WHOOSH. THUD.
Batman landed carefully, with the skill and precision of an
Olympic gymnast half his size. As the masked muscleman perched on the roof of
the Gotham Garden Inn, the caped crusader paused and took a moment to breathe.
Despite being a man of near perfection, he was still capable of being tired.
Actually, exhausted was the better term for how he currently felt. Physically
and mentally, he had been from going non-stop for months. Still, even as
fatigued as he was, he would never give into it. He clamped his grappling hook
to the roof’s edge and worked his way
down the wall.
Batman descended four stories to the eighth floor balcony below
with remarkable precision. Despite being a large man, 6'2" and 230-lbs of
solid muscle, the cowled crimefighter barely made a sound. He stayed to the
side, out of view, as he disconnected the rope line and carefully inserted it
back into his famous utility belt.
Gotham City's mighty champion finally entered the suite’s brightly lit living room cautiously, but confidently. Of course, the caped crusader entered every room with confidence. He had supreme faith in his abilities to handle any situation, built over his seven-year career challenging and defeating Gotham City's most diabolical and dangerous villains. From powerful beasts to geniuses to seductresses to insane madmen, he had faced them all and won.
Three months ago, there was a massive simultaneous escape at
Arkham Asylum. Batman had been fighting non-stop, day and night, to re-capture
his greatest foes. He had outlasted the Penguin, out-focused the Joker,
outmuscled the Riddler, out-thought Killer Croc, outmaneuvered Two-Face and
outwitted Mr. Freeze. He had even successfully resisted the charms of Catwoman
and the chemicals of Poison Ivy. The list went on, but every villain was
finally tucked away, safe and sound, in his or her cell.
Yes, the hero had proven once again that he was Gotham City’s ultimate man – brains, brawn and skill.
So when he entered this non-descript hotel room and discovered that he had
walked into a trap, it hardly made an impact. All of his greatest enemies and
most dangerous foes were in Arkham. And whoever set this up would be joining
them.
Batman was there to meet a reporter from Metropolis, Lois Lane,
who claimed she had information on the recent breakout at Arkham. The hero had
been so focused on the immediate problem, recapturing the criminals, he had not
been able to stop to uncover who was actually behind the event. The plan was so
perfectly executed and brilliant that he suspected Ra's al Ghul, but had not
yet had time to follow up on it.
Lois Lane said she had evidence about who was behind the event at
Arkham, but could not piece the puzzle together. As both Gotham’s champion and the world’s greatest detective,
Lane turned to Batman for help. The hero knew Lane was an ally of Superman,
Metropolis' defender, so he agreed to meet with her. When he entered the room,
though, it was torn apart, the furniture cleared to the edges of the room and
the reporter was nowhere to be seen. The world’s greatest detective had not even started looking for clues when
he heard a man clear his throat.
Batman quickly looked towards the sound. Emerging from the dark
entrance hall, the caped crusader saw a large, bare-chested muscleman wearing a
mask. Obviously, he had just been in the hotel room’s bathroom, out of view.
For the first time tonight, the hero was surprised. There weren’t many people who could
get so close without him realizing it. Batman remained confident, though.
Confident and even a little excited. In many ways, he enjoyed facing a new
challenge, a new villain in Gotham. It gave him purpose. However, in this case,
Gotham’s mighty protector wasn’t impressed.
Yes, the man was bigger than Batman, 6'4" and easily 270-lbs
of power, but Batman had defeated bigger men many times. He was obviously
strong, but size was all that this guy had going for him. So far, everything
else the caped crusader’s keen
mind had discerned about the big man screamed amateur.
The man’s
dime-store wrestling costume hardly inspired fear. The villain wore a black and
white wrestler's mask, a tight black singlet, black weightlifting belt and
black wrestling boots. He had no obvious weapons in his small outfit, which
little to the imagination. Batman saw no help behind him and the room was too
small for group melee anyway.
As Batman took it all in, the villain didn’t move or say anything.
Despite the simple costume, Batman had to admit that the man had an aura -
powerful, masculine and defiant. The new villain was clearly arrogant, from his
entrance to the way he stood so relaxed, with his arms crossed over his barrel
chest, wearing just the brief spandex costume. Even though his face was
covered, Batman could almost detect a smirk under the mask.
The caped crusader spoke first. “Let me guess. You’re
called ‘The Wrestler’ and you’re not here to help me.”
The villain replied in a deep, sexy voice, “My name is Bane. And you
are right. I am not here to help you. However, I am the man for whom you are
looking. In more ways than one.” The
man reached down and adjusted his sizable package in the black singlet.
Under his cowl, Batman arched an eyebrow. He said, “Ah, I see. I don’t suppose you want to
make this easy on both of us and just tell me what you did with Ms. Lane.”
The villain thought a moment, bringing his hand to his chin. After
a few seconds, he replied with a slight laugh, “Miss Lane is safely tied up in the bedroom through that door. She
is alive and safe. However, to get to her, you must get through me.”
Batman shrugged. “If
that’s the way you want it,
Bane.”
Chapter Two: The Fight
Begins
The hero decided that he believed Bane when the villain said that
Miss Lane was safe and on the other side of the door, but Batman didn’t bother making a move to
save her. He knew that, given the size and layout of the room, he would have to
incapacitate Bane before rescuing Miss Lane or risk leaving himself wide open
to attack.
The two men circled the room cautiously, ready for anything.
Batman guessed that this man favored wrestling, based on the costume. He didn’t care. The hero was an
expert in all forms of combat, so he could wrestle, box, jiu jitsu, whatever
was needed. Batman could have attacked fast, but he wanted to gain the measure
of his opponent. Bane might not look like a serious threat, but then again,
neither did the clownish Joker or the short, rotund Penguin.
Batman moved to his left slowly. Bane followed with his eyes, but
not his body. The hero crouched slightly. He spread his arms and opened his
cape, draping it back over his shoulders. The hero was sizing the villain up
carefully, looking for any tell of his style, strength level and especially any
weakness.
Bane continued to remain still, but he did drop his arms from
across his thick chest. Batman began to close in. With speed that belied his
size, Bane charged first. WHOA! Batman barely dodged the move, but Bane stopped
on a dime, turned quickly and moved in behind him. Before Batman could react,
the villain reached over the hero's shoulders and, with a simple move, unhooked
his cape. Bane backed up, holding the long cloak up like a trophy.
"This will only get in the way, Batman. I will give it back
to you when I am done."
Bane tossed the cape aside and the hero looked at him with a new
attitude. This Bane guy was arrogant, but also fast and smart. Batman was
surprised that Bane figured out how to unhook his cape, as the fastening was
hidden, but he couldn't waste mind space following that line of thought. He had
to concentrate on this fight.
Batman moved in first this time. Bane dodged him with surprising
agility and speed. As the Dark Knight turned to follow up, Bane was already
facing him, with his boot rising. Bane’s boot
landed deep in the hero’s
midsection, driving the air from Batman. The villain clubbed his huge arm
across Batman’s back, driving him to
one knee.
The hero swung his right fist up, but Bane caught it in his larger
left paw. The villain started to squeeze, but the hero’s punch was only a
distraction! THUD! Batman drove his left fist into Bane’s right side then
followed up by using his trapped right hand to pull the villain forward into a
hard forearm to the chest. Bane stepped back, his grip loosening. The hero
pulled his hand free and still from one knee, thrust both his fists into Bane’s bare midsection!
OOF! Bane expelled air as the fists landed. Batman grimaced as his
hands felt as if he slammed them into a concrete wall! Batman was learning a
lot, little of it good – this
villain was fast, strong and tough, but the Caped Crusader stayed focused. He
knew that Bane’s undeserved arrogance
had given him this opening and he planned to take advantage!
Batman rose and drove Bane into the wall hard. He lifted his knee
into Bane's midsection. The villain doubled over from the impact, leaving him
open to an elbow to the back of the head. Bane staggered forward, so the hero
moved in behind him. He grabbed the back of the villain's mask and wrenched him
up into a full nelson. The hero cranked the hold hard, binding the villain's
arms, forcing his head forward and applying pressure to Bane's thick neck and
shoulders.
Batman shook Bane in the hold, increasing the pressure and the
pain. The hero knew he could safely put Bane out and then move to help Miss
Lane. The villain grunted in frustration as Batman controlled him. The hero
could feel Bane's muscles tighten as he tried to break free. Suddenly, it
seemed as though the villain's muscles actually grew! With one quick move, Bane
drove his arms down and broke open the hero's hold.
Batman was surprised as Bane grabbed his wrists and drove back,
slamming the hero into the wall back first. Bane crushed the hero by driving
his body on top of the hero’s.
Bane stepped forward and turned slowly as Batman fell to one knee, trying to
catch his breath. When the hero looked up, he was met with a fist to his jaw.
The hero was sent reeling to the floor. He shook his head and looked up.
To his surprise, Bane did not follow up. The villain was just
staring down at the hero. If Batman didn't know better, he could swear Bane’s muscles had grown even
larger, looking more like 280 or 290, but that was impossible, wasn't it?
From his kneeling position, Batman swept the standing Bane’s feet out from under
him. The villain toppled over onto his back. The hero wasted no time. He
vaulted onto the villain, but as he moved, Bane lifted his knees to catch
Batman. However, the hero countered Bane’s
counter. Batman displayed his vaunted physical prowess, flipping in mid-air so
that he landed with his knees over Bane’s
shoulders and his ass in Bane’s
face. POW! POW! Two more fists into Bane’s gut.
This time, they landed in soft flesh, as the surprised villain had no time to
react. Batman was satisfied as he heard grunts from Bane, muffled by the hero’s tight ass pressed over
his mouth.
Batman pounded his right fist again, but this time, it was the
hero who cried out! AGH! The villain had tightened and flexed his rock hard
midsection. As the hero shook out his hand, the villain moved his arms and
grabbed a tight grip on Batman’s
ankles. He started to lift the 230-lb hero up. Batman felt himself moving
forward. He instinctively put his left hand down to brace himself, landing it
right on Bane’s huge spandex-covered
package!
The villain grunted in surprise, losing his grip on the hero’s ankles. Batman fell
back to his knees, straddling the villain's chest. He delivered two quick hits
to the villain's lower abdomen then pushed up and swung his legs up and to the
left. The hero backed up into a crouch as the villain rose to a seated
position. Batman charged forward, clotheslining the villain down. Bane toppled
back and the hero pressed his advantage.
Batman again mounted Bane. He punched Bane across the chin then pinned
the villain’s arms down with a tight
grip on his wrists. The hero leapt up and thrust down, driving his knees down
into Bane’s abs! WHOMPH!
Instinctively, Bane tried to curl up as he felt the pain of 230 pounds of hero
muscle landing entirely on his stomach!
“ARGH!” Bane yelled.
Batman smiled. Bane was turning out to be just another muscleman
who thought that made him a match for Gotham’s greatest hero.
Chapter Three: A Secret
Revealed
Batman straddled the villain’s
thick waist. The hero decided to end this now. The Caped Crusader cocked his
right arm back and drove another right fist at Bane’s chin for a knockout
punch, but the villain managed to deflect it with his left forearm. As the hero’s momentum carried him
left, Bane pushed up and rolled on top of the hero. From his back, Batman
wrapped his legs around the villain’s
waist. He squeezed, but Bane just laughed.
“Sorry,
little hero, that won’t work
on me.” Bane appeared to be
getting even larger and more powerful. Was he over 300-lbs now? The hero had no
time to determine what was happening, as Bane planted his hands around the hero’s throat and squeezed.
Batman lost his body scissors as Bane tried to choke the life from him. The
armor around the hero’s neck
kept him from being immediately strangled, but both men could feel it giving
way.
The hero pounded on Bane’s
arms, but they were unmoved. Batman couldn’t seem
to move the villain, so he forced his forearms inside Bane’s arms and pushed out
fast and hard. Bane lost his grip as the Caped Crusader followed up with a
double heart punch into the villain’s
massive chest. Bane lost his balance and fell back, sitting between the hero’s legs. Batman lifted his
right leg and kicked Bane's chest then his face. The villain fell back, turning
and clutching his head.
The hero scrambled up and grabbed Bane around the neck, applying a
tight sleeper hold. The choke should have put Bane out in seconds, but the
villain moved and kept the hero from locking it on tightly. The kneeling men
struggled as Bane got weaker under the pressure, but not unconscious. As the
hero kept trying, Bane summoned his strength and actually growled.
The caped crusader kept up the pressure, but now Bane seemed
unaffected. The villain rose up, with Batman on his back, still trying to knock
him out. Bane flexed his neck, chest and arms then pushed around back, slamming
Batman's back into the wall. The hero lost the ineffective choke. Bane turned
and grabbed Batman around the throat. The villain lifted Batman off the ground
by his neck, turned and slammed him down on his back.
The hero felt the impact throughout his body, but he did not stop
fighting. Batman slammed both fists into either side of Bane's arm, hammering
his huge muscles with all the force he could muster. Bane grunted, losing his
grip on the hero's throat.
With Bane distracted for the moment, Batman rolled to the side,
gathered his breath and climbed to his feet. The villain didn't pause - he
charged forward tackling Batman, again slamming his back hard against the immovable
wall. Bane rose up, grabbing Batman’s
wrists and holding them over the winded hero’s cowl against the wall. Pinned by the weight of the villain’s muscular body, the
Caped Crusader couldn’t
move.
Bane leaned in, his face right in front of Batman’s. The villain was in so
close, the hero could feel hot breath through the villain’s mask on his lips. Bane’s massive chest pressed
against Batman’s and his thighs kept
Batman’s legs spread, and unable
to kick up. The villain’s
strength was more than impressive – it
was inhuman.
Bane whispered, “You’re doing very well, Hero.
I’m so glad you’re not making this too
easy.”
Batman didn't respond, instead he pushed his arms forward. They
lifted off less than an inch before they were slammed back against the wall. The
villain had leverage and superior strength. The hero realized that he couldn't
power his way out, so he drove his head forward, head butting the villain with
his cowl. Bane was surprised and staggered backwards. Batman lifted his black
boot and kicked the villain's thick midsection. As Bane bent forward, Batman
slammed a fist into the side of his head then another. Bane wobbled, but didn’t fall. The hero grabbed
him in a front face lock and cranked it.
Batman squeezed hard on the hold then brought down his forearm
across Bane's broad back. He repeated the move and the villain staggered to one
knee. The hero used the opportunity to reach for his utility belt, but Bane had
stamina in addition to strength. Before the hero could reach into a pouch, Bane
drove him back into the wall again.
The air left Batman's lungs as Bane once again pinned him against
the wall. The villain kept one hand free this time. He brought it under the
hero’s belt buckle and
unlatched it, letting the utility belt fall open, suspended in the space
between the hero’s lower back and the
wall.
Bane said, "No belt, Batman. Let us keep this mano-a-mano for
now. The only tool you will need is the one down here." The villain forced
his hand into Batman’s
trunks. He felt wetness from sweat, but also pre-cum. Bane massaged Batman’s semi-hard cock, rubbing
it aggressively. Batman involuntarily moaned with pleasure as Bane’s rough hand manipulated
his throbbing manhood.
Bane whispered, “Oh,
you like this, do you? Trapped and helpless. It has made you wet, hero. Wet for
your master, Bane.” The
villain lifted his hand and rubbed Batman’s lips
with the sticky pre-cum that coated the inside of the hero’s black trunks, letting
him taste the truth of Bane's words.
While it was true that he was excited, Batman would never admit
it. In response to the hero's silence, Bane said, “Do not be embarrassed,
Batman, I have watched you carefully over the past three months. It is the
reason I released the criminals from Arkham.” Batman’s eyes
went wide. This was the mastermind he had been searching for? The one who had
him running around, fighting his entire rogue’s gallery night after night to the point of exhaustion?
Bane continued, “I have
figured out how you fight, how you think and how you defeat all your villains.
I am taking over the Gotham crime scene, so I needed to understand their
weaknesses as much as yours. Most interesting to me was how easily you captured
Catwoman and Poison Ivy. Two beautiful women, but they had no chance against
you. Even Poison Ivy’s
pheromones did not affect you. A beautiful woman like that, with the
enhancement of chemicals, but not even a wiggle down there.”
Bane playfully swatted the trapped Caped Crusader’s cock. Batman shuddered
at the villain’s touch. He struggled to
push Bane off him, but it was no use. The villain was the strongest he had ever
faced. Suddenly, Bane grabbed a tight grip on the hero’s cock and balls. Batman’s face was racked with
pain as the villain squeezed.
Bane said, “Tell
me why her pheromones did not work or I will crush your very impressive
manhood, hero.”
Batman realized he better play along. He replied, “It did affect me at
first, but I developed an antidote long ago. She is beautiful, but evil, which
is an easy combination to resist.”
Bane squeezed the hero’s cock
again. He said, “Liar. It never affected
your willpower. You only pretended that it did to hide your secret. What she
did not realize is that her pheromones could never work on you. Mine, however,
will.”
Batman froze, halting his struggle for only a moment then he
laughed. “Never.”
Bane said, “Yes,
Batman, my pheromones will work, especially given what I have put you through.
I know that you are a man with a serious spandex and bondage fetish. Admit it
... you find my body and this predicament very, very stimulating.”
“You’re insane.”
“Time
will tell, Hero. I do have my own version of Ivy’s spray. After I defeat you, I will test it on you and we will see
who is lying,” the villain taunted.
Bane released then swatted the hero’s throbbing cock. The hero’s
manhood was betraying him as his excitement increased. Batman knew that if Bane
was telling the truth and he couldn’t
figure a way out of this, he might be done.
Chapter Four: The Battle Won
Batman was trapped, but not beaten. The hero squirmed, finally
freeing one hand from Bane’s paw.
In one smooth move, he brought his elbow down fast and hard on Bane's thick
shoulder. The hero turned his arm and slammed a fist into the side of the
villain’s head. Bane backed up
and Batman moved in with two karate chops to the neck. His utility belt fell to
the floor behind him, but he couldn't worry about that.
Batman thrust his fist into Bane's wide-open stomach then his
other fist across the villain's jaw! The caped crusader unleashed a series of
punches into the villain's stomach. The hero grabbed Bane's arm and flipped him
over his hip. Bane crashed down hard. Batman mounted the villain and locked on
an arm lock. He forced Bane's arm up his back.
Instead of moaning, he heard laughter. Batman was shocked as Bane
powered his arm free and lifted up, with the hero straddling his back. Batman
toppled off Bane, falling to the side. The villain moved fast and climbed on
top of the hero, pinning him to the floor.
Bane arrogantly sat on the hero's chest, his knees pinning the
hero's shoulders down. Batman knew it wasn't his imagination – Bane was bigger,
definitely over 300-lbs of muscle now. Somehow, the villain was only getting
stronger. Not that it mattered. The dominant villain was in complete control at
the moment. Bane took a minute to reach behind him and squeeze the hero's thick
cock again through his trunks. Batman's eyes rolled back in his head as Bane
fondled him. The villain released the hero's manhood and leaned forward,
repositioning his pouch over Batman's mouth. He rubbed his big package all over
Batman's face, humiliating the hero. Batman managed to throw Bane off him, but
not before tasting the sweat-drenched spandex trunks that the villain wore.
The two men rose and faced off again. Bane moved back as Batman
charged in, fists ready. As the hero came in close, he swung his fists, but the
blows bounced off Bane as though they had no impact! The villain responded by
reaching under Batman's arms and pulling him into a vicious bearhug!
Bane cinched in the hold and squeezed Batman mercilessly! He shook
the hero until Batman couldn't hold in the moans of pain in his back. The
hero's head fell back as he struggled to regain his composure and fight his way
out of the deadly hold. He braced his hands on Bane's thick pecs then his
shoulders. Just when the hero thought it couldn't get any worse, Bane lifted
him off the ground!
The mighty Caped Crusader was desperate for escape. He threw his
arms out wildly, trying to connect with some as yet undiscovered soft spot. The
villain had to have one, didn't he? Bane crushed the hero, as Batman's head
fell forward over Bane's shoulder. Never before had the hero been manhandled
like this. With no utility belt, he had to rely on his strength, which was rapidly
evaporating and his brains. For the first time since he was a novice hero, he
actually wasn't sure he could escape.
Batman focused his mind and reached up with a hand on Bane's face.
He raked across the villain's covered eyes, hoping that would do something. It
did. Bane was momentarily disoriented. He threw the hero to the ground and
shook out his head. Batman crawled on his stomach, trying to will himself to
his feet.
Unfortunately for the hero, the villain recovered faster. Bane
marched up and kicked the rising Batman back to the floor. He stomped the
hero's back again and again. The villain stepped over the small of Batman's
back, planting all his weight on the battered muscles. As Batman struggled to
rise, Bane sat down hard on his back. He grabbed the hero's arms. Batman cried
out, "No, no, no," in anticipation of what was to come. Bane ignored
his protests and powered Batman's thick shoulders over his knees, pulling his
broad chest off the floor. The hero's body was painfully bent backwards and there
was nothing he could do to stop it.
Batman cried out as Bane forced his torso up into the camel
clutch. The villain's fingers were locked under the Caped Crusader's chin. What
was now 300-lbs of muscle was firmly sitting on the small of the hero's back.
Batman had no escape this time, no trick he could pull.
Bane ordered Batman to submit, but the hero steadfastly refused.
Bane wrenched back harder and harder, but still the hero's willpower won and no
submission was given. When Bane repositioned his arms into a sleeper hold,
Batman shook his head in defense, but he couldn't stop the villain.
Within seconds, Bane sleepered Batman into oblivion.
Chapter Five: Asleep
Bane pushed the hero's shoulders off his knees with disgust. The
villain knew he could destroy Batman, but he had hoped for a submission, a
willing admission from the hero that he was defeated. As Batman slept, Bane
walked over and grabbed the hero's famed utility belt. Bane looked through each
compartment. He had to admit, it was an impressive piece of engineering. During
his thorough search, he found quite a few things that interested him.
Bane unfastened his big black belt and strapped the utility belt
around his own waist. The villain admired himself in the mirror for a moment,
but he couldn’t stop glancing down at
the defeated hero. Bane’s
defeat of Batman had gone exactly as planned, but the villain wasn’t yet satisfied. The
diabolical fiend reached into the belt and pulled out smelling salts.
Bane grabbed Batman’s cowl
and pulled the hero’s head
off the floor. The mask stretched, but Bane didn’t bother pulling it off. He knew the hero’s identity. It was a much
better idea for Batman’s
eventual unmasking to be done in public at a time when he was fully awake and
aware. For now, Bane wanted to continue punishing Batman, the great hero of
Gotham, not his alter ego.
Bane forced Batman into a seated position. He stood behind the
hero then opened the pungent concoction. He pulled the hero’s head back and ran it
under the sleeping hero’s nose.
Bane said, “Wake
up, hero. Time for round 2.”
Chapter Six: Awake
Batman woke with a start, coughing from the potent smell that had
forced him into consciousness. The hero shook out the cobwebs, momentarily
confused and dazed. He was seated and sore, his back aching. The hero quickly
assessed the situation – Bane
was behind him, just standing.
The villain stood over Batman, not attacking. The hero’s instincts took over. He
reached back and grabbed Bane’s
ankles. Batman pulled forward, toppling the giant villain. Bane crashed back,
falling on his ass, surprised at the hero's resilience. Batman spun around and
leapt at the villain.
As Batman moved forward, between the villain’s thick legs, Bane
wrapped his legs around the hero, locking his waist in a tight scissors. Batman’s forward momentum came
to a halt as the villain squeezed tightly. In response, the hero drove his
fists into Bane’s bare stomach, just
above the stolen utility belt. Bane grunted, but kept the pressure up.
“How do
you like the belt, Hero? It looks good on me, right? Consider it a souvenir
from round one.”
Batman ignored the villain, but seized the opportunity. He reached
down to open a pouch on the belt. Before he could grab the sleep spray, though,
Bane grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard. Bane used his free arm to drive a
hard forearm into the hero’s big
chest.
Batman grunted. The villain’s
scissors was taking its toll and his arm was trapped in the muscular monster’s unbreakable grip.
Batman pounded on Bane’s
thick chest with his free hand, but it seemed to have no effect. Bane just
laughed off the blows. The hero didn’t know
that Bane’s unnatural strength was
exactly that, unnatural. The villain was chemically enhanced with a steroid
called Venom running through his system. His strength and invulnerability only
increased as he wrestled and the powerful Venom ran through his mighty muscles.
Bane grabbed Batman’s free
wrist and locked it down, too. The hero kicked in frustration, trying to
withstand having his ribs crushed by the thick vice-like grip of the strongest
villain he had ever faced. It became harder and harder for the hero to breathe
as bane’s legs squeezed the life
from him.
Suddenly, Bane pulled Batman’s
hands to the floor then released the scissors. Batman’s wrists were still
trapped, but at least the pressure was off for a moment. Before the exhausted
hero could react, the villain swung his legs up and over the hero’s shoulders. He pushed
down, forcing Batman to slide backwards onto his stomach as Bane's legs tightened.
Bane used his grip on the hero’s wrists to pull his arms up as he closed his legs around the hero’s head. Batman was
trapped again, this time in a head scissors. Bane was only applying half
pressure, but he knew it would be enough. His thick, muscular legs could knock
a man out in seconds. The villain's ankles were locked and secure, resting on
the hero's lower back, holding him down. Bane kept his tight grip on Batman's
wrists, immobilizing the hero.
The hero’s face
was wedged up near the villain’s bulging
pouch, the ears of his mask pointing up. All Batman could see, smell and taste
was Bane’s massive spandex-covered
bulge. Under his black cowl, the hero's head was red from the pressure. These
powerful thighs had nearly crushed his ribs, only the reinforcements in the
mask saved him from being overcome by the pain. Still, the caped crusader could
feel the mask tightening. Batman felt like his head would pop if this
continued. The humiliating position was having another effect on the hero. As
Batman stretched out on his stomach, his cock grew to full mast under him. It
throbbed for attention and release as Bane dominated him.
Bane watched the hero's hips squirm as he held the scissors
tightly. He knew what was going on. He knew the hero was feeling helpless and
horny. Bane laughed as he watched the hero, in dire peril, still rub his crotch
on the floor, trying to get off.
The villain had no intention of letting Batman succeed. He would
decide when the hero would get release and it would be later, much, much later.
Bane upped the pressure on the scissors until Batman's cowl cracked and the
hero cried out in agony. The villain released the scissors and the hero's
wrists. He rolled them over and sat on the hero's face. Bane rubbed Batman's
mouth and nose with his pouch, forcing the hero to breathe nothing but his
scent.
Batman could do nothing but moan and writhe under his dominator's
monstrous package. His own cock was swollen and begging for attention, but the
hero had to focus on Bane. Somehow he had to turn the tables. Again he slid his
hands up Bane's thick legs and over his hard round ass towards the utility belt
that was trapped around a villain's waist for the first time. If he could only
find one weapon ...
Bane enjoyed the feeling of the hero's hands sliding up his bare
legs and over his spandex-covered ass. As Batman reached the belt, though, Bane
rolled away, taking the hero's only hope with him. Bane rose to his feet as
Batman struggled to do the same. When the hero reached a seated position, Bane
moved up behind him.
Batman shook his head out. He knew Bane was behind him, but he
couldn't react fast enough as Bane stepped over his shoulders, forcing his head
down. The villain reached forward and grabbed the hero's right boot. He pulled
the mighty hero's legs up, folding the hero in half. Batman cried out as Bane
stretched him into a position that wrestlers called a stump puller, or more
ominously an "Al Capone cradle".
As he sat on the floor, helpless once again under Bane's superior
strength and skill, Bane stretched him painfully. The malevolent muscle man
swatted his cowl with his free hand, taunting the hero to fight back. Batman
wanted nothing more than to take control and be the dominator, but wanting and
doing are two different things. The hero tried to pull his leg down, but it was
no use. The villain's power was just too much for him. Batman moaned, but did
not beg for freedom. He would not do that.
Bane savored his complete control, but he still wanted more. He
released the hero's leg and stepped back. The villain pulled the hero up by his
trunks and cowl, giving him a wedgie in the process. Batman could only obey. He
swung his arms, hoping to hit some part of Bane, but with the villain behind
him, it was no use. The next thing the hero knew, he was falling back.
Bane had yanked the hero up and now he brought him down, pulling
on the back of his cowl. Batman crashed onto the villain's knee, the impact
sending shock waves of pain through his entire body. Batman cried out as Bane
held him there, across his knee and bent his head down, folding him the wrong
way. The hero was helpless in the backbreaker. Bane used one hand to steady the
hero's legs and the other to force his head back. When the hero was positioned,
Bane slid his hand up from the hero's leg to his bulging crotch.
Batman cried out as Bane grabbed his hard hero cock and started
toying with it. Not enough to allow release, but enough to keep it at the edge.
The hero was the villain's plaything as the combination of pleasure and pain
drove the hero towards madness. Bane was nowhere near done. He stretched the
leg opening of the trunks over the hero's cock and balls, exposing them. The
villain jerked the hero slowly, teasing him.
Batman was in agony from the pain shooting through his already
weakened back, but he was also so close to cumming that his breath grew short
and shallow. The muscle monster heard the change and released the hero's cock.
Bane demanded, "Give in, Batman. Admit defeat!" The hero
refused. Bane increased the pressure. The hero moaned. It had been long minutes
of pain and torment, but Bane kept demanding Batman give into his power.
"I will break your back, Hero! Say it!"
"I ... I ... I submit!"
Months of tiring effort re-capturing villains combined with Bane's
Venom-enhanced power had done it. For the first time ever, Batman had submitted
to another man. Bane laughed. He had done it. Batman had admitted defeat. To
him. He pushed Batman off his knee and onto the floor where the hero writhed in
pain, trying to crawl to freedom.
Bane again used the hero's cowl and trunks to drag him up. Bane
lifted his mask up exposing his mouth. He turned the hero towards him, grabbing
the hero into a powerful embrace around his chest. Batman lacked the strength
to fight back any longer as Bane planted his lips over the hero's. Batman tried
to escape, but it was no use.
With the kiss delivered, Bane pulled his mask back down and
positioned his arms around the hero’s head
in a front face sleeper. Bane teased Batman before tightening his grip. Within
seconds, the hero was unconscious –
totally and completely defeated once again.
Chapter Seven: Asleep
(Again)
With the hero having admitted defeat and now asleep again, Bane
moved to his next step - complete subjugation. The villain got himself ready.
He started by removing the utility belt from around his waist. Then came his
black wrestling boots. Finally, the villain slowly peeling off his singlet,
revealing a tiny silver thong underneath.
The villain stretched. He savored the feeling of being almost
completely free, dressed only in the skimpiest of thongs. Bane then stood over
Batman. He planted a foot on his chest and flexed in victory. The villain put
on a show, posing over his conquest.
It might have seemed odd, but Bane wasn’t only doing this for
himself. No, the villain walked across the room and picked up a hidden
camera that had filmed the entire encounter. He filmed the hero's defeated
carcass, getting close ups of the broken body. Bane knelt down and fondled the
hero's sloppy cock, playing with it for the camera. When he was done, he set
the camera back up.
Bane knelt beside Batman’s
head. He turned it towards him and pulled down the front of his silver thong.
Bane slipped his cock into the hero’s
mouth, leaned forward and fucked the hero’s
face. Instinctively, Batman responded by sucking on the large piece of meat
that invaded his mouth. Bane worked his cock back and forth, making sure that
the hero would wake up with the taste of his cock fresh inside his mouth.
Bane pulled out, slapped the hero’s face with his cock, further humiliating him. Bane tucked his
cock back inside his thong then caressed the hero’s magnificent body. Bane had planned and waited a long time for
this moment. Batman was his, once and for always. But there was more to do.
Bane rose to his feet and stood over Batman. He bent down and
stripped the hero of his trunks. The villain smelled them, taking in his musk.
Batman’s tights had a zipper at
the crotch that enabled him to relieve himself. Bane carefully exposed the hero’s manhood and ass.
Another round with the camera then it was time to wake the hero again.
Bane laughed. He was really going to enjoy this next phase in the
hero's training.
Chapter Eight: Awake
(Again)
Batman awoke, groggy from the beating and sleeper. He quickly
realized that his trunks were gone. Bane was standing across the room, holding
them. He said, "These are my souvenir from round two."
Batman couldn't really move very well, but he tried. He saw that
Bane was stripped to only a small silver thong and feared what was next. The
villain looked ridiculously powerful and supremely confident in victory. Batman
struggled to rise, to fight back, anything that would help him regain control.
Bane sauntered across the room. When he got close, Batman summoned
his strength and slugged him in the gut, but the villain just laughed. Batman
had no idea, of course that the Venom in Bane's veins was at its peak by this
point. He got a clue as the evil wrestler mocked the hero, "Batman, you
would need a sledgehammer to even make a dent. You get weaker, but I only get
stronger."
Bane grabbed the hero by the cowl and forced Batman to look him in
the eyes. Bane said, "You were barely a challenge at the start. Now, you
are nothing. You gave me what I wanted - a submission. So it is time to move
from the fight to the spoils."
Bane lifted a small spray bottle in front of the hero’s face. He said, “I call this my
Bat-phrodisiac. The essence of my masculinity condensed into a concentrated
spray. I told you that my pheromones would work on you. Let us now prove that
theory.”
“No!” The hero cried out and
squirmed, but it was no use.
Bane sprayed the clear liquid into Batman’s face. The hero tried
not to breathe it in, but it was no use.
Within seconds, the mighty hero’s
demeanor changed. Suddenly, the caped crusader stopped struggling and started
moaning. It was Bane’s turn
to laugh as his plan took fruition. The villain forced open Batman’s mouth and sprayed
another dose directly down the hero’s throat.
Batman moaned helplessly, as he lost his will to fight and his natural sexual
attraction to the villainous, but powerful and muscular wrestler was enhanced
to irrational levels.
“You
see, Batman, I told you I have been watching you. I know you are Bruce Wayne. I
know what you like. I have been in your manor. In your bedroom. In your
bathroom. I have seen your porn collection. I have hacked your searches. I know
what turns you on. And it is men like me and situations like this. I realized
that I do not need to kill you. I can easily enslave you. First, with the help
of these enhanced pheromones, but eventually, I will break the Batman and you
will willingly submit to my every desire without any chemical help. You will
live … as my henchman. As my
slave. With you as my front man, Gotham will fall so very easily. No one will
dare defy me.”
Bane rubbed the hero’s
growing cock. Where once the hero was defiant, now Batman was eager. He gyrated
his hips, hoping to increase the pressure on his manhood, hoping for release
from this mighty, sexy man who had him under control. Everything Bane said was
true – the combination of
spandex, bondage and wrestling was exactly what got him off. With Bane’s powerful pheromone
cocktail now in his blood stream, the hero was mentally helpless to resist.
Bane lifted his hand off Batman’s cock. He ordered his slave, “Call me master.”
“Yes,
Master.” Bane brought his hand
down again. Batman moaned, “Unh,
unh, unh,” as he gyrated his hips,
desperate to get off. The hero perverted himself under Bane’s soft touch, but no
release was coming.
Bane stopped rubbing and walked across the room. He no longer
needed to watch the hero. When he ordered the hero to his knees, Batman
complied without question. The hero knelt, head bowed in total submission. But
Bane wasn’t done. Even though
Batman was powerless against his chemical and physical charms, the villain
wanted to savor his brilliant triumph. He was the only man that had both
outfought and outwitted the hero so completely. Bane reached for a collar and
fastened around the kneeling hero’s
neck. He clamped on a leash and gave it a tug.
Bane walked Batman around the room, as a human would a dog. The
caped crusader followed helplessly, but more importantly, he followed
willingly. Bane stopped back in the center of the room. Batman knelt, head
bowed, cock sticking straight out and leaking in excitement.
The villain gave the Caped Crusader an order. Immediately, Batman
obeyed, kissing and licking his master’s
foot. Bane watched the once-mighty hero clean his foot with his tongue. Another
order and the hero was kissing the villain’s cock
through the thong.
Bane ordered the hero to rise. After another order, Batman
stripped his gray bodysuit off, pulling his boots and gloves back on when he
was done. Bane handed the hero his cape, letting him wear it again. The hero
stood before Bane wearing only his cowl, cape, gloves and boots. Bane rubbed
the hero’s bare chest and stomach.
He toyed with his Bat slave’s free
cock and balls. The hero did nothing but moan under his conqueror’s touch.
Bane walked behind the hero. When he came back, he was holding the
hero’s utility belt. The
villain said, “Put this on.” Batman complied. Bane
stood back and admired his handiwork –
Batman, wearing his utility belt, but unable and unwilling to use it. In all
his years of crimefighting, never had the Caped Crusader been so helpless and
enslaved. The Bat-phrodiasac was working like magic, warping the hero’s once-powerful mind.
Bane was just too smart and Batman too weak from the months of
re-capturing his entire rogue’s
gallery and the fight with Bane. With Batman dressed appropriately, Bane moved
on to his next phase of breaking Batman.
Chapter Nine: Bane and
his Bat Toy
Bane pushed Batman back to the wall. The villain felt the hero's
body, running his hands all over Batman's beef. Batman squirmed under the
villain's touch, the chemicals increasing his sensitivity. As Bane reached his
nipples, Batman involuntarily lifted his hands to stop him, unable to take the
physical contact. Bane smiled. His chemicals were working perfectly, as
evidenced by the hero's leaking hard on and heightened arousal, but he wasn't
willing to allow Batman to do anything but suffer.
Bane grabbed some rope and lifted the king-size metal bed frame in
the corner of the room, braced by two walls and furniture. The muscular monster
grabbed the hero's cock and brought the obedient hero forward. The villain
bound Batman's wrists then tied the ropes around the top corners of the frame.
He then did the same with the hero's ankles, spreading his feet slightly. The
defeated crimefighter didn't resist as Bane slipped into the corner behind him
to lift his cape over his shoulder and wrap it around his arm. With 360* access, Bane was ready to
torment the helpless hero and assault his pleasure centers. Bane knew that
Batman had built up a great resistance to pain, but his solitary, driven life
gave him no resistance to pleasure.
The villain rubbed the hero's wide open body, stimulating his
slave. Batman moaned his enjoyment of Bane's touch, but he also shifted and
squirmed helplessly. He couldn't free himself from the bonds that held him, so
he twisted his body, trying to move away from the tender touch. Bane laughed as
he watched Batman's body shudder as he caressed it. He knew that it was driving
the hero crazy.
Batman's breathing was heavy and his he let out small squeals as
Bane rubbed under his arms. The villain stopped and grabbed an electric clipper
from the top of the dresser. He had planned for this and had everything he
needed in close reach. He ran the trimmer up and down the Caped Crusader's
armpits, clearing out the hair. Bane ran his fingers over the smooth flesh and
was rewarded with heightened squeals.
The villain moved to the nipples. He played with the Hero's pecs,
slapping them then caressing them. Slap, caress, over and over again. When the
bulging muscles were red and tender, sensitive to the slightest touch, Bane
stuck his hand into the hotel room ice bucket, which was filled with melting
ice cubes. He brought his cold, wet hand out, holding a couple of the cubes
that remained.
The drugged hero pleaded with the villain to stop, "Please,
no. No. I ... I ... ooh, AHHH." He cried out as Bane teased Batman's left
hard nipple with the cube. The studly hero was reduced to a quivering wimp
under Bane's cold touch. Ice water ran down the hero's torso as his nipple was
frozen and tortured. Bane repeated the torture on his right nipple to even
greater success.
Bane ran an ice cube down the center of the hero's torso. The
villain iced the hero's muscles gently, savoring the hero's contortions,
squeals and begging. Batman was desperate to get free, but he couldn't focus.
His weakened mind was assaulted by the thrill of his fantasies and the power of
Bane's masculinity that coursed through his veins.
Bane knelt down. He moved his hands between the Caped Crusader's
thick legs. Bane started just above the boots and ran his fingers up between
the hero's spread legs. Batman threw his head back. This was one of his most
powerful erogenous zones. The former Dark Knight screamed as Bane's hands, one
warm, one cold, ran up the inside.
Bane kept this up until Batman was nearly crying, begging for
freedom. The hero's cock was at full mast, leaking pre-cum, head purple. The
hero's balls were contracted as he pumped himself, trying to shoot. In
response, Bane dipped his hand into the ice again. He cupped the hero's balls
with his icy hand, the cubes and freezing water sending the hero into shock.
The Caped Crusader was pulled back from the brink of ecstasy by
his frozen balls. He looked down, his glassy eyes trying to focus. Batman lost
his hard on, his cum retreating from the brink, back into his balls. Bane
started playing with his hero slave's balls, pulling and teasing them. The
villain fondled the hero's softening cock and it rose up again. Bane smiled, as
he had averted the hero's release, frustrating the once-powerful hero.
Bane stood up and moved behind Batman, into the corner. He rubbed
the submissive superstud's mighty pecs again, moving in and pressing his hard
cock against the hero's ass. Batman could only moan, overwhelmed by what was
happening. He felt his will breaking, even in the deepest parts of his mind
that were free of the drug. Bane was turning defeat into delight for the hero
and, drugged or not, Batman was losing himself.
When he was done, Bane released the hero's arms, letting them fall
limply to his side. The villain released the hero's ankles and allowed his
slave to stand up straight for only a second before punching the hero's stomach
and forcing him to his hands and knees. Bane grabbed the leash again and pulled
Batman's head up, positioning the hero on his knees.
The villain circled his helpless Batslave, admiring his handiwork.
When he came around front again, the villain lifted his foot and pushed Batman
onto his back. The helpless hero toppled over, falling onto his back. Bane
planted a foot on his chest. He took a moment to look down at his slave, who
looked back with glassy, submissive eyes.
As the hero laid there, Bane stripped off his thong. He grabbed
Batman’s spandex-kevlar unitard
and pulled it on, stretching the fabric to its limits over his muscles. Bane’s cock and balls hung out
the front. The evil monster savored the feeling of the suit, knowing that it
was a symbol of his complete dominance.
Now suited up, Bane looked down at the pathetic creature on the
floor. He realized that this was fun, but for his next step, he wanted the real
Batman, not the pheromone-enslaved Batman. Bane grabbed another spray and
coated the hero's face with it.
Seconds later, Batman blinked and Bane saw the horror in his eyes.
The hero saw Bane’s masked face then the
bodysuit – the villain was defiling
his costume by wearing it. The former Dark Knight was coming back to his right
mind, remembering everything. He remembered being walked like a dog. He
remembered stripping and calling Bane master. As Batman regained control, he
instinctively reached for his utility belt.
Bane grabbed the hero's wrist and pulled it away from the belt. He
stood and pulled Batman up with him. Batman struggled, but even at full
strength he was outclassed. After the beating, it was no contest. Bane wrapped
the hero's cape around his head, smothering and blinding him. The muscular
monster locked on a hard full nelson, forcing Batman into the wall. The villain
pressed his cock against the Caped Crusader's ass. Bane moved his hips,
taunting the helpless hero.
When he was done, Bane maneuvered the hero across the room,
holding onto the full nelson tightly. He let go, unwrapped the cape then forced
Batman over the table. He pushed the cape out of the way and slapped the hero's
ass until it was red. The hero moaned from the spanking, but when he tried to
resist, Bane slammed him back over the table. To his credit, Batman never gave
up the futile struggle, which is exactly what Bane wanted.
After tenderizing the hero's ass, the villain was ready to mount
his conquest. The villain's thick cock was hard and lubed. Bane grabbed
Batman's arms and folded them up his back to keep the hero helpless. Using his
grip to steady himself, Bane shoved his cock into Batman's ass, hard and fast.
The hero was no virgin, but he was still tight. The Caped Crusader moaned as
Bane forced his cock inside, splitting his ass.
Bane knew that fucking Batman while wearing his suit was the
ultimate corruption of this once proud man and symbol. The muscleman laughed at
Batman’s gyrations and attempts
to rise. He planted his hands on the hero’s
back, pinning him over the table for good.
Bane stood behind the hero and pounded his cock back-and-forth
into Batman's hole. He raped the defeated hero without mercy, adding to the
long list of crimes he had committed. Bane loved dominating other men,
especially strong, confident men, like Batman. The hero of Gotham, a member of
the Justice League, was his fuck toy, his total bitch. Batman's moans were like
music to the villain's ears.
Bane was right - domination, spandex, wrestling and bondage were
all fantasies for the hero. Now he was actually being topped by a superior man
- bigger, stronger, smarter and a wrestler. But that didn't mean Batman stopped
struggling. He kept trying to break free the entire time, but there was just no
hope.
Bane pulled out of the hero’s ass
and grabbed Batman’s
cowl. He pulled him up and threw the helpless hunk of beef to the ground.
Batman tried to crawl away, but Bane was on top of him in seconds. He lifted
the hero’s boots up over his
shoulders and mounted him again. In this position, Batman was forced to look at
Bane on top of him, wearing his Batsuit, while fucking him like the bitch he
had become. It was beyond humiliating; it was a step towards breaking the hero’s will.
The defeated Dark Knight’s eyes
betrayed the depth of the impact this had on his psyche. Bane was a brilliant
criminal mastermind and he saw the hero’s
confidence and willpower evaporate. When the hero stopped struggling and
accepted the fucking, Bane knew that Batman was a step closer to being his
property permanently.
With Batman’s
surrender, Bane finally gave in and let his load blast into the hero's ass,
filling it with his cum. He shot again and again, seeding the hero and filling
him with his man-juice. Batman felt the cum inside him and shook. Only when
Bane was drained and soft did he withdraw. When he pulled back and released
Batman's legs, the hero tried to move away, only to receive another face full
of pheromones. Within seconds the hero fell back into his submissive,
drug-induced stupor.
Chapter Ten: Bane
Triumphant
After finishing his brutal fucking of the once-mighty Batman, Bane
stood over his drugged out victim, laughing at the hero’s delirious gyrations.
Bane wiped his cock off on Batman’s cape
and admired the view of the muscular hero, drenched in sweat, cock hard, legs
spread, ass leaking his over-sized load of cum.
Bane towered over his victim, looking down at the writhing and
horny hero. Gotham’s
champion was nothing now. Bane couldn’t
resist the desire to flex, the Venom coursing through his veins was still
giving him heightened strength and size. The hero’s
humiliation was complete.
For now.
For now.
Bane reached down and took back the hero's utility belt. He
checked the settings and secured it around his own waist again. Bane knew that
it would come in handy. He tucked his cock and balls into the hero’s unitard and zipped up.
He put his boots back on and admired himself in the mirror.
Bane grabbed the end of the leash and dragged the hero to his
hands and knees. Batman crawled beside his master, head bowed, cock still hard
and throbbing. At this point, he was nothing more than an obedient dog.
Bane opened the door to the adjoining room, entering it. In the
middle sat Lois Lane, unconscious, bound and gagged. Behind her, sat a fit man
wearing all black. Bane said, “Clean
up.” The man nodded and ran
into the room. He paused to look at Batman as he passed, smiling broadly. The
man knew he bet on the right horse this time, working with Bane. Batman on his
knees! Amazing.
Alone with Lois, Bane walked up to her and slapped her awake. Lois
stirred then awoke fully. Now conscious, she just stared at Bane with hard
eyes. It took her a moment, but she realized that he was wearing Batman’s suit and utility belt.
She realized that Batman must have arrived for their meeting, been ambushed and
lost a battle.
Through her gag, she blurted a muffled, “What have you done with
Batman?”
Bane yanked on the leash and Batman crawled into view. Lois
shouted, “BATMAN!” Her heart sank as she
saw the naked, defiled hero. She struggled for freedom, but Bane saved her the
trouble. He walked up to her, loosened her bindings, but didn’t undo them.
Bane said, “Thank
you, Ms. Lane, for leading the hero into my trap. I could not have succeeded
without you. If you are as resourceful as I have heard, you will be able to
escape those ropes within 15 minutes.”
Still gagged, an angry Lois clearly shouted, “FUCK YOU!”
With that, Bane pulled Batman to his feet. He walked the hero
hound by his leash down the hall to the elevator and into the lobby. There was
an odd odor throughout the hotel and when they reached the lobby, Batman saw
guests and employees all unconscious. Had he been more aware, he would have
realized that Bane had flooded the hotel’s
ventilation system with knockout gas. Without help, these people wouldn’t wake for hours.
Bane pulled the hero to his feet. He moved in behind him and
wrapped his arms around the hero’s head
and neck. He tightened his grip and the sleeper knocked Batman out immediately. Bane's men had shut down the video monitoring system, so no one would see what had happened. Now, he somewhat regretted that his domination of Batman would not be seen more broadly. Still, he had bigger plans and secrecy was important.
The villain lifted Batman over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, walking out to the
Batmobile. They passed more of Bane’s
henchmen, who had secured the front entrance, sending people to wait in the
back of the hotel “for
security reasons”. The caped cumdumpster
didn’t even react to the brisk
night air as it hit his naked body. Bane loaded the hero into the passenger seat
and started the car. He knew how to drive it, having learned as part of his
surveillance.
The villain drove them towards the Batcave, under Wayne Manor,
although it would now be called Bane Manor, for all intents and purposes. Yes,
Bane’s plan was going
perfectly. Batman was defeated and on his way to being completely broken.
Gotham’s villains were locked
away in Arkham with new, tighter protocols. It wouldn’t take long for Bane and
his trained Bat-henchman to conquer the Gotham underworld.
As Bane drove down the deserted highway towards the Batcave, he
saw Gotham downtown in his rearview mirror. Soon, it would all be his. The
villain smiled and stepped on the gas.
The End
Man, this story. It's pretty special to me, not just because it's unbelievably hot, but because it's how I I found your stories. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that you're able to share it with a wider range of people now that it's available here. And, I know it's probably selfish of me to suggest, but I'd love to see another superhero tale in this style from you again.
Thanks for the comment. I don't think I knew this was how you found the other stories.
DeleteThere's definitely the desire to write more on my part, it's a matter of finding the will and the idea.
Alex R:
ReplyDeleteI really liked this superhero story. From my analytical point of view it really showcases your writing range. Its very different than anything else you have written. A little darker which I personally like! I think they would be a hit. The whole phermones aspect is quite hot. Bondage, slave etc. But it was not presented in a raunchy way. Very well done. Looking forward to more stories like this.
Thanks for the comment. I think a lot of guys like darker stories, but this is about the limit of darkness for me. It's just not what I like to write most of the time. Depends on my mood, I guess.
DeleteDamn i finally finished reading this and after seeing this and the latest Cave chapter im excited to see you write another Superhero story in the future. My favorite part is when bane had total control over batman and put him on a leash hopefully more villians hear about banes triumph and take on there own heroes! As always great story Alex keep them coming!
ReplyDeleteThanks. I'd like to write more superhero stories. I just have to think of an idea that I feel isn't just the same thing over and over again (hero falls into trap, gets defeated, enslaved, etc.). I've thought about a series about some recurring characters, that way readers can get more involved in their lives and I can put them in different situations.
DeleteA recurring character sounds like a good idea would it be a villian taking down heroes to make a collection or a hero trying to figure out whats going on and tries to help his fellow heroes? Or maybe both perspectives? Either way im excited to see if anything comes up down the road.
ReplyDeleteIt would be a hero. I've started a couple of different options, but I can't quite get it done. Maybe one day.
DeleteRicky, here. -- Really hot story, and nicely written.
ReplyDeleteLove the idea of macho super heroes taken down -- but not totally, or forever overcome. Give the tease of their possible escape and restoration. After all, that's why we love them, they are super. And desirable.
This one I didn't care for how the Venom made the guy too much, increasingly stronger. Maybe it could be he just somehow managed to overcome mighty muscle with his own skill, and without drugging sprays. Surprising both himself and Batman that he was better than what he had thought he could be. Sort of like he almost had a inner desire to be like one of these heroes himself, but to prove himself to himself he decides he has to be as powerful as them, first, and take them down. Then he can be king of the whole group... after he's had his way with them..... Turning these macho men into hungry servants for his pleasure.
Also don't care for Batman having a silly fetish (why make it warpy queer?).
Rather, have Batman just plain being overcome by being overcome, always having had a hard-on for magnificent muscle, and finding it triggers something in him he never expected... and thus, almost falling in love with his captor, wanting to please him... and in process finds he does. Oh, maybe a little drugging, and humiliating domination, yeah. But then the captor also rather falling for his victim, too. Finding it is mutally rewarding, and gets him hotter than he ever expected... the element of "caring" he never expected, either. One can still dominate the other, okay, keep Batman on a leash for his playboy... but learning to cherish him in the process. Maybe holding him hostage to lure in the big gun: Superman. Who can take down Superman?
Batman was a real prize!! But Superman is top of the line. And then, somehow he does, no Kryptonite needed. He somehow does something Superman falls for, and ensnares him with Superman's own abilities -- surprising them both. And enslaving the Man of Steel... until somehow, there is a rescue, but it may be awhile... heh, heh.
Yea, a lot of these stories run on the same thread over and over, from site to site. Big man downed, turned into a willing slave, and fucked forever after, and loving it. Think we all have a desire to have our own big muscle man for our toy convenience; but really, I'd rather have an equal give and take, whether he's massively built or more realistically real.
(I have a story of my own in mind; Superman taken down in a very unique way, one incredible weakness no one's dreamed of. But I'm already hot on my own erotic novel, and don't have the time.)
Yea, I like the collector idea. Rounding up these superheroes one by one, and they disappear... finding by each other that the others have been captured, and it is now the current one being taken down, and he has no resistance... and discovers to his own shock his fate will be as theirs. Who can possibly set them free? (And... do they finally want to be?)
Ahh, but some unsuspected hero must appear. And the evil villain must at last be conquered, though he has had his way with these hunks, until they are almost mindless, and it will take a lot to restore them. Or it could be, they have been so impressed with him, they try to persuade him to be one of their own. And they all.... live happily ever after. Never forgetting the joy their master gave them, and eager to keep on enjoying each other, with a super strong bonding. Not a free-for-all. But learning they need each other in a way not expected, and don't want it to end... with some of them pairing up, and aching to do so. What he's taught them. One big fraternity of lovers. Cool!
Ricky, thanks for the comment. I appreciate you taking the time to go into such detail.
DeleteYou've given this a lot of thought. You should write your ideas into a story series and share it. They sound cool.
Thank you, Alex, for this masterpiece! Batman and Bane's fight scenes are done superbly, one of my favorite fan fiction in the net. I hope you find another intriguing idea to put Batman on. (And Tarzan,too, hehe)
ReplyDeleteA masterpiece? Wow, thanks for that!
DeleteNo new plans for Batman right now, but I do have a new Tarzan story coming in March. It's very different, more like a traditional Tarzan movie. Hopefully guys still like it.
Awesome, Alex! Looking forward to it, especially, since I extremely enjoyed your Tarzan and the twins of Tibor
Deleteamazing story line. nice build up. i like the details leading up to batman vs bane. the unfolding and details showcase your writing abilities. the fetishes of bruce wayne very hot and believable. really enjoyed your story.
ReplyDeleteThanks! I don't know how I missed your comment but I appreciate it.
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ReplyDeleteAwesome story!
You cunningly and with great skill wrote an Ace fiction. Having Batman receive his ultimate defeat and give his utter submission to Bane was HOT as Fuck! I'm a big fan of bottom, bitched Batman taking cock from any Male Villain. And you delivered a massive amount of satisfaction with this tale... ... ... equal to the satisfaction Bane got in subjugating Batman and the massive load of cum Bane dumped up the Dark Knight's hole.
Although Bane did cheat, lol. From making certain Batman was worn down from those months of capturing the villains and not being able to access the Bat Utility Belt. Add in Bane's venom enhancements, etc, and that leads me to mock Bane's statement about it being a fair fight, "... mano-a-mano..." However, my mocking, lol, lol, lol, doesn't take any of the heat from Bane's conquest of HIS Bat-Bitch. Bane was the complete tactician, manipulator, and TOP-tier alpha to take down and enslave one of the world's top-tier alpha superheroes.
YOU WROTE THE COMPLETE DECIMATION OF BATMAN SO WELL! Welllllllll, I suppose the main part of said decimation, but our dear Bat, aka Bruce Wayne, still needs more training. The Dark Knight must be completely broken, both will AND house... as in house broken. Like a properly trained bitch on his collar and lead. And without Bane's special juju pheromone spray. The actual Batman|Bruce, free of any controlling spray. Giving his very all; mind, heart, spirit in service to his hunky, hot, Master Bane.
As an aside: did you ever write part 2 or more of this stellar AU? One where we get to read about Bane gaining his rewards. A totally OWNED, totally BITCHED, totally BROKEN BATMAN & BRUCE WAYNE! A continuance where Bane forces his huge python cock down Batman's throat. Etc, etc, etc...
Thanks for writing and sharing your fantastic story!
Hey, Dude! I just wrote the previous comment.
ReplyDeleteI forgot to add several additional items I enjoyed in the story.
Batman in his classic costume, especially the skintight briefs. Yum!
Bane dressing in most of the Bat-costume to mind-fuck and humiliate Batman was great. However, I wish he'd also worn the briefs, too! I absolutely love that shiny, Speedo-like, skintight part of Batman's costume. Tasty!
Thanks!