiful. Nice athletic kid..."
The handsome young man stood up, and undid his jeans, showing off his large uncut 8" cock. Robin looked at it in undisquised admiration. He wished his cock was so big and thick. But his was bigger than most guys in the high school gym so he had never felt inadequate. The only thing he had ever seen bigger was Batman's huge thick 10" organ. "Like what you see?" He bent down and kissed the young Caped Crusader on the lips, then the cheek. Then he stood up, huge in the small shack. "Suck it, like you sucked yours. I know you want it kid." He slid his cock up to Robins face, carressed the young superheroes baby smooth cheek with it and drew its massive head across the young athletes dewy pink lips. "Take it," the convict whispered.
Robin opened his mouth a little and the man surged his cock in. Frantically, Robin started to lick it and swirl his tounge around the huge head like he had done to his own boyhood. The convict put a gentle hand to the back of Robin's head to guide him, to press the kids young handsome face onto his penis. Robin didn't know how long he sucked, but the man grasped his hair and groaned. "Watch it kid, I'm cuuuuuuuummmmminnnngg..." the convict groaned and unloaded his cum into Robin's mouth. Robin gagged on the huge amounts of cum the guy gave him, and swallowed what he could. It tasted a lot like his own cum, which he loved to taste. Not bad.
The convict pushed the young hero back, his cock still erupting across the teenagers costume and cape. He took Robin's cape in his hand and wiped his cock on the silky fabric. Robin smiled. He had done that often enough when he was at home, using an old cape he had outgrown. The man toweled off his body and dripping cock, then wiped Robin's mouth and daubed at the spots on his chest. He started to feel Robin's chest, then play with the kid's nipples through the vest. Robin grimaced a little; that felt good. A lot better than when he did it to himself, carresseing his hard body before a full length mirror in the Batcave. How often he wished this would happen....
Hey! Maybe it was time to try something. It was dangerous, but hell, he had LIVED with danger for the last six years.
"Man, you took that cock like a pro. I bet old Bats gives it to you when you get back from patrol, huh?"
"No," Robin said, "But I sure wish he would..." He smiled at the young blonde guy liked he was dreaming of doing it again, his eyes staring at the guys still erect cock.
The young convict smiled. "I knew you would like it, anybody who wears a costume like that must want it pretty badly. You ever tease him? Undress, stuff like that?"
"In the shower I do, but...he never takes any notice. I always wind up beating off with my finger up my ass." Robin smiled...he had actually done that a few times, and it got him unbeleivably hot.
"Shit, and you been wanting a man all this time, huh? Pretty bad."
"How about you show me what it's like, man. To have a guy, you know. I - I want you to fuck me, man. Fuck me, please? I want your cock up my ass so bad it hurts." He contracted the muscles in his ass, making his still hard young cock bounce up and down, oozing a little pre-cum.
The young convict was stunned. Here was his idol, his favorite pin up asking him to fullfil his oldest fantasy. How could he refuse....
He bent down and untied the pretty teen quickly, then had a second to step back before Robin shot out of the chair like a rocket. Robin aimed a knifehand strike at the convicts neck, but the heat and his own body betrayed him. He had been tied up too long, and he tripped over the trunks still around his knees. He fell to the floorand had just a second to react before the convict slammed an elbow into the back of his head. The young hero gasped as black spots danced before his eyes. He struggled to get up, get his costume together and get the hell out, but the blonde man was too fast for him.
"Try to get away, huh? I bet you really want it..." And with that the young man pressed Robin's legs apart and slid his finger up Robin's tight ass to test him. Then he spit on his cock, knelt between the young Caped Crusaders legs, and slid his cock up the teenagers firm tight ass.
Robin cried out as the man started to rape him, holding him pinned and helpless. The convicts huge cock burned up his ass as it slid in, then out. "Damn, you're tight," the man grunted, then slid it in again. Again and again he slammed his cock in Robin's tender young ass before he finally grunted and came copiously.
Robin squirmed beneath him, moaning as the huge piece of meat seemed to split him open. Fucking himself with his fingers in the shower was never like this! God it hurt, but it was pretty cool at the same time. The handsome teen had always wanted this, in his most secret wet dreams. He felt his strength returning as the man roughly fucked him, but he kept his struggles to the minimum and arched his ass up, trying to take more of the powerfully built man inside his ass.
There was a huge crash from the shack door just as the man was pulling his dripping cock out of Robin's ass. Both the man and the teen looked up in surprise. Batman slowly stood up out of the shadows like a huge menacing gargoyle, then sprang at the convict. Batman slammed the man to ground, grabbed his hair, and slammed the man's face into the dirt floor until he was unconsious. Batman turned to Robin, seeing the trembling teenager.
He looked more like a frightened kid rather than a tough partner right now. He picked Robin up, and the youth groaned as the loads of cum the man had dunped in him ran down his muscled legs. Batman growled low and deep, and started to turn back to the unconscious man. "I'll kill him." he said simply.
"No, Batman, no. I'm...OK. I'm fine. Not as bad as being shot by the Joker. I'm fine." Robin stepped out of his stained trunks and pressed himself to Batman's tall hugely-muscled body, feeling the heat of him through the skintight blue and grey costume. Batman enveloped the youth in his long cape, hugging his young partner to him. He shuddered, feeling Robin's young hard body this close to him. He felt his cock start to get hard, and he felt all at once Robin's stiff penis growing harder and harder against his leg. "I'm fine," the teenager whispered, and pressed his body harder against Batman. "It felt good," he whispered, barely audible. "Really good. I always wanted you to do that to me... first." Robin buried his head against Batman's huge pecs, embracing his broad shouldered body and pressing his naked cock against Batman's leg.
Batman shuddered at this revelation. The kid was old enough; he had hoped to simply seduce him. Tonight as a matter of fact; he had noticed over the past couple of years how a good jolt of danger made Robin harder than a 2x4. It was almost impossible to miss in that costume, though the kid hid it really well. That cape was not there for show....
Batman pressed the boy against his 6'4" frame, picking the boy off the ground and holding him in his arms. "The cops will handle this bastard. Let's get you cleaned up, son." He went outside and put the shivering teen in the Batmobile, and they roared back to the Batcave.
Robin looked over at Batman's grim face. "You mad at me Batman?" Batman turned to him and smiled. "No chum, just sorry you had to have that happen to you, tonight of all nights."
"Why?"
"Because I had something special planned for your sixteenth birthday." Then he reached over and laid his leather gloved hand on Robin's leg, moving to his cum-spotted trunks, then feeling the generous basket he had. Robin sighed and put his own gloved hand over Batmans glove, which started to gently squeeze his crotch. Robin closed his eyes and leaned back on the headrest as the Batmobile plunged through the darkness, into a secret cave entrance and finally wound up on the turntable deep in the Batcave.
"Come on, let's get you out of that costume..." Batman said, smiling at him. Robin vaulted over the door with only a little wince of pain from his violated asshole. He had had worse done to him.
Robin stepped out of his small boots and stepped up to Batman who took him in an open embrace. Batman bent down and kissed the stunningly handsome teenager, pressing one hand against Robins firm ass. He pulled the boy against his body hard, feeling his huge member tight against the boys washboard abs. Robin gasped at Batman' strength, and submitted to it. The pretty sixteen-year-old undid his vest and the silky green shirt underneath, then dropped that and his short cape to the ground, leaving him with only his mask and spotted trunks.
Batman started to carress Robin's powerfully muscled body, the teen shivering as the cold leather gloves started to slide across his tight, cut chest, feeling the slabs of his pecs, then the gently rising mounds of his nipples. Robins cock grew rock hard and again strained against the tight litle trunks, tenting them up in front. Robin's belt was no longer in the way, so it slid up and up until the wide purple head slid free of his trunks altogether and pressed up against the rippling muscles of his stomach. Sweat tickled his cockhead and Robin pressed it against the rock-like muscles of Batman's leg.
Batman felt his partner's response, and slid his hand down the teens muscular body until he came to the little trunks, which he tore off Robin's narrow hips. Robin gasped, totally naked against Batmans huge body save for the small mask he wore. Batman kissed him again and again, tasting cum on the kid's tounge. Robin felt the leather gloves drop lower down his powerful young gymnasts body until one slid back along his golden flank to carress his ass. The other glove moved further down and cupped his swinging balls. Robin gripped Batman's massive biceps and just let himself go. Batman smiled beneath his cowl as he felt the handsome youth give in to him completely. He slid a gloved finger up against Robins ass,, and when the boy did not protest, slid it deep inside of him. He bent down and took the kids cock in his mouth and throated the pretty teen. Robin groaned; the third time that night his cock had been sucked!
Batman blew his partner, then stood up and placed his hands on the boys broad shoulders...no not a boy, but a young man, strong and proud and eager for his first real fuck.
"Do it," Robin whispered at Batman's unasked question, and he bent over, showing his beautiful little ass to Batman. Batman could not restrain his huge cock now. He undid his utility belt and trunks, whipping out his huge 10" of steel hard manhood. He carressed it with his wide leather gloved hands, pulling back the massive foreskin and playing with himself for just a second. Then he had Robin turn and kneel. The youth did it at once, taking Batman's cock in his mouth and lubricating it copiously. Then he laid down and waited for Batman to enter him.
Batman pressed the teen down and eased him into position, his large cape makeing a tent over their lovemaking. He eased his cock slowly into the teenager until Robin whimpered a little. "Jeez that hurts..." Batman started to pull it out at once, but Robin clamped down with his powerful ass. "DO IT," he whispered fiercely. "I've beat off to a photo of you for the last six years. Please, Batman...Bruce! Please fuck me!" And Robin pressed himself back, taking another three inches of Batman's steely rod up his ass. Robin finally had all ten inches up his inexperienced ass, and Batman started to move back and forth, gently fucking the teen until he came with a deep groan. Robin jumped as he felt the huge load of cum dumped into his young ass, and relaxed as he felt the warmth flow though his body. He slid out from under Batman and got a towel for them to both wipe off with. Batman slid his costume off totally, standing there with the masked teenager just as handsome Bruce Wayne, millionare playboy. Huge muscles ran up and down his body in a symphony of hard flesh sleek with the sweat of his powerful exertions in fucking his teen partner. Robin stepped up into his first totally nude embrace, feeling a man's flesh rippling under his hands for the first time in reality, feeling his wildest desires become firm, hard reality. His penis was so hard it hurt. He pressed his hands to Bruce's ass and the huge man smiled and laid down for his ward.
"Let's see if you really ARE a Teen Wonder now, Dick!" And Robin bent down to the beautiful full ass laid out before him and spread it, taking his hard meat in one hand. Slowly. He was taught how and then he entered a man for the first time in his life, panting when at last he had his young cock buried up to the hilt in Bruce Waynes glorious ass. It was easy to fuck him, he was so much wider. It was a good, easy time for the Teen Wonder and finanlly he cried out as he came deep in his mentor's ass.
Bruce rolled over and took the teen in his arms, mussing Robin's hair as they laughed in their sexual play. Robin was at his absolute sexual peak; he could fuck for hours, and this would only be the first of many long nights in the Batcave.
Later in the master bedroom, now sleeping two instead of one, Dick Greyson leaned over Bruce Wayne's powerful chest and kissed him long and hard. "This is the best birthday I ever had Batman..."
"Sleep tight, chum. We have to go on patrol tomorrow night." And with that he turned out the light, gathered the muscled young teen in his arms, and fell asleep, sated at last.