Robin The Boy Wonder -- Roped
*Batman and Robin are property of DC comics. Robin is a creation of Bill Finger.
Comments and questions are always welcome at ebonart.gallery@gmail.com
For more Batcock, check out my superhero 3D porn at https://www.patreon.com/Ebonart
Robin shook his head and instantly regretted it as pain lanced through his temples. He tested the ropes binding him to the chair and found them just as strong as last time; his hands were bound and his legs were tied to the chair legs, forcing them apart. He struggled, but that only made the ropes tighter. Finally he stopped, panting slightly, and looked around the room again. He was in a small maintenance room; the walls were bare concrete with only a rusty steel set locker to break up the monotony. Bare pipes ran down one wall, and there was only a single bare bulb to light the place. The chair he was in was steel, and recently bolted to the floor; this was a trap prepared for him and him alone. He was bait. Again. Batman would be looking for him, he didn't doubt that, but the grate above him smelled strange -- no doubt it was a gas tap of some kind, triggered when Batman showed up to rescue him. Again.
Robin growled as he fought against the ropes again, then he slowed and stopped when he felt a stirring in his trunks. His soft cock pressed against the thin, soft fabric of his tight trunks, stroking over his sleek length, and now he was starting to react to that. He blushed hotly. He was horny all the time now, and this was no exception.
He grunted softly as his penis filled out to its full six-inch length - a pretty respectable size for a slender fifteen-year-old boy -- and tented his thin trunks. He moved his hips and his smooth cut crown slid under the soft silk-lined fabric, the sensation making the caped youth moan softly in his need. He moved his hips again, and sighed, then again and again. A dark spot appeared on the dark green fabric, and he could feel a trickle of thin slick precum glide down his rock-hard young cock.
Holy hardons, he hated this feeling. Horny as shit and unable to do anything about it. It had come to a point where he had to take time and play with himself before each patrol -- if he didn't jerk off at least once, he ran the risk of getting hard in his costume like now. It was impossible to hide his sexual excitement in the skin-tight briefs, and he didn't want Batman to catch him throwing wood in public.
He moved his hips again, slowly. Maybe, maybe he could make himself cum and then it would be all dry by the time Batman burst through the door.
"Nice show, kid," he heard, and gasped.
One of his captors was standing in the door, watching him. The man smiled and closed the door, then walked over and crouched by the chair.
"Looks like you have a problem, Boy Wonder..." the man chuckled. His strong hand moved to slide over his bare thigh, caress him there, then slide over to the wet front of his trunks.
"Batman--"
"Batman won't be here for awhile, kid," the man said, his strong fingers tracing the outline of Robin's erect penis in the thin briefs. He began to slowly stroke his fingertips over the bulge, until Robin whimpered.
"Need to fix you up," the man said quietly, the pulled down Robin's trunks and let his cock and balls out into the chill air. He slid his fingers over the boy's hard shaft, then took the teen's penis in his grip.
"There we go, bird-boy. Let it happen, kid," the man said. He began to stroke the Boy Wonder's penis, and Robin could only close his eyes and moan softly.
"Like that, huh? You need some relief, here," the man said and kept masturbating the trim youth. His other hand cupped Robin's hairless balls, and stroked the boy's soft sac, feeling the little eggs move against each other. He rolled them against each other, pulled on the soft and sensitive sac, then his fingers stroked lower, underneath, until they grazed Robin's flexing little pussy-hole. His middle finger circled the tight muscle then slipped inside as the masked boy cried out.
"NO! You--" Robin moaned.
"I am gonna love putting my cock in you, Boy Wonder," the man said. "All of us are."
"Please..." Robin gasped.
"Please let you cum? Sure thing, kid," the man said. He left off stroking Robin's penis, bent, and took the sleek cock in his mouth.
"Holy fuck..." Robin panted as the warm wetness enveloped his hard penis, and his breath came in short hard bursts. The man's mouth suckled his cock, up and down, up and down, until Robin groaned and came. "AHHHH!"
The man pulled back a bit and gripped Robin's erect cock, licking and suckling the large cock-crown as it spurted streams of thick white boy-cum into his mouth.
"Nice one, wonder-boy," the man said as he pulled back and wiped his mouth. He pulled up Robin's thin briefs and the masked boy shivered in his release.
The man stroked Robin's pretty face, smiling at the flushed and flustered youth, the kid still in the warm afterglow of his intense orgasm. He leaned in and kissed the Boy Wonder. Robin resisted at first, then gave in, especially when he slipped the boy his tongue and let Robin taste his own salty-sweet cum.
The man laughed inwardly as the young teen practically nursed on his mouth, sipping the load from his tongue.
"Good boy," the man said as he broke the kiss. He stood and undid his pants.
Robin gulped when he saw the man's erect cock, eight inches long and thicker than his, almost as thick as Batman's enormous penis. The man took himself in hand, and Robin knew what was coming next.
The man stroked the large crown of his cock over Robin's soft lips and hairless cheek. "Open up, Boy Wonder. Fair is fair, right?"
Finally, Robin nodded, and his shell-pink lips parted. Hs closed his eyes and swallowed hard when he felt the man's cock-crown press against his mouth. He opened his mouth, and the man's length slid gently in inch or so into his mouth.
"You just take care of that, kid," the man said, and Robin began to suckle the man's crown. It was warm and soft, and filled his mouth like a large strawberry; he could taste the soft tang of musk and sweat on it, which only served to excite him.
He kissed and suckled the kidnapper's cock, bobbing slowly on it, using his tongue like he'd done to his best bud Speedy a couple of times when the horny Boy Bowman needed his cock taken care of. But Speedy's cock was a slender five-inch thing while the man was a full adult. It was so different.
He felt the man's hand on his head, fingers stroking through his soft raven-black hair. The man's grip strengthened. "I'm close, Robin," is all the man said before he started to cum.
Robin groaned as the man's cum exploded into his mouth, some sliding down his throat but despite his best efforts most of it squirted out onto his chin and ran down his neck to spatter on the front of his costume. Robin pulled back and the next couple of shots painted his masked face with a streamer of thick cum.
"Hah, good boy, Robin," the man said as he wiped Robin's mouth and face off. "You took that load like a pro."
"You have a pretty high opinion of yourselves," Robin said. "Whoever you are."
"Smart of you to try and get me to talk, kid, but it's not happening. We're gonna kill Batman and then sell your hot little ass to the highest bidder so you'll spend the rest of your short, short life getting fucked by thugs and goons. I only wish I could be there to hear you when the first dude slips his cock into your tight teen cherry," the man laughed.
Robin nodded grimly. So, they were not going to gang-rape him, at least not yet. He still had a chance.
Robin swallowed, then spat out the last bit of the man's cum in his mouth. His utility belt was hung inside the rusty locker, to taunt him with his nearness. With it, he could radio Batman, warn him, then cut his way free. None of that was happening, though. He struggled against the steel chair a bit more, his cock thankfully staying soft and nestled against the shadow of his close-shorn pubes.
The man ruffled Robin's hair and left.
END