Scent of a Hero Chapter 2: School for Bats Evan Andrews 2023
This is a fan fiction.
The characters in this story are based on characters belonging to and trademarked and copyrighted by DC Comics and/or its subsidiaries. I am not related to the company and make no claim of ownership over the characters. This story takes place sometime before Dick Grayson becomes Nightwing, when he and Batman were still working together. The gods alone know where the falls in DC continuity anymore.
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Robin, the Boy Wonder, came to the surface slowly.
Groggy, he grasped that he was not in St. Vitus' graveyard. Instead he was strapped down to a padded examination chair in some make-shift lab. Furthermore, his chair had been laid so far back that now it was practically an examination table. Tough leather straps restrained both wrists, his upper arms, his ankles, his thighs, his waist, and his neck. Someone really didn't want him going anywhere.
The Boy Wonder could make out henchmen in lab coats in his peripheral vision. Again, he knew they were henchmen because they had their names across the backs of their coats. Villains were so predictable.
Robin rolled his eyes.
"So, you've decided to join us, Robin?" a familiar voice said.
The voice came from the extreme range of Robin's vision, but the flash of color he caught just before the villain came into sight told him exactly whose voice he'd heard.
"Louie the Lilac," the Boy Wonder said. "I thought you were still up the river."
"I was, thanks to you and your partner, Boy Wonder," Louie said, "But you know how things go in this crazy world. We get a new governor and consequently a new director of prisons as well. I was a model inmate, especially compared to the usual crazoids you and your bat pals lock up. At the request of the new director, the Parole Board took one look at my spotless record, noted my expressed desire to take up an honest profession, and recommended my release."
"Holy what the heck! You? An honest profession?"
"Absolutely. You, my young adversary, are looking at Gotham City's number one, up and coming (albeit anonymous for the moment) perfumer."
Robin's look of scorn was eloquent. He still remembered the civet affair, the one that had most recently gotten Louie put away.
"Think what you will, Boy Wonder, but since I've been out of the joint I haven't so much as dipped a toe into dubious waters."
"What about you sending your minions to ransack tombs in St. Vitus Cemetery?"
"What?! You wound me! You think Louie the Lilac would have anything to do with something as tawdry as graverobbing? Use your brain, junior detective. Since when has robbing corpses been my cup of tea?"
"Then what were your henchmen doing all over the cemetery tonight?!"
"Believe it or not, Doubting Thomas, they were there innocently looking for a rather picky little flower called the flame violet."
Louie held up a red-orange violet flower in a test-tube.
"This little beauty, Boy Wonder, only grows in a few places, quiet old cemeteries being one of them. So, I sent my boys out to collect some tonight. The flame violet combined with.. well, no, there's no reason for me to share trade secrets with you of all people. Take it for granted that I needed this reclusive little wildflower for a very special order for a fantastically expensive perfume."
Robin simply glared.
"And then who should swoop in-- without even a Stop in the name of the law' or a Hands up' or a `You're under arrest' I might add-- and proceed to beat the crap out of my poor boys? Naturally they defended themselves, for what good it did, and finally it fell to my number one hench, Ky, to put an end the unjustified assault. Bloodlessly, I might add. And that's the truth; believe it or not."
"So why did you then abduct us? Why am I strapped to this chair? And what have you done with Batman?!"
"Who, him?" Louie pointed over his shoulder.
A pair of henchmen staggered into the room bearing the unconscious Batman between them, one of the hero's arms draped over each shoulder. They walked past Robin's chair and off into his blind spot where Robin could hear the familiar sound of a muscular body being dropped onto a padded chair, probably just like the one he was strapped down on.
"The Big Bat's fine, Robin. He just sleeping off a slightly larger dose of slumber orchid extract," Louie said. "See, you and your tall, dark, and imposing buddy are going to help me develop the next big sensation in male scents. Consider it your opportunity to make restitution for attacking my men."
"Like heck, I will," Robin snarled.
"Oh, you will, Boy Wonder. You will. You just need to get in the mood. And speaking of that..."
Two henchmen came up to the table. One grabbed Robin's hair to pull his head up, and the other slipped a floral collar, like a lei, over his head and down around his neck. Then they let the Boy Wonder go again.
"What's this, you floral fiend?!" Robin said as he tossed his head from side to side.
"This, Boy Wonder? Oh, it's just a little something a rather talented botanist friend of mine developed. He calls the flower the `In the Mood' lily—but around here we simply call it the lay lily. It doesn't knock you out like the slumber orchid serum does, but it's a kick ass mood setter for when you want to chill out and get it on. (Word to the wise, young dark and alluring, never turn your back at a Botany Department mixer at Gotham U.) One whiff of this little gem and... well, you'll see in good time."
Louie took out a pen knife and cut a hole in the silky fabric of the pouch of Robin's trunks, right next to his man-cock. The Boy Wonder had matured nicely since he and Louie had last crossed paths, and Alfred had had to let out the pouch of his trunks to handle his now more than adequate steak and potatoes.
"What the fuck, Louie?!" Robin cried.
Louie extended the cut down towards Robin's scrotum and back between his legs to expose his anus. The Boy Wonder's junk flopped out, or at least his balls did. His cock would have joined the meaty orbs if the half-hard (and getting harder by the second) piece of meat jutting up out of his crotch hadn't been caught up in the remaining fabric of his trunks.
"See," Louie said as he ran a finger over the hero's shrouded rod.
"Ungh!" Robin gasped at what should have been a revolting sensation—but wasn't. "See what, you sick fuck?"
"Oh, Robin, Robin, Robin. So bright and you still don't get it. I told you that you (and Batman eventually, but we'll start with you) were going to help me on my new project. Specifically, you're going to supply me with a special ingredient for this new cologne. And we'll be extracting this special ingredient from your sex juices—cum and precum."
"Extract!?"
"I never hesitate to marvel at how quickly and how well you grasp concepts. Yes, Boy Wonder, extract. Of course, to extract it, we first need the raw material to extract it from. Lots of it."
"Raw material?!"
"Do you ever do anything but repeat what's said to you? Yes, raw material, you horned-up sidekick. Mostly from your precum, but also from the thick white sperm goo that we're going to milk out of your—my those are some hefty balls you've got there."
"I refuse!"
"Refuse?" Louie snorted. "Brave words. But you, Boy Wonder, really don't have any choice in the matter. You see, my Robin, prison's a great place to pick up salacious gossip. From what I hear, you're a virgin—in every way that counts-- and Batman tends to celibacy. I didn't expect either of you'd consented to voluntarily donate the amount of cock-snot and jizz that my project will require. Hence the lay lilies, ah, and something even more fun.""
Louie pulled on a rubber glove and began to rub oil from a small vial over Robin's now exposed phallus and testicles.
"What's tha.. a.. a...t?!" Robin cried out as one of Louie's oiled fingers pushed past his anal sphincter and into his ass.
What the fuck? Robin's guardian muscle hadn't even put up a halfhearted fight against this lewd penetration.
"That? That's the something even more fun I was talking about. If you're worried, it's just another botanical extract—totally natural," Louie explained, "From what my men call a tingle-berry. Yes they're not the best comedians, but I didn't hire them to do stand-up. This extract, Boy Wonder, will make your private parts all the more sensitive, in addition to setting your hormones churning. Between tingle-berry and the lay lily... well, I think you can do the math—at least for the moment."
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck," Robin stammered. What Louie said was true. Everything the twisted perfumer had just oiled up was eager for a little fun time—no lots of fun time-- and what with the floral collar's olfactory pernicious influence...
"Good," Louie said as a bead of clear precum appear at Robin's piss-slit. "It's working. I'll leave you in the capable hands of Jay and Eek here while I go check in on your partner. Think of my men as private tutors from whom you'll learn your new career as a milking beast. They know all the ropes."
Robin never imagined Louie was telling the god's honest truth.
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Batman came out of his drugged slumber suddenly—the result of years of self-training. He tried to rise, but a dozen leather straps held him in place on an examination chair in some bizarre laboratory.
"Grr." Batman was never one for words.
He tried to focus his rage on just one of the straps, but even with all his concentration the Dark Knight just couldn't break through the strap or break it free from the table. Suddenly a cry rent the lab.
"Fuck! Oh, fuck! Aaaarrrrrgghhhh!"
Robin the Boy Wonder was screaming-- in a voice the like of which Batman had never heard.
"Robin!" Batman cried out.
"You might as well save your voice, Caped Crusader," a voice at his head said. "Young Robin has better things to do than waste time in chit-chat."
Batman craned his neck, but the source of the voice accommodated his restricted movement by stepping into the light.
"Louie the Lilac," Batman said. "I suppose I ought to have expected you to show up in Gotham again since you got parole."
"No reason I shouldn't, Batman." Louie said. "The same way there's no reason good law-abiding citizens shouldn't be able to walk the street of our fair city without being accosted by semi-sanctioned vigilantes."
"Law abiding?" Batman said. "You? Since when?"
"Since the state parole board said yours truly was no longer a danger to society? It's all legal and above board, my Dark Knight. You can check with them later."
"Count on it," Batman snarled. "Now, what are you doing to Robin?!"
"What? Ah, well, since you and he decided to accost my boys tonight while they were gathering some floral material I need in my new role as Gotham City's most notable (if anonymous) new perfumer, I decided you might like to make it up to me by participating in a little chemical experiment."
In the background, Batman could still hear Robin's pathetic groans.
"What experiment could justify your torturing the Boy Wonder?!"
"Torture?! You wound me, sir," Louie said. "Louie the Lilac never stoops to torture. No, your little friend there is simply getting "in the mood" (sorry, in-joke) and, trust me, he's enjoying every second of it. But speaking of "In the Mood"..."
One of the henchmen pulled Batman's head up by the ears on his cowl while another slipped a floral collar over his head. The flowers settled around his throat, making the Dark Knight look like a guest at some bondage beach party.
"Now, don't thrash around, Batman," Louis said. "The lay lily will do nothing more than relax you and, as the name implies, get you in the mood for the woody-fest to come."
That said, Louis slid a hand between Batman's thighs and began to rub the bulge the hero's cock and balls made in his iconic black trunks. He was pleased to feel the bat-cock plumping up noticeably under his hand. The lay lily was already working its naughty magic.
"What?!" Batman cried. "Stop that, you pervert! It's..."
"Believe me, Bat-stud, this is nothing compared to what's coming."
As he had with Robin, Louie cut a slit in Batman's trunks from shaft to mudhole. The Batpole tumbled out alongside a pair of mature, virile testicles. Louie poured a few teaspoons of some botanical (from the smell) oil into his rubber-gloved right hand and cupped the Dark Knight's low hangers.
"Ah!" Batman gasped as Louie anointed his balls, and then cock, before heading south to treat his anal orifice. This oil clearly possessed some strange qualities, qualities that were making themselves known as the Dark Knight's balls started tingling and his cock hardened even further.
"That's good old tingle-berry oil for you," Louie laughed. "Never fails."
Batman's erect cock (all 10 inches of it) was aimed straight at the ceiling, and now he began to understand the reason for Robin's cries. It was sex agony pure and simple. Blue balls to the 33rd degree. And the Caped Crusader was afraid he'd soon be willing to do anything, or anyone, to get off.
"What are you doing to us, you floral fiend?"
Louie rolled his eyes. Neither Batman nor his boy seemed to be terribly inventive in their nomenclature today. And they both seemed to think he didn't understand the peccadillos that led most of his fellow villains into self-destruction. While the Looney Brigade was more concerned with bizarrely elaborate death-traps; Louie just wanted a few days of serious sexual exploitation of the two most macho men in Gotham.
"My friend," the wicked perfumer said as he ran his gloved and oiled hand up and down the captive hero's shaft, "I'm getting you ready for a marathon of man-milking. You may have had a girlfriend (or boyfriend for all I know) once or twice edge your prodigious slab of manhood, but I'll wager you've never had you balls emptied... and the emptied again... and again... and again."
He slid two of the oiled fingers into the Batman's asshole and pumped in and out a few times.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Batman cried out as Louie found his prostate and went to town on it.
Batman's mind was in turmoil. His ass hadn't resisted the invasion even in the slightest! Whether this was due to the lay lily or the tingle-berry oil (or both) he had no idea, but it didn't make any difference. The Caped Crusader was getting fingerfucked like the virgin (anal) that he was. The moaning Dark Knight was falling under the spell of the villain's anal massage when suddenly the lab resounded to...
"Ohhhhhhh! Cumming! I'm fucking blowing my load!" Robin screamed from the lab next door.
Batman had listened to his ward jerking off many times. It was the disadvantage of having adjacent rooms. But this cry was more intense, more primal, than anything the Dark Knight had heard before.
"Robin," Batman sobbed as his pal was defiled.
"Boys," Louie said to the henchmen standing by, "I've got a meeting with some important investors, so I need you to take over on our guests. Stroke them, tease them, but leave them in their costumes. Knowing that their hero selves have been transformed into whimpering cum-spiggots will tear their psyches down and leave them as pathetic slaves to the procedure. And don't unmask them. Jerk them off, fingerfuck them, suck their cocks, balls, and tits, French kiss them into next week— have at it. Just, whatever you do, be careful with them. Their cocks and balls need to be in tip top condition for the next phase of the project. Between the lay lily and the tingle-berry, they shouldn't give you any trouble, but don't take any chances. ANY chances. Got that?"
"Got it, Boss," Ky said, and with a nod Louie was gone.
Through the remains of the night and nearly the next half day, the lab resounded to the increasingly eager moans and pathetic groans of Gotham's greatest superheroes being fingerfucked and masturbated into a state of satisfying submission. When Louie returned, he was gratified at what he heard emanating from the lab.
"Cumming!" Robin howled just before the Dark Knight answered him, announcing to everybody in the vicinity, "Fuck! Dick! Cum! Cock! Cumming!!!!!"
Tomorrow,' Louie thought. We'll get them up and pumping tomorrow.'