Heroes: Bane of My Existence 3

Bane of my Existence 1

Bane of my Existence 2

Previously, the villainous Bane’s nefarious plot to weaken Batman, Gotham City’s greatest champion, climaxed in the hero’s defeat and humiliation (BoME 1). Superman saved the day, leaving Batman in the care of his butler Alfred and eventually defeating Bane. Unfortunately, Alfred is actually an enemy not an ally. He’s the one who hired Bane to destroy Batman! The malevolent manservant betrays Superman and both heroes ended up captured. (BoME 2)

Meanwhile, earlier that same evening ...

Chapter 1: Henchmen!

The twin black motorcycles eased down the deserted road towards the coordinates with their headlights off. The moon was the only illumination along this desolate unmapped road. Even GPS had no idea it existed. The dense forest formed a canopy overhead, dimming the moonlight. While the lights of Gotham City could be seen in space, they were completely blocked by trees and hills. The riders glided into the trees behind cover.

This was it.

The two men slid off their motorcycles, removing their helmets to reveal their masked heads, intense eyes, frowning mouths and square jaws. The lead biker used his special mapping app to confirm what he already knew. These were the exact right coordinates. He breathed in and out slowly. As he calmed himself, he counted backwards, easing into serenity. He was ready.

The 6’5”/270-lbs Black muscleman went by Crush now. When he looked around, the tall bruiser saw nothing but trees and rock. He knew they were somewhere near the remote mansions of Gotham City’s oldest and richest families. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t care. Crush knew that he was on the winning side this time. If his boss wanted him to stand in this forest all night, he would do it. This was a henchmen’s life and he was a very good henchman.

Crush carefully unzipped his black leather jacket, revealing his bare muscular torso. He slipped the jacket off, lying it on his bike. He unfastened the belt of his leather chaps that protected his thick bare legs while riding. He slid them off, enjoying the freedom as the night air whipped over his flesh. He kept his black leather gloves on, along with his tall black leather boots and black spandex briefs. This was his uniform now and he liked it. Not that he had a choice.

Crush!

Behind Crush, his partner Crash stripped down to his matching uniform. The 5’8”/220-lbs white bodybuilder confirmed that they were in the right place. The right place just happened to feel like the wrong place. Crush would’ve normally resented someone double checking his work, but he understood. They were new partners and blind trust was a luxury neither man could afford.

Crash!

In unison, the musclemen checked the time. They had not heard from their colleagues, so there was nothing more for them to do but bide their time. Crush started down the deserted road, his senses on high alert. Crash followed, quietly admiring the big man’s incredible body as he trailed him. After three minutes, they reached the next coordinates. A dirt and gravel turnout in front of a rocky mound. There was a shallow cave, only a few feet deep. They looked in and saw nothing but a solid rock wall at the back. It was definitely a strange place to wait.

They listened to the night. Nothing but nature. The dark, creepy and secluded woods would unnerve most people but neither man scared easily. They felt confident they could handle any threat that came along. Well, any threat save for one man, but if all went as planned, their days of being ruthlessly brutalized by him were over. Crush adjusted his manhood as he thought about that. Crash licked his lips as he watched his partner’s packed pouch shift around.

The smaller henchman was new to the team, having been previously employed by the Penguin as ‘Gentoo’ with a ridiculous outfit to match the ridiculous name. The Penguin liked his henchman short and strong, so he loved Crash. Literally. Last week when his boss had been captured by Batman, yet again, Crash had avoided the same fate by slipping into the sewers. He would not miss the lengthy fuck sessions with the squat, smelly, small-dicked aristocrat.

No one noticed him vanish and no one cared about one missing hired thug. The only person who looked for him was Bane, a new and unknown player in the Gotham crime scene. And he easily found him the next day. That alone impressed Crash, but Bane was also a massive strongman in wrestling gear with equally massive promises. The new villain scared him immediately, which Crash took as a good sign that he was for real. He didn’t know if Bane would do any better against Batman than his old one did, but he couldn’t do any worse.

Bane!

On the other hand, Crush was Bane’s first recruit. A former aspiring pro wrestler, he was too brutal for the choreographed fight scene. Crush served as muscle for Two-Face for years then The Riddler for the past 18 months. Like Crash, his boss had been nabbed in Batman’s recent month-long sweep of Gotham City. To recruit Crush, Bane simply challenged him to a fight. The way the villain manhandled him proved that he was the man. Respect and loyalty earned.

Crash broke the silence, “So, how long do you think we’ll be out here?”

“Until we’re told otherwise.”

“What do you wanna do? Just stand around?”

Crush looked at his smaller partner, checking him out. He finally said, “We could fuck.”

Crash lit up. He liked this guy. “Yeah, we could, but who’s top? Wanna flip for it?”

The bigger man suddenly swung around. He used his body to force the smaller stud back against the rocky hill. THUD! The massive muscleman grabbed Crash’s wrists and lifted them up, holding them against the rough rock. He pinned his fellow henchman with his massive body, pressing their muscles together. He snarled, “How ‘bout we fight for it?”

Crash quickly said, “C’mon, man. I don’t think Bane would like coming here and finding you knocked out with my cum leaking outta your ass.”

Crush laughed, a rare occurrence. The bigger man actually backed off. He tapped Crash’s masked cheek, “Funny. I like that. Let’s see what you got.” He reached down into his partner’s black briefs, grabbing his bulge. As he fondled the meat inside the tiny black trunks, he nodded, “Not bad. Real thick. How ‘bout we switch? For making me laugh, I’ll let you go first.”

Crash nodded, “Deal, big man. Definitely a deal.”

The smaller bodybuilder pushed the compliant Crush around so his back was against the rock wall. Crash carefully caressed the chiseled muscleman’s torso. Yeah, this was already turning out to be a great night. The two men peeled off their trunks then Crash spun the big muscleman around. Crush braced against the rock wall, letting his partner-in-crime for the evening control him. The muscular fireplug knelt down and spit at the black man’s hole.

Crash buried his face between the large butt cheeks. He licked his partner’s hole before sliding his thick, gloved, index finger inside him. Crush grunted as he was penetrated. He spread his legs wider to lower his butt to give the shorter stud easier access. The smaller hunk worked the tight ass open as he jerked his dick. He rose, positioning his stacked 7” cock at Crush’s hole.

Crash asked, “You ready, big man?”

“I was born ready, man. Fuck me.” The shorter stud plunged in and Crush moaned into the night. He grunted, “Do it!”

The powerful fireplug pushed deeper inside. Crush encouraged the smaller stud to pound him harder. He liked it rough and let his partner know it. Crash started hammering the big black ass, furiously pounding the massive muscleman as rough as he could. The wind rustled around their mostly naked bodies as their moans filled the air. They quickly burned off their nervous energy as they were engrossed by their lust.

Crash was quickly brought to climax. He gasped, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

“Yeah, fill me up, bitch! Fill my motherfucking ass!”

The smaller stud obliged, unleashing his seed inside the massive muscleman. Crash cried out as he pumped. With his excitement building, the smaller stud gasped and erupted inside Crush. He thrust in and out until he was drained. When he was done, the smaller stud collapsed against the rock wall. He smiled as the big man towered in front of him.

Crush leaned in a kissed the smaller stud. He said, “Nice job. You ready, little man?”

Crash spun around and thrust his ass out, “Yeah, gimme that monster cock. Gimme all you got!”

The big Black henchman whistled, “Damn, that’s one fine ass.”

Crush moved in fast. He ruthlessly bred Crash, but no matter what he did, the smaller stud begged for more. It felt great to have a real man inside him again after months of the Penguin. Except for Bane, Crush was the biggest and hottest guy on the crew. The minute he’d seen the big man, Crash wanted him. Now, he had him and it was all he’d hoped for.

Crush grunted, his load quickly rising as he went all out on the eager hunk. He reached out his long arms and grabbed Crash’s thick shoulders for leverage. The big muscle hunk pumped and pounded in deep, slamming into the muscular fireplug. He growled then erupted inside Crash. He kept pumping, unleashing the seemingly endless reserves in his massive balls. Cum dripped to the ground, Crash’s tight ass unable to contain all the seed.

Crush slowed down, riding Crash until he was drained. When he finally finished, the smaller stud jerked out a second load, spraying the rock wall. He turned and collapsed against it again, sweaty and satisfied. Crush picked up their trunks and the two men faced off, their cocks growing again as they checked out each other’s powerful muscular bodies. Crash asked, “Think we got time for another round?”

VROOM!

The henchmen’s muscles tightened and their heads rose. They listened. A motorcycle was coming in fast. They grabbed their trunks, dove into the brush and moved as far back as they could. Crush pushed Crash behind him and they ducked. Just in time, too. The bike appeared and turned sharply right at where they had just been. It raced forward at the shallow cave.

SCREECH!

The blue and black bike barely stopped in time. The rider revved the bike. He flicked switches and flashed lights. Nothing happened. The hidden musclemen exchanged glances. They were confused, but more importantly, they were nervous. Why was he here? Who was he so obviously signaling? What should they do? This was not part of the plan.

Bane never said anything about Nightwing showing up.

Nightwing!

Chapter 2: Nightwing!

Crash grabbed for his trunks to put them on, but Crush stopped him. The big Black muscleman actually peeled off his own mask and gloves. The smaller stud looked at him confused, but he trusted his partner. He did the same. Wearing only boots, the hidden henchmen watched the strange standoff between the legendary hero and the rock wall, trying not to make a sound.

The henchmen admired the famous Nightwing. Once a sidekick, he was now a hero in his own right, patrolling neighboring Bludhaven and making criminals’ lives miserable there. His costume fit like a second skin and left nothing to the imagination. Muscle rippled underneath from head to toe. The upper back was a perfect-V, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His curves of his eight-pack abs were clear from the side. A gymnast and acrobat, the young man had built powerful legs and a spectacular buttocks.

On the motorcycle, the mountainous cheeks were pointed up and out, beautifully cupped by the bodysuit. Crush would have loved to take a crack at the lithe hero, but that wasn’t the plan. Why was Nightwing here? And where was Bane? Were things already going to crap?

Nightwing shut off the bike and slid off. He removed his helmet and walked to the wall. The hero stood there, playing with his wristlet. Nothing happened. He cursed and moved back to his bike. The henchmen relaxed, hoping this was over. Suddenly, the hero stopped. He looked at the rock wall then ground. Crush and Crash tensed as he examined the area.

The handsome hero reached out put his glove on the drying cum stain. He brought his fingertips to his nose and sniffed. He extended his tongue and touched it to the drop of Crash’s cum. Nightwing knelt and repeated the steps with Crush’s spilled sperm. He rose slowly then quickly unfastened his twin metal fighting batons. He searched the surrounding area, noticing the trampled ground. Nightwing pointed one baton directly at the bushes where the musclemen were hidden.

“Stand up.”

Crash started to panic, but Crush held up his hand to calm him. The big Black muscleman rose slowly with his hands raised. He tried to act nervous, which wasn’t that hard given that this was a huge fuck-up. Nightwing’s eyes narrowed as he took in the naked Black muscleman. The young hero flicked his baton, motioning for Crush to come forward into the clearing.

Crush stepped forward. He said quickly, “Look, I’m sorry. I know it’s probably illegal to jack-off in the woods, but please, don’t arrest me, man. I just needed to let off some steam. I didn’t think it was a big deal. No one’s around. I can’t have this get out. I’m a good guy. I’m just a high school gym teacher, but this could ruin me. Have a heart, man. Please?”

Nightwing looked at the man, keeping his face passive. He asked, “How did you get here?”

“My motorcycle. I parked it back there. I didn’t even know anyone used this road.”

“Where’s your buddy?” Crush’s eyes went wide. The hero explained, “I don’t know if you’re being chivalrous to protect someone or hiding him, but I do know that you weren’t alone here. The boot prints are too big for most women and the cum on the rock is different than the stuff on the ground. It’s all fresh, so he must be nearby. Where is he?”

Crash rose from his hiding spot with his arms up. He moved up beside his partner. He lowered his right arm and wrapped it around the big muscleman’s waist lovingly and squeezed. Nightwing assessed the situation. It was believable. Two naked musclemen in a moonlight rendezvous. And they seemed genuine. They were nervous. And affectionate. It could just be coincidence that they found this location.

The hero relaxed, lowering his baton and wagged it, “Go.”

Crush relaxed, “Thanks, man. You’re my favorite hero. I seriously mean that.”

Nightwing turned his back to the musclemen to get his phone. The naked henchmen stood still for a moment in their boots. They exchanged glances. If they could capture Nightwing, Bane would be impressed. If they lost, it would hurt. And if they ran, they could face worse repercussions if Bane showed up to an ambush. He might get pissed at their cowardice. With a nod and a head tilt, they tensed up again. Suddenly, they charged in unison at Nightwing’s back.

Unfortunately for the henchmen, Nightwing didn’t believe in coincidences.

The prepared hero smoothly spun and ducked, sweeping his batons and slamming them into the charging henchmen’s abs. WHACK! THUD! OOF! OOF! They bent forward. The hero rose and hit them across the back. WHACK! WHACK! Crush and Crash dropped to their hands and knees on either side of Nightwing. He stood over them and pressed the ends of his batons on the back of their necks. He pushed their faces down to the dirt as a warning not to move.

Nightwing said, “You really should’ve walked away.”

Crush growled as he stared at the ground, “I was gonna say the same thing to you, man.”

Nightwing ignored the threat, “Okay, let’s try this again. I’m Nightwing. Who are you?”

“I’m Crush. He’s Crash.”

“Thank you. Good solid henchmen names. You are henchmen, right?” Neither man replied, so the hero nodded, “I’ll take silence as a ‘yes’. Who do you work for?”

“You better hope you never find out.”

“C’mon. He - or she - left you out in the woods. They’re not a good boss. They don’t deserve your loyalty. Just tell me and no one needs to get hurt.”

Crush replied, “You know, I remember you from your Robin days. Cute little prettyboy punk jumping around and kicking everyone with your bare legs and pixie boots. Rule was, we had to go easy on you, because you were just a stupid kid. But you’re what now? 20? 21? Yeah, you’re all-man, ain’t you? No limits anymore.”

Nightwing looked down at the big Black muscleman. He said, “You were one of Two-Face’s thugs. Gemini?”

“You remember me, too? What, was I your teenage dream? Lemme up and we can make your fantasy a reality. Add your cum to the pool.” Nightwing’s eyes strayed to the crouched henchman’s bare mountainous ass, but he stayed quiet. Crush continued, “I was Conundrum for the Riddler, too. Fought you Bat-types a lot, but I gotta say, your replacements couldn’t hold a candle to you. Yeah, you’re still the best sidekick Batman ever had.”

“Gee, thanks.” The hero pushed down on his baton, forcing Crush’s face into the dirt. He said sternly, “Who do you work for? Quit stalling.”

“Not stalling.” Crush growled, “Distracting.”

From the side, Crash launched himself sideways into Nightwing’s legs. WHACK! The impact toppled him over on top of Crush’s back. The bigger muscleman grabbed the hero by the head and leg and rose up, holding his sexy little foe across his back. As the lightweight stud squirmed, the massive henchman simply fell back, driving him onto the gravel road with his 270-lbs of muscle on top of the stunned stud. SPLAT!

As soon as Crush rolled off, Crash was in the air, doing a full flip. He splashed down on top of the shocked hero. SPLAT! The rock-solid muscleman stayed on Nightwing, pinning him down as the bigger muscleman ripped the hero’s batons out of his limp hands. Crash rose up and his partner tossed him one of the batons. The henchmen slapped their hands with the metal rods.

Nightwing rolled over and struggled to rise. The bigger muscleman kicked him in the side. WHOMP! The hero spun and rolled along the gravel. He stopped at Crash’s feet. As the lean stud pushed up, the stocky henchman slammed Nightwing’s own baton across the hero’s back. BANG! He collapsed down. Crush closed in, admiring the firm round ass of the struggling stud.

The henchmen towered over the hero, naked except for their boots. Their cocks grew as the enjoyed dominance over the lean-muscled stud. Crush put his boot on the back of Nightwing’s neck, pressing his handsome face into the gravel. Crash seductively ran his metal rod down the struggling former sidekick’s spine then pressed it down between the firm butt cheeks. Nightwing grunted as he felt his own weapon and costume pushed into his hole.

Crush smiled at his partner, “All right, Crash. Let’s have some fun.”

Chapter 3: Fight!

Nightwing knew he was in trouble. He made a rookie mistake, letting himself get distracted by Crush’s ... assets. It’d been too long since he’d had sex. Not that it mattered. With the powerful henchmen armed with his weapons and towering over him, he had to focus. The young hero was just glad that they seemed as horny as he was. Maybe he could work that angle.

The hero writhed seductively, raising his ass and clenching his butt cheeks in his spandex. Crash said, “I think he likes having this rod up there. Maybe not the first time? That right, bird boy? You use these as dildos?”

“Never, you sick freak!”

Crash knelt down to get in a better position, “Oh yeah, talk nasty to me, skinny man.”

The stocky stud pressed the baton harder against the seductively struggling hero’s ass. Nightwing let out a high-pitched gasp, along with several meek pleas for him to stop. The pressure from Crush’s boot eased against the lean-muscled man’s neck as the bigger henchman enjoyed the show. He was really looking forward to this. What a muscle butt!

Nightwing planted his hands and suddenly burst up. The baton pressed harder against his ass, but he powered through it. He swung his legs up, knocking Crash back and kicking both boots into Crush’s body. BUMP! THWAK! The henchmen stumbled back. Nightwing dropped into a crouch and assumed a fighting stance. Years of training kicked in as he steeled his will.

The henchmen rose up quickly, only to get knocked down again as Nightwing leapt up, simultaneously kicking Crush in the stomach and punching Crash in the face. THUD! POW! Assessing the threat, the athletic muscleboy knew he needed his staff back. As he landed on one foot, he flipped forward, gracefully grabbing his baton that had fallen from Crash’s hand.

Crush rose first. He charged in, swinging his half of Nightwing’s famous staff. The handsome hero met the charge, parrying the reckless charge. CLANG! The smaller stud ducked a fist, coming in underneath with a hard strike to the big muscleman’s ripped abs. WHACK! Another spin got him behind Crush. He struck fast with a baton to the kidneys. WHACK!

The big henchman stumbled forward. He turned, barely blocking another strike. CLANG! The force knocked the baton from his hand and sent it flying along the ground. Crush growled as he was now the unarmed man facing an armed opponent. He didn’t appreciate the role reversal, but he braced for battle. The two men circled cautiously, looking for an opening.

As Nightwing turned, Crush suddenly lunged. It was reckless, enabling the young hero to get in another hard shot to the body. WHOMP! OOF! It was also a distraction. Nightwing sensed Crash coming at him. He turned to deflect the attack, but he was surprised to see the stocky stud leaping at him, tucked into a ball. His thick muscles acted as a battering ram as he barreled into Nightwing. SLAM! The two men toppled to the ground.

Crash smoothly rolled and spun to face the rising Nightwing. He smiled, “Now you know why they call me Crash, skinny man.”

The handsome hero had no time to respond. Crush was closing in fast. Nightwing turned and kicked up, but this time, his boot just bounced off the thick abdominal muscle wall. THUD! The bigger muscleman powered through, using his huge wingspan to grab the lean hero around the biceps. Crush locked his hands behind him and leaned back, lifting Nightwing’s boots off the ground. The lean-muscled stud groaned as his body was squeezed by the powerful henchman.

Crash laughed, “And that’s why he’s called Crush! Now, I’ll take that!”

The stocky stud tore the baton from Nightwing’s hand. The helpless hero struggled, but it was like being trapped by a python. With his elbows pinned to his side and his boots dangling, he had no range of motion. The bigger henchman’s muscles grew and the pressure increased. Nightwing tried to wriggle free, but it was impossible. Behind him, Crash grabbed the hero’s costume at the ass crack.

“Let’s see if your ass is as amazing as everyone says.”

With a hard tug, Crash pulled, tearing the spandex open. He ripped it out wide, exposing the hero’s disproportionately large ass and learning that Nightwing wore nothing under his suit. The smooth mounds of muscle tensed as the wind whipped across them. Crush squeezed even more, causing the lean-muscled hero to cry out again as Crash poked his behind.

The stocky stud whistled, “Oh fuck, baby got BACK!” He grabbed the cheeks firmly and squeezed them, “They’re real and they’re spectacular, Crush!”

Nightwing felt humiliated. It wasn’t like he’d never been objectified before - he’d heard it from villains, reporters, citizens, even other heroes - but none of them ever went beyond words. Crash was actually manhandling his mountainous bubble butt. He caressed the flawless flesh, toying with the helpless hero like no man had ever done before.

When the stinging strikes with his stolen baton started - SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! - the hero found new energy. He hiked his knees up on either side of Crush then struck downwards, driving his boots into the side of the big muscleman’s knees. WHACK! Crush let out a yell and released the vice-like grasp. The henchman stumbled back bowlegged while the hero dropped to the ground.

The young hero threw himself backwards into an unprepared Crash. BOMP! They toppled backwards with Nightwing landing on top of the stocky stud. SPLAT! The lean-muscled hunk rolled off, grabbing his baton. Crash held the rod tightly and was dragged to his feet. The two started a tug of war for the weapon. Their muscles tensed as they fought for control.

The henchman suddenly let go, which sent Nightwing turning and stumbling backwards. He ran right into the raised boot of Crush, the big Black muscleman super-kicking him in the jaw. CRACK! The impact nearly took Nightwing’s head off and he wobbled on his feet as Crush charged in. The massively muscled henchman grabbed the dazed lightweight muscleboy and lifted him high into the air in a gorilla press.

Nightwing was helpless as Crush took two steps forward and hurled him forward into the rock wall. CRASH! The handsome hero hit hard then plummeted to the ground. SPLAT! He pushed up on his hands, but Crush and Crash were on him fast. The otherwise naked henchmen drove their boots onto the lean muscles, ruthlessly breaking the crimefighter down. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Crash broke away, grabbing the other half of the hero’s staff and giving it to his partner.

When he sensed no resistance, Crush grabbed the stunned stud by his hair and throat. Nightwing was slammed back first into the rock wall. WHACK! The helpless hunk was pinned there by the big muscleman. As Crush leaned in against him, Nightwing could feel his hard cock pressing against his abs, but he was dazed from the brutal assault.

The hero fought for focus. He squirmed and shifted, but Crush held him firmly. The bigger muscleman used one hand to pin the hero’s wrists high against the rock wall and pressed the metal rod against his throat. The Black behemoth lifted his knee up under Nightwing’s bulge, forcing him onto his toes.

Crash used his metal baton to trace the outline of the lean-muscled stud’s eight-pack abs in his spandex. He said, “Turn him around. Either the boss or the Bat is gonna show up any minute. No matter which one it is, we’re gonna lose him and I gotta have the ass.”

Crush nodded, “Yeah, it’s time. This little slut’s primed for it, too. He’s been teasing us since we first took him down.” He waved his metal rod in front of the hero’s face, “You think this is thick and hard? Wait until you feel my cock.”

The weak and helpless hero moaned an unconvincing, “No.”

The henchmen laughed then moved to turn Nightwing around. As soon as he felt the grip on his wrists loosen, the hero snapped his fingers just so. It was so subtle, the henchmen didn’t pay any attention to it. The most famous superhero ass in the world was about to be theirs. The hero moved inhumanly fast as he reached out and grabbed the free ends of the batons.

ZZZZAP!

As Crush and Crash looked with surprised and confusion, electricity shot from the insulated gloves through the metal staffs and directly into them. The musclemen’s eyes went wide and they gurgled, their mouths dropping open and their incredible bodies twitching and convulsing. The charge died out and the men toppled back onto their knees.

Nightwing pushed off the rock wall, holding onto his weapons. He swung them, coming in behind the henchmen’s heads, skillfully knocking them out with the least amount of damage. The two naked musclemen toppled forward, landing face first on the ground. SPLAT! He looked around at his torn costume and shook his head at his ample ass hanging out. Oh well.

Nightwing's Butt!

The handsome hero breathed in deeply, “Let’s try this again.”

VROOOM!

The lean-muscled stud turned away from the unconscious henchmen as he heard the motorcycle approaching. It sounded like one of Bruce’s. Tim? The headlight blinded him momentarily until the lenses in his small mask adapted. It was one of Bruce’s bikes, but it wasn’t Tim. It was a tightly muscled man in a black spandex bodysuit.

The man slid off the bike. The hero braced in case this was a new threat. The man removed his helmet and surveyed the scene.

Nightwing blurted out, “Alfred?”

Chapter 4: Alfred!

“Alfred! I'm glad it's you.”

“Master ...” the butler stopped himself then looked at the unconscious henchmen on the ground. He smoothly finished, “... Nightwing.”

“It’s okay, they’re out. What are you doing here?”

The butler smiled and approached. He looked more closely at the naked musclemen in their boots, “I could ask you the same thing.” He caught a glimpse of Nightwing’s bare behind. “Oh my. A busy evening?”

The young hero blushed but ignored the implication. He explained, “I caught these two ... loitering out here. They work for some new villain in town.” He paused, “Have you heard? Batman is missing. We’re looking for him. I came to track him or the Batmobile, but now I’m sure that they know where he is and who has him. I’m going to make them talk.”

Alfred nodded, maintaining his composure as he processed the information. Nightwing was always impressed by his cool demeanor, taking in this news as though it was nothing. As though he knew. Amazing composure. The butler finally said, “I see. Well, how can I help?”

Nightwing withdrew plastic bindings from his wristlets, “Call the cops. I’m going to secure their wrists and ankles.”

“Perhaps you should go. Search for Batman. From my past life, I am rather adept at questioning stubborn men with information.”

“Actually, Superman is searching Gotham. I have the best chance by getting whatever information these two have while you work the Batcomputer. I couldn’t get the cave entrance to activate. Which ended up being kind of lucky with these two hanging around, but still weird.”

“I can search and interrogate. Then radio you in Gotham. It will be faster that way. Go.”

Nightwing shook his head, “I can’t leave this to anyone else.”

Alfred nodded, realizing that there was no way to persuade the young hero to leave. Not in time, anyway. They would have a guest in minutes. He calmly said, “I see you have this well in hand and there is no changing your mind. I’ll head to the computer.”

As the young hero turned to deal with Crush, he felt a hard chop to the back of his head. WHACK! The unprepared stud gasped and saw stars. Another harder chop came in. WHACK! He fell onto his hands and knees, his bare ass pointing up. A spin and a black boot slammed into the dazed Nightwing’s temple. CRACK! He rolled onto his back, nearly unconscious.

Nightwing opened his eyes to see Alfred towering over him. He mouthed, “You’re not Alfred! Who are you?”

“But I am Alfred. And I am sorry. I know this all comes as a tremendous shock to you. And my words will provide no comfort, but I never intended for you to become involved.”

The groggy hero fought to focus, “Why?”

The butler sighed, “This evening is spiraling out of control, but it was a very simple plan. While my ... business partner has complicated things, I simply have no choice but to see it through with him. My time has run out. I do love you, my boy, but not as much as I hate Bruce Wayne.”

Alfred reached down to grab Nightwing by the wrist. He dragged him up to his feet. As the young hero raised his fists to defend himself, he moved in slow motion, still dazed. The butler did a spinning quick to his jaw. WHACK! Blood flew from the handsome stud’s mouth as he spun and dropped to the ground again. He admired the ample posterior, understanding why the henchmen had torn the costume open and obviously gotten distracted.

The butler, though, would not be entranced by the mountainous mounds. He had seen Nightwing’s behind before and he had no interest in it. Alfred’s only objective was seeing Bruce Wayne enslaved. No matter the cost. Everything and everyone that opposed that goal had to be dealt with extreme prejudice.

Nightwing fought to rise, but the older man kicked his bare ass, sending him sprawling forward. SPLAT! Alfred moved in then dropped his knee in the center of the chiseled young hero’s back. THUD! He grabbed Nightwing’s forearms and raised them high. The young man cried out as his shoulders were bent.

Alfred slid his hands up to the wristlets. With no utility belt, this is where Nightwing kept his few weapons. The butler knew them well. He examined them and found the switch, right where it should be. With a flick of his two index fingers, they opened up and fell to the ground. CLANG! He forced the arms forward and the helpless hero cried out in pain, his shoulders almost dislocated.

Now, it was just man versus man. And Alfred like those odds. He knew every move, every strategy, every trick in Nightwing’s arsenal. And the handsome hero was weakened. Still, he needed a plan. As he tortured the young hero’s shoulders, the butler knew that Nightwing would never stop fighting. Pain and abuse wouldn’t stop him. He had to be knocked out.

With his end goal in mind, Alfred released the wrists. He punched down, slamming his fist into the back of Nightwing’s head. THWAK! The young hero went limp under him, moaning. The butler grabbed the stunned stud by his thick black hair and forced him up. He whipped him face first into the rock wall. SPLAT! The bare-assed crimefighter clawed at the rock to stay up. He couldn’t.

As the ripped muscleboy started to slide down the wall, Alfred grabbed him by the hair and right ass cheek from behind. He pulled up, forcing the young hero to stand. The jagged rock wall sliced into the front of his spandex bodysuit, causing Nightwing to whimper and cry out. The malevolent manservant grabbed him around the neck, applying a rear naked choke.

Nightwing gurgled as his air and blood supply were expertly cut off. Despite being weak and confused, his instincts kicked in from years of training with Batman. He jumped up, planting his feet on the rock wall. His famous glutes tightened and his powerful legs pushed, sending them toppling backwards. They crashed into the ground with the butler taking full brunt. WHAM!

Alfred hung on tightly, but his choke was more of a chinlock at this point. Nightwing pulled free and slowly rose to his feet, still suffering. The older man was up fast. He saw the hero’s weakness and immediately leapt at Nightwing’s back, going for another choke. The lean muscleman spun around, dragging the butler with him. The young hero slammed Alfred into the rock wall. CRASH! The impact loosened the grip, but the malevolent manservant held on.

The handsome hero bent his body quickly, throwing himself forward. Alfred was lifted off the ground and flipped over head. He lost the hold and landed on his ass. PLOP! Nightwing collapsed backwards, falling against the rock, gasping for breath. The butler rose and spun. The young stud unleashed a side kick that landed squarely in his abs. THUD! OOF!

Nightwing’s adrenaline and instincts carried him forward. He slammed his fist into the side of Alfred’s head, toppling the chiseled 57-year old to the ground. He followed up with a kick to the stomach that flipped Alfred over, sending him rolling across the dirt and gravel. WHOMP! The young hero leapt into the air, coming down with a boot onto the butler’s back. WHACK!

Alfred cried out, “I’m dying!”

The young hero ignored the claim, dropping his shin across the back of Alfred’s neck, pressing his face down as he lifted the butler’s arm into a controlling armbar. He finally allowed himself to scan the area, seeing his batons and bracelets. In the blink of an eye, he calculated which to get first and how to reach them given his current condition and Alfred’s physical ability.

The butler pleaded, “Please, Master Dick. Have mercy! I really am dying.”

Nightwing was unaffected by the butler’s begging. He coldly snarled as he tightened the controlling hold, “I’ll make sure you get the best care. In prison.”

Alfred cried out in pain then growled ferociously, “Ungrateful welp!”

Nightwing looked down as he felt and saw the butler’s muscles swell. It was impossible, but it was happening. The young hero watched the rapid transformation in horror. The older man powered his arm free then pressed up, easily throwing the young hero off. Alfred rose and roared. The surprised stud crouched before the malevolent manservant. He was significantly bigger, his muscles swollen in his black spandex. From the neck down, he looked like a magnificent bodybuilder.

The handsome hero asked in shock, “Who the hell are you?”

Chapter 5: Alpha-red!

“You know who I am. You just don’t want to admit it.”

“You’re not any Alfred I know!”

“Oh yes, I am. What you see, Master Dick, is the Alfred you know empowered by the power of venom. Hatred can only sustain a failing body for so long. But where my will has failed, the venom in my veins succeeds. While it has given me the months I needed to earn my revenge, it means there is no more time for you. This ends now.”

Nightwing recalculated and restrategized. He dove to the right towards his batons. The venomized Alfred anticipated correctly, grabbing his ankles as he passed. The handsome hero reached for the metal rod, but he was pulled back inches too early. The beefed-up butler held tightly. He spun to his left, dragging the lithe muscleboy with him.

This new alpha-male Alfred picked up speed, spinning faster and faster. Nightwing’s body left the ground, suspended by his ankles. The world went by in a blur and the already weakened hero became disoriented and nauseated as he flew around in a circle. Suddenly, the butler let go. The hero flew to the side, landing hard and skipping along the ground. WHAM! THUD! THUD! THUD! His momentum carried him right into the rocks at high speed. CRASH!

The handsome hero lied in a heap, moaning as he fought to move his body. He was wracked with pain. He didn’t think anything was broken, but his costume was sliced open in multiple places and his flawless skin was scraped and marked. He would have bruises, but he’d had them before. The determined do-gooder focused on fighting. He had to get to his weapons.

Unfortunately, Alpha-red was approaching for another attack. The steroid-infused butler was between the hero and his batons. The young stud doubted he could get past him. The malevolent manservant marched forward confidently. Nightwing was formidable, but he was outclassed. The venom not only made the older man stronger, it suppressed Alpha-red‘s affection for Dick Grayson and amplified his rage.

Alpha-red closed in. Nightwing leapt up, hitting him squarely with a dropkick. The lithe gymnast dropped to a crouch as the beefed-up butler took only a step back. The handsome hero swept his leg, trying to trip the mighty manservant, but Alpha-red easily hopped over the leg. He charged forward, wrapping his enlarged hand around Nightwing’s thin neck.

The mature muscleman easily hoisted Nightwing up into a suspended chokelift. He locked both hands around the dangling muscleboy, squeezing the life from him. The young hero squirmed and kicked his legs, hoping to hold on as he hung in midair, growing weaker by the second. Alpha-red threw him backwards. The gasping crimefighter slammed into the rocks, falling onto the ground in a heap of twitching lean muscle.

Alpha-red grabbed hold of the handsome hero’s hair. He dragged him up into a bearhug. Nightwing cried out as the overpowered older man crushed his spine. He had no defenses as he was cruelly manhandled. The lean muscleboy writhed and struggled, but he couldn’t counter the brutal backbreaking bearhug. Alpha-red easily resisted the feeble fists as his victim flailed. WHAP! SMACK! POW!

The beefed-up butler unleashed even greater force. Nightwing cried out as his head dropped back and his arms fell to the side. The young hero felt as though his spine might snap and it was a struggle to even maintain consciousness. Alpha-red could see his former ally weaken. He bounced the chiseled but useless muscleboy in an attempt to end this. He could activate the venom for only so long, so he needed to end this quickly.

Alpha-red threw the powerless crimefighter to the dirt. SPLAT! Nightwing squirmed and crawled, but he could do nothing. The brutal butler put his boot on the young stud’s back and stopped him from advancing even an inch. He watched as Nightwing’s hips shifted back and forth. He could see why the henchmen had been hypnotized into carelessness by the hero’s famous ass.

The malevolent manservant lifted his boot then dragged Nightwing up by his hair. He grabbed the helpless hero around the throat and lifted him into the air. The dynamic do-gooder dangled, his legs kicking weakly as he was manhandled. Alpha-red threw the young stud into the rock wall. SPLAT! Nightwing hit hard, bouncing off the collapsing to the ground in a heap.

The hero was unmoving.

Alpha-red kicked the henchmen awake. They rose, startled. They braced to fight, but the beefed-up butler said, “I fixed your mistake.” He pointed at the unconscious Nightwing on the ground. “Get dressed while I bind him. Bane will be here any second.”

Crush and Crash didn’t know who this older bodybuilder was, but they believed him. They ran to get their trunks, masks and gloves as Alpha-red calmed down and the venom deactivated. As Alfred once again, he bound Nightwing’s wrists and ankles then draped the unconscious hero over his motorcycle, ass up. With the situation under control, the beefed-down butler sped off on his motorcycle, leaving them to handle things. He didn’t want to be involved in the next phase.

The henchmen quickly dressed in their costumes again. They were relieved to get a second chance. Crush patted Nightwing’s bare butt cheek, excited that he still might get a shot at the hero’s hole but refusing to get tempted by it now. The mysterious man had saved them from themselves. The massive muscleman wouldn’t be distracted by that amazing ass again.

Crash moaned, “Damn. It’s right there but we can’t, can we?” Crush shook his head. They stood guard. Minutes later, they suddenly heard it. The stocky stud said, “Listen. Batmobile?”

Crush nodded, “Gotta be.”

“Sure is late.”

“I know.”

“And that old guy showed up instead of the boss. Think it means anything?”

“Think it means we’re lucky as shit that the boss stopped and had some fun.”

“I hope so.”

“Nothing we can do if it doesn’t. You better get the faith. Bane don’t like doubters.” Crush smirked, “And I don’t wanna lose that ass of yours. It’s even better than Nightwing’s.”

Crash blushed under the mask and winked, “Back at you, big man.”

The sound got louder until the famous Batmobile rounded the bend. The vehicle sped forward, coming towards them. The musclemen stood confidently over Nightwing. There were only two possible options. Either the car was being driven by their boss or Batman. Neither one had any incentive to run them down. They just had to stand their ground and believe in Bane.

Chapter 6: Bane!

Time slowed for the henchmen as they waited.

Crush and Crash crossed their arms to look intimidating. The two musclemen were ready for anything. If it was Bane, it was work time. If it was the caped crusader, it was fight time. Both henchmen had been criminals in Gotham City long enough to fear Batman’s resilience. There’s no telling what could’ve happened on the drive to this abandoned stretch of road.

The Batmobile got closer and closer. They refused to flinch, but it was getting harder to do. The car finally braked and spun, pulling in to face the rocky cliff face. The men tensed and waited. The driver’s side door opened. When Bane stepped out wearing his mask, gloves, boots along with Batman’s bodysuit and utility belt, they relaxed. Crush and Crash approached cautiously and professionally. With his full-face mask and red-covered eyes, his reactions and emotions were as much a mystery as the villain himself. They feared making a mistake.

They saw the outline of the muscular hero in the car. Now, knowing their boss had captured Batman, stealing his prized possessions, they knew they’d made the right call. It looked like he’d even unmasked him. Bane hadn’t just defeated the Caped Crusader; he’d obviously destroyed him. The villain had taken the bodysuit, the utility belt AND the Batmobile. They knew no one had ever done anything like that before.

Crush simply asked, “Orders, boss?”

Bane saw Nightwing draped over his motorcycle, bare ass up. “Trouble?”

The big Black muscleman shrugged, “Nothing we couldn’t handle, sir.”

“Good. This night is turning out even better than I hoped. The hotel crew are heading back to the lair to empty it. They’ll join us tomorrow in our new home. We need to get to work on our new slaves.”

Bane pointed at the shallow cave. The henchmen looked at it then back at their boss. The master villain smirked under his face mask, amused by their confusion. He loved them as his men. They were strong and ruthless, but they also weren’t smart enough to ever challenge him. Bane reached into the Batmobile and flicked a switch. The wall opened, revealing a tunnel.

The boss villain drove inside, leaving the amazed henchmen to retrieve their motorcycles and Nightwing. The henchmen were amazed by the Batcave. They had heard of it, of course, but the real secret base was even more amazing than they imagined. They wanted to run around and look, but they didn’t dare.

The henchmen focused on cutting Nightwing out of his body suit. Bane wanted his mask, boots and gloves to remain. The spandex came off easily, revealing the most ripped, athletic body they’d ever seen. The young hero was so tight and hard. No wonder he was so good. He had no body fat anywhere but his mountainous ass and even that was muscular. With the lean-muscled man prepped, he was bound to a metal table on the far side of the cave.

As they worked, they both noticed the man on the table beside Nightwing. He was a nearly naked muscleman shackled to a matching metal table, but he also had an oxygen mask over his face. Gas flowed from a tank. He was unconscious but his cock was rock-hard and hovered overnight his ripped stomach.

And he was wearing Batman’s cowl, cape, gloves and boots.

Crash couldn’t help himself, wondering aloud, “Who the hell is that?”

Bane turned and the fireplug took a step back. The villain smirked, “That, boys, is the scourge of Gotham City’s criminals. The caped crusader. The one and only Batman. Not so scary now, is he? That’s why he will soon be our newest and lowliest henchman. Even lower than your prettyboy conquest.”

With a handwave, Bane welcomed his henchmen to see for themselves. They carefully felt the chiseled muscles of the unconscious hero. They lightly punched the helpless hunk. TAP! TAP! The villain was right. Without his costume, Batman wasn’t so scary. He was sexy but not scary. Both Crush and Crash wondered how they couldn’t beat him in a fight. He was just an ordinary muscleman.

As their boss scouted out the cave, the men fondled the sleeping stud. Crush bravely grabbed at the fully erect cock stretched up the hero’s amazing abs. He jerked it, feeling its power. A drop of pre-cum leaked out of the slit. Crash leaned in and licked it. The henchmen laughed. They punched him harder. THUD! THUD! THUD! When the hero involuntarily stirred, they leapt back two steps in fear. Batman didn’t move. They let out a long exhale.

Bane returned. He told them that the gas was going to make the hero’s training go faster. Crush asked who Batman was. The villain said, “You don’t need to know that. The cowl remains on in your presence. It’s what makes him Batman. It’s what makes this worthwhile.”

In unison, the henchmen suppressed their disappointment, answering, “Yes, sir.”

The villain ran his finger from the hero’s balls up his shaft to the head. He flicked it. WHAP! He did it again. WHAP! Bane nodded as he watched the powerful cock move then return to place. Perfect. He was sure that the hero was his compliant bitch, but it was time to test that theory. The musclebound monster turned off the gas then removed the mask.

Batman remained still. Bane leaned over his victim, placing his armpit over the helpless hero’s face. He smiled, “Breathe in deeply, Batman. Smell your master’s musk. Let it fill your lungs. You are my slave. My willing bitch-boy. Especially now that I’ve found someone better.”

Crush’s eyes went wide. Someone better than Batman? Did he mean Nightwing? He didn’t think so. Maybe it was the man in the car. That’s when it hit the henchman. There was a man in the Batmobile. Crush asked, “If that’s Batman, who’s in the car?”

“See for yourself.”

The bigger henchman marched over and opened the passenger side door. He gasped, stumbling backwards at the sight of the other nearly naked muscleman with a glowing green rock dangling from a heavy chain around his neck. It couldn’t be. He was wearing only the blue spandex sleeves and shoulders of a ripped bodysuit, a red cape, and red boots. Hanging down from the blue spandex stretched across the heaving pecs was a very familiar diamond-shaped S on his chest.

Crush looked again. It was. It was Superman.

Bane laughed at his servant’s reaction. Crush looked at his boss with awe, “You’re a fucking god.” The big black man dropped to one knee and bowed his head. Crash circled around to see who it was. He choked back a cry then turned. He dropped down beside his fellow henchman. The two musclemen knew Bane was brilliant and tough, but now he was so much more.

The villain approached and rubbed their masked heads as a reward. Bane said, “Now you know exactly who you’re working for. Welcome to the big leagues, boys.”

Chapter 7: Humiliation!

“Careful not to knock that chain off, boys. That’s the only thing keeping him from ripping you in half.”

The henchmen froze and adjusted their grip as they dragged the 240-lbs muscle hero across the Batcave. They knew Superman would never rip them half, even though he could, but they also knew that he could end them in moments. The alien powerhouse was in an entirely different league. Or he used to be. Now, he was unconscious and weaker than a baby.

Superman was not placed on a table. He was strapped to a large metal frame with cuffs at the top and bottom sides. As Crash held the hero up, the much taller Crush secured the man of steel’s wrists. Once secure, the hero hung limply by his arms as they bound his ankles. Bane circled and surveyed their work. He rubbed the front of his bulge in Batman’s suit. He was hard.

Superman!

Bane moved in and rubbed the Kryptonian’s muscular body. He pulled Superman’s head up by his hair and stared into his handsome face. The villain reached around and cupped one of the magnificent ass cheeks. The henchmen could see a difference in their boss. The way he touched and inspected Superman. He was almost gentle, despite the circumstances.

The massive muscle monster whispered, “You are my most prized possession now, alien. The greatest man in my collection. I will own you like no other. And you will love me for it. You will love your master and you will serve me as my pet god.”

Superman shook his head defiantly, but he lacked the strength to do anything else. The villain smiled under his mask, knowing that his prize was awake and aware but too weak to defend himself. Bane fondled the hanging hero’s manhood and let his head drop to watch. The cock of steel grew. The hero whimpered as the kryptonite around his neck took away his resistance.

Bane released the hero’s cock and patted his flat abs. He turned back to face his henchmen, “Bring Batman to me.” The two musclemen marched over. They cautiously pulled the hero up to a seated position then re-did his chains. They were nervous the entire time, but he never made a move. They led him off the table. The caped crusader was able to stand on his own two feet, but his head rolled as he was in a gas-induced stupor. They guided him to their master.

The massive muscle monster grabbed Batman by the cock and rubbed it. The mindless hero moaned and thrust his hips, trying to release his seed. The villain placed his other hand on the cowled crusader’s chin and raised his head. As he let go of the muscle hero’s rock-hard rod, he simply commanded, “On your knees, slave.”

Batman fell forward, guided by Crush and Crash to his knees, but they felt him drop willingly. The henchmen’s mouths dropped open as the chained hero obeyed so easily. They simply couldn’t believe this was the real Batman. Bane had accomplished in hours what no villain in Gotham City had ever accomplished before. Not the geniuses. Not the bricks. Not the crazy ones.

Batman!

Bane again lifted the hero’s face, this time by the ears on his cowl. He gripped them both loosely, musing, “The clues were here all along, weren’t they? After all, why else would you put handles on your head? This ridiculous cowl is a cry for a real man to control you.”

Crush and Crash smirked at the thought that Batman had been waiting for this moment. They didn’t believe it, but it didn’t matter. It was happening. They held the hero securely, but they felt no resistance. There was no fight left in him. Batman was Bane’s bitch. Just like the villain had promised.

The massive muscle monster ordered, "Unchain him." The henchmen froze. "Is there a problem?"

Crush immediately took the lead, lying as he assumed a confident stance, "No, sir. Just working out how to do it. Crash, get the key. I left it on the table."

The smaller henchman nodded, glad that his partner was more on the ball than he was. He wanted to say that there was a problem. Freeing Batman was crazy no matter how drugged up he was. Still, he knew he had to obey. And he'd obeyed worse orders. Like when the Penguin left Batman alone in a death trap instead of staying and making sure he died. Or just shooting him. Idiot. The two musclemen let Batman loose and stepped back.

Free of the chains, Batman slumped forward, his broad shoulders collapsing inward as his mighty arms dangled as limp as wet noodles. It was a portrait of defeat. Only Bane’s grip on his cowl’s ears kept the hero upright. The hero looked up at his master, slack-jawed and moaning. Bane pulled the handsome masked face to his bulge and forced the helpless hunk to suck along the outline of his huge cock in Batman’s gray bodysuit.

The hero slurped at the tight spandex, leaving wet streaks as he mindlessly worshipped his master’s thick shaft. The fabric became so tight that even the veins on Bane’s powerful cock were showing. Batman relished his task, his mouth working to please his master as he was overcome by the undeniable urges heightened by the drugs, abuse and Bane’s unique pheromones that he had adapted from Poison Ivy.

The villain pushed Batman off. He bent forward and grabbed the hero under his armpits. He forced the caped crusader to his feet and steadied him. The helpless hunk stood still as Bane circled and caressed his naked body. The massive muscle monster pushed the long black cape aside and fingered Batman’s hole. The slave threw his head back and moaned with a smile.

“Yes, slave. You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes, master.”

“You want more, don’t you?”

“Yes, master.”

“Look forward. Tell me what you see.”

Batman dropped his head. He struggled to focus then he saw it. He frowned, “Superman?”

“That’s right, slave. Superman. You helped me capture him.”

The hero hesitated as his addled mind worked to remember while his hole was being fingered. It was so hard to focus. He finally said, “No. Master.”

“Yes, slave. It was your utility belt. Your Batmobile. That rock hanging from that chain. All yours. All containing with kryptonite. Superman is your gift to me. Your offering. But I need more from you. Your gift is incomplete. You must break Superman. For your master.”

Again, the helpless hero hesitated, but he finally said, “Yes, master.”

Batman stepped forward. His muscles tensed. Bane ordered him to break Superman. The caped crusader drew back his right arm then fired a fist into the hanging hero’s stomach. THUD! OOF! The dark knight had very little power behind the punch, but the Kryptonian’s invulnerability was gone. The man of steel was no more. Bane’s new slave punched again. THUD! OOF!

Bane praised his slave, encouraging him to continue. Emboldened by the praise, Batman found new energy. He began to use his boxing skills to break down Superman’s ripped eight-pack. THUD! POW! WHOMP! The washboard stomach quickly turned red as the caped crusader’s adrenaline rose. He unleashed hell on the hanging hero. POW! THUD! POW!

Superman cried out as his body was tortured. He whimpered with every shot, his body swaying but the bindings around his wrists and ankles kept him in place. The kryptonite chain made him human. Less than human, actually. With no powers, he could do nothing but endure the abuse. He tried to reason with his friend, knowing Batman was mind-controlled. He begged Batman to break free of Bane’s control, but the pounding continued. THUD! WHOMP! POW!

Bane finally stopped the punishment. He stepped forward and carefully inspected Superman’s formerly flawless midsection. He tapped the gasping hero’s cheek as he caressed the ruined abs. The hanging hunk shook to escape, pulling at his bonds as he tried to pull free. He couldn’t. Bane’s hand wrapped around the base of the man of steel’s dangling cock and balls to hold him steady.

Superman muttered, “No.”

Under his mask, the villain smiled, “Oh yes.”

Crush and Crash stood in the background, their cocks painfully hard as they watched their mighty master use an enslaved Batman to torment the most powerful superhero on the planet. As if reading their minds, Bane turned to his henchmen. Their erections threatened to tear off their black spandex trunks.

With a nod towards the table with Nightwing on it, Bane said, “I have things under control here. Why don’t you two see to our other guest.” He paused then added, “I have no interest in that twink, so he’s all yours. Nothing, except removing his mask and death, is off-limits.”

The henchmen raced to the table while Bane returned his focus to Superman.

Chapter 8: Victory!

“I could drug you, Superman.”

Bane caressed the hanging hero’s ripped physique. “I could drug you and turn you as I’ve turned Batman. But that just wouldn’t be satisfying.” The massive muscle monster leaned forward and kissed Superman’s left pec while he reached around and fingered his hole. “Not satisfying at all. This is extra work. It will take longer. But, you, my pet god, are worth it.”

“I will never serve you.”

“You will, but I do like your defiance.” Bane asked, “How does it feel to have Batman pound on your muscles?”

“Only because you’ve twisted his mind with drugs.”

“There’s a little more than that behind this. Don’t forget, I used his defenses - and his butler - to capture you. All I’ve done is unleash his true feelings, Superman. No human will ever trust you. But when you’re at my side as my personal weapon, doing my bidding, they will finally fear and respect you. And you will love me for it.”

“Never.”

Bane smirked under his mask then waved Batman forward. He ordered the caped crusader onto his knees. PLOP! The dark knight leaned forward and engulfed Superman’s rod in his mouth. The hanging hero moaned as his mind-controlled ally sucked on his shaft. Bane grabbed the chain and lifted it from Superman’s neck. The man of steel looked up, surprised.

The villain hung the kryptonite around his own neck, keeping it close to Superman as his new slave worked on the hanging hero. The distance re-powered the Kryptonian, but only slightly. Not nearly enough to break free. However, he felt his cock stiffen. When Superman looked down at Batman sucking on his cock, he got hard. He realized what Bane was doing.

The massive muscle monster circled behind the hanging hero. He reached around to Superman’s bare pecs. The gloved hands gripped the meaty chest on either side of the dangling diamond chest logo. The helpless hunk whimpered. Batman was expertly working his meat and now Bane was fondling his chest. The man of steel bit his lip to avoid crying out.

Bane opened the front of his stolen gray bodysuit, letting his meat flop free. Thanks to the heroes, he was already half-hard, his mighty manhood primed for action. The massive muscle monster stepped into Superman. The man of steel cried out as the kryptonite rock around Bane’s neck pressed into his spine. His cock went soft until it was flipped over the villain’s broad shoulder. The alien’s cock immediately stiffened back up in Batman’s mouth.

The caped crusader expertly sucked on Superman’s cock as his master gripped his hips from behind. Bane warned Batman not to let the hero cum. “Just toy with him, slave.” The enslaved crusader mumbled his understanding, not wanting to release the meat in his mouth. Bane’s massive meat split Superman’s soft cheeks, pressing against his hole.

The villain grabbed Superman’s hair and forced him to look to the left at the henchmen who were manhandling the bound Nightwing’s lean muscles. The young hero was awake and struggling against his bonds, but like Superman, he couldn’t break free. Of the three heroes, he was the most aware, thrashing and resisting the pawing hands on his naked flesh.

Bane pushed the huge head of his cock inside Superman. The hero cried out in pain as he was penetrated by the beast again tonight. His brief recovery before Alfred’s arrival and betrayal had tightened him up, making him like a virgin again. The large rod moved inside him slowly, causing him to gasp, but his manhood to get even larger inside Batman’s mouth.

The villain said, “You like what you see. Watching Nightwing as my henchmen’s sex toy.” Superman grunted in response, unable to form actual words. Bane laughed, “They’re punishing him for you. These pathetic human heroes who think they’re equal to you. On your teams when you are more powerful than the rest of them put together. They make you weak.”

“No!”

“Now, they’re the ones who are weak.” Bane forced his way in deeper. “Tell me what you see, Superman. TELL ME!”

The man of steel whimpered as his ass was torn open and his cock was ruthlessly edged. He said, “They’re beating on Nightwing. Mauling him. And rubbing him. Oh. Now they’re pounding on him again. He’s fighting, but he’s chained to the table. I can see red marks on his body. Stop them. Please.” Bane slid in deeper. Superman moaned, “AHHHHH! Oh please no.”

At Bane’s insistence, Superman kept narrating, “Now, the shorter one. He’s sucking on Nightwing’s cock. And playing with his balls. The taller man is playing with his nipples. Nightwing is thrashing. He hates this!”

As the villain plunged in deeper, he asked, “Are you sure? Is he hard?”

The man of steel was forced to admit, “Oh no! He is. He is getting hard. Oh fuck, hold on! Resist them! Wait, they’re pulling off. They’re unfastening one of his shackles. He’s fighting them, but he’s still tied down too much. Nightwing, fight! They’re moving him. They’re too strong. Oh god. They’re flipping him over. One shackle at a time. He’s facing down now. AHHH!”

With Bane’s cock plowing him, Superman moaned, “Oh god, they’re lowering the table. They’ve put a leather strap around his neck. Now the taller one is using it to force him up onto his hands and knees. He’s resisting, but it’s choking him. He’s got no choice. They’re sliding on top with him. The shorter one in front. The other one at the back, pulling on the strap like a leash!”

“Like a dog. Superman. Same as Batman lapping at your cock. That’s all these heroes are. Dogs! You and I are real men! Together, we will rule them all as we were born to do! You will be at my side as my enforcer! My pet god and instrument of my wrath!”

“Never! I will never - ARGH!” Superman cried out as he was fucked harder by the villain. He adjusted, forced to look back at Crush and Crash. “Stay strong, Nightwing!”

The hanging hero was helpless as he watched the henchmen drive their thick cocks into the young stud. Crash held Nightwing’s raised head steady as he pushed past the pursed lips, making the lean-muscled stud gag on his powerful rod. As bad as that was for the hero, it was nothing compared to what was coming from behind.

Crush held the leather leash tightly in his teeth as he played with the hero’s world-famous ass. He spread it open then plunged his cock in deep. Nightwing cried out, but all sound was muffled by the meat in his mouth. The two henchmen began working in rhythm, in and out, front and back. The bigger muscleman held nothing back, slamming his pelvis against the perfect butt.

Crash slowed down, controlling Nightwing’s head to get the best angle as he face-fucked the handsome hero. The lean-muscled hero tensed as he withstood the brutal onslaught. Underneath, his own rod was involuntarily stiff as he was penetrated front and back. The henchmen lived their fantasy, their loads quickly rising as they plowed the young stud.

Meanwhile, Superman was moaning as he was slowly fucked and sucked by the massive muscle villain and his mind-controlled partner. Together, they were owning the hanging hero as much as what was happening to Nightwing, just in a different way. The man of steel fought to cum, but Bane had learned that sexual release aided his recovery from kryptonite, so this was all about edging the magnificent muscle hero.

The kneeling and drugged Batman played his part, never working the cock too hard. He obeyed Bane’s instructions, unable to fight the powerful chemicals in his weakened condition. The massive muscle villain unleashed his load inside Superman, filling his hole with his hot white seed. The hanging hero could feel the cum inside him, humiliated at being a sex toy again.

On the table, Crash exploded down Nightwing’s throat, forcing the young stud to take his cum. The handsome hero slurped it down to avoid choking, disgusted at the taste and smell of his tormenter’s seed. When Crash withdrew, Crush picked up speed. The smaller musclemen pushed on Nightwing’s shoulders to keep him in place as his partner powered forward.

Within a minute, Crush erupted inside the helpless hero. He unleashed his massive load, his entire body shaking as he did so. The big muscleman looked down at the lean-muscled stud as he drained his load. Nightwing was a true fantasy man with an incredible ass. And he was all theirs. A true gift from his master. Bane was the greatest man in the world.

The henchmen stepped down to the floor. Nightwing collapsed face down. SPLAT! Seeing how weak he was, Crush and Crash unshackled him from the table. They quickly bound his hands behind his back then marched the hero over to Batman and Superman. They forced the young hero to kneel as Bane circled in front. With the two heroes kneeling and one hanging behind him, Bane smiled under his mask.

Bane said, “Congratulations, boys. You have your first taste of being winners. Let there be no doubt that we own these three. And this is just the beginning.”

To be continued 12/15/19.