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Robin On The Ropes
All costumed characters copywrited DC comics
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.