Heroes: Bane of My Existence 4

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Chapter 1. Crush. Henchman.

“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.”

Crash and me hold in big smiles. Gotta stay calm and focused. It’s tough since this is the best fuckin’ day of our lives. We’re standin’ looking at our boss over the heads of three kneeling superheroes. Now, they’re our bitches. I never thought I’d see the day when one guy could take out Superman, Batman and Nightwing. In one fuckin’ night, too.

We’re naked, sweaty and pumped. Me and Crash just emptied our cocks into Nightwing, but we’re ready to go again. I became a henchmen to kick some ass and live without fuckin’ rules. It worked for a while, but it got fuckin’ brutal after I kept gettin’ my ass kicked again and again. Now, I’m Crush. Henchman for Bane. The new king of Gotham City. And I'm done gettin' my ass kicked by heroes.

Victory. It's a weird feelin' when you're used to losin'. But Bane is the man. Best part is, he isn’t a moron. He’s not gonna make some stupid mistake. He’s not gonna leave the heroes alone so they can escape. He’s not gonna get tripped up by some weird fetish, like flippin' coins or givin' riddles. He’s not gonna get outsmarted, out-muscled or out-worked. The man owns three of the world’s greatest heroes. And it’s just the beginning.

I sneak a look down. We’re behind the losers. And those are some damn fine behinds. Fuck. How the mighty have fallen. Batman willingly knelt before the boss. I never thought I’d see the day. I don’t give a shit that his mind is warped by drugs. It should be. That’s how you fuckin’ win. Like I said, Crash and me just plowed Nightwing from both ends. Superman is still actin’ tough, but our boss still fucked him like the bitch he is. It’s only a matter of time before he’s broken, too.

My phone vibrates. Damn. I gotta look at it. Lucky I did. It’s the rest of the crew. I let Bane know, “Boss. The crew is outside.”

“Already? Eager. I like that. Go. Usher them into our new home.”

Bane dismisses us, but Crash hesitates. Fuck, I get it. His past experience working for the Penguin makes him nervous about leaving the boss alone with three dangerous heroes. But like I said, Bane isn’t an idiot. And he doesn’t like doubters. I told Crash he needed to get the faith. I put my big hand on his bicep and pull him. He moves right away, but it’s too late.

Bane saw so he asks, “Is there something wrong, Crash?”

Oh fuck. I can tell that the stocky muscleman’s mind is racing. He’s hot, but he’s gotta be smart, too. He’s tryin’ to explain his hesitation in a way that doesn’t mean Bane can’t handle the situation. Crash knows that Bane is a badass, but instincts are hard to change. Now, his instincts have put him in a bad position and I gotta save him.

I step in, “Bane, we just need to map out where to put all the equipment now that we have three hero bitches instead of one. It’s okay, Crash. I’ve got it worked out.”

Crash goes with my lie, “Oh, good. Yeah, I was just trying to figure the layout, so that’s good. I’m sorry, sir. I’ll, uh, think faster in the future.”

Bane sees through us. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He says, “Crush. Come here.”

I go confidently, even though I’m fuckin’ terrified. I’m 6’4 of solid muscle but Bane is inhuman. He can kill me. Easily. Maybe I shouldn’t have tried to cover for Crash, but I like the smaller muscle stud. It made me protective but it’s possible Bane didn’t like that. I make peace with whatever is about to happen to me. At least I got to fuck Nightwing before I die.

Bane grabs me behind the head and pulls me close. He whispers, “You are my strongest and smartest man. You are my number one. We will face many challenges in the days to come. I am trusting you to keep the others in line. Don’t allow affections for your inferiors to sway your loyalty away from your superior. I am not a forgiving man.”

I nod and whisper back, “Understood. It is under control, sir.”

Bane releases me. I guess he’s satisfied that I get it. Crash and me run off to bring our four co-workers into the Batcave. I mean, Bane-cave. When we’re out of earshot, Crash thanks me and says he’ll make it up to me. I nod, telling him that I’ll collect as soon as we have the chance but then I tell him about Bane’s warning. “We gotta keep things on the DL for now. Keep focused.”

Crash nods, “I’m fuck buddies with Bane’s number one? Sweet.” He adds seriously, “I hear you, man. I’ll be smarter. More focused. But if I screw up again, don’t risk your life for mine.”

“Don’t make me have to.”

We reach the giant secret door, opening it wide. Outside are three moving vans. They carry all the shit we’ve stolen from the villains of Gotham City. Bane released the geniuses, the crazies and the monsters. Batman had to capture them. He did, exhausting himself and leavin' himself easy prey for Bane. Now, all the chumps locked in Arkham and he's kneelin'. It means all their weapons, gadgets, and information belongs to Bane. Add that to all Batman's shit and we can do anything.

I let the crew know what’s happening and they’re blown away by everything. I get them unloading then I come back to the boss to update him. He holds up his hand, signaling for me to wait. He circles the three enslaved and kneeling heroes. They look fuckin’ pathetic. Gorgeous, but they’re nothin’ now. Just three slabs of beef that we’re gonna use and abuse.

Bane walks up to Batman. He says, “Look at him, Crush. The privileged pretender. Already thoroughly broken and undeserving of any more attention. In his new role as mindless servant, he will be the lowest of the low. I expect the boys to relentlessly use him.”

“Yes, sir. The entire crew have been henchmen in Gotham City long enough that we all gotta grudge to settle. It’ll be our pleasure.”

“I know it will. Ah, Nightwing. The prettyboy gymnast with the big ass. Former sidekick all grown up. The pinup hero that makes everyone swoon. Not me. Too skinny, too smooth and too fresh. You want to break him, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Fine. It’s up to you how you brainwash him.”

“Yes, sir. I really wanna break him naturally. Let him fight and resist.”

Bane stops in front of Superman. His prized prisoner. The boss’ cum puddles under the shackled alien’s ass. Bane doesn’t say anything but I see the difference. He’s into the hero’s muscles and power. Bane strips down to his mask, gloves and boots then moves in closer. Yeah, Nightwing is mine. Batman belongs to the boys. Superman? All Bane’s.

My boss looks huge over his weak little bitch. His massive cock hangs just inches from the Kryptonian’s face but the kneeling hero keeps his head down. Smart. Bane grabs him by his hair and forces the defeated chump to look up at him. Superman’s new master asks, “Are you excited by our future together? I am. You. Kneeling at my side as I own the world.”

Gotta give Superman credit. He fights to focus against the power of the kryptonite chained around his neck. I see his shoulders roll back, like he’s steelin’ his will and usin’ every ounce of strength he has left to scowl at his new master. The hero snarls, “That. Will. Never. Happen.”

Under his mask, I can tell that Bane is legit smiling. He isn’t pissed. He’s excited. “You know, everyone says that without your impossible powers, you are the weakest hero. That you are completely dependent on your gifts and without them, you are nothing. I am pleased to see how wrong they are. You are worthy, Superman. Beautiful and brave.”

“And. I. Will. Stop. You.”

“The sooner you submit to me, the sooner I can return your gifts so that you may use them in service to me. I will unleash your limitless potential. No more holding back. You will carry my banner, leading my ascension. You will conquer. You will return to proudly kneel beside my throne as my champion. And you will share my bed as my one true love.”

“Unleash me now, my love. I. Dare. You.”

Bane laughs at Superman! Laughs! Fuck, what a man. He just answers, “Soon. I will unleash you very, very soon.”

Chapter 2. Superman. Unleashed.

The mob enforcers unload their machine guns and energy weapons into me. I spread my arms, welcoming their attack. The sound echoes in the cavernous warehouse as the onslaught continues. It is deafening (for them). Bullets fly and bounce off my chiseled muscles. The energy weapons blast my body with enough power to destroy a city block. I barely feel it.

I could end this any time, but it’s important that they understand just how powerless they are. I hover in the dark doorway, basking in the violence. The streetlights at my back highlight my frame but mask the detail. However, even with only my muscular outline and flowing cape floating, they know who I am.

Superman.

The six Metropolis mob bosses hide behind their army of armed enforcers They really are stupid cowards. Thinking that their lead-lined warehouses and noise dampeners could keep us from finding them. And now, thinking their “anti-Superman” weapons can actually harm me. This is my fault. I let them get comfortable and overconfident when I let society’s laws limit me.

No more.

Once they are done, I race in at super-speed. My power sings inside me as I move. My eyes slice the seams and cut the belts as I tear their designer suits from their bodies. Young, old, muscular, skinny, husky, white, Black, Asian, Latino, hairy smooth. It doesn’t matter, I strip them naked and there is nothing they can do about it. Within one minute, I am done.

Now, they understand what it means to be vulnerable. I finish at the head of the table. I place my boot against it and send it flying away. The guns taped to the bottom go with it, leaving them truly defenseless. Their cocks shrink and their balls retreat as they cower in fear. One tries to flee, but I hurl him back with his allies with ease. The rest get the message. There is no escape.

Not anymore.

I see them finally turn their eyes to me and really see me for the first time. The six bosses and their enforcers stare. Their hearts race and they sweat, despite being naked in the cold warehouse. Fear. Confusion. Some try to act strong and defiant, but I can see it. I can hear it. I can smell it. I am Superman. And they are nothing. I smirk as they take me in.

My powerful body, exposed for the first time. Their eyes run up my black leather boots. Up my bare legs to my stuffed black leather codpiece held in place by silver chains running over my hips and between my legs up my crack. The black metal gauntlets on my wrists and short black gloves on my hands. The black leather and chain chest harness with my famous ‘S’ symbol in the middle. And the long, billowing cape made from shiny and sheer black fabric so that my muscular back and ass are always visible. The new and improved Superman.

One of them mutters softly, “What the fuck?”

“I am unleashed, gentlemen.”

The men gasp, finally comprehending what they are witnessing. Superman. Unleashed. Unencumbered. Unhindered. Unstoppable.

I smile at them and I hear their hearts skip a beat. “Be very clear. From this point on, you will obey or you will die. No questions. No debate. From this very second, any defiance from you will result in your immediate death. This is not a negotiation. It is an explanation of your new reality. Allow me to repeat. I. Am. Unleashed.”

From behind me, I hear the footsteps then the clapping. I smile and my cock stirs as my master applauds me for a job well done. The five men march in, knowing the warehouse is secure. I lower myself to the floor then drop to one knee in anticipation of his arrival. I bow my head but keep listening in case any man is foolish enough to try something. They aren’t.

Bane stands beside me. He taps his boot once and I float around to kneel in front of him. I lift his boot and kiss it. My sheer black cape hides nothing as the men see my rippling back muscles and bare ass pointed at them as I honor my master. I release the boot and await instructions. The henchman known as Bash places a chair beside me and Bane sits down.

The four henchmen spread out around the thirty captives. It is more for show than anything else. I am the only one Bane needs. My master opens his legs as he idly fondles my thick black hair with one hand. It feels good. I appreciate his affirming gesture, letting me know that he is proud of me. This. This is all I have ever wanted. To be loved and to be free.

Bane pulls my head up as he surveys the crowd. He calmly says, “On your knees, boys.”

My eyes glow red and the crowd moves down to kneel before Bane. They are slow but obedient. No one dares speak. I await instructions, but my master gives none. I can tell that he is satisfied with their response, so I allow my eyes to revert to blue. Bane explains the new world order then commands them to crawl to him and kiss his boot. They obey.

And just that easily, Bane owns Metropolis.

Back at Bane Manor outside of Gotham, we retire to the opulent master bedroom. My master begins to strip down. I stand and wait. He peels off his mask to reveal his handsome, rugged face. Only I am allowed to see it. I feel proud and privileged. Bane stretches out his powerful body. I wait. My cock stirs in anticipation, but Bane is in no rush to appease me.

The large muscleman knows how much I want him. He knows. He likes to toy with me. Make me wait. I have grown used to waiting. It is painful but it is worth it. Bane turns towards the large en suite. I can’t contain a whimper. He turns with a smirk. “You may wash me.” I strip at super-speed then zoom past him, turning on the water to the exact right temperature.

I soap up my hands and massage his bald head, which contains his brilliant brain. So brilliant. I trace his behind and around his ears. I carefully slide my fingers around his face, careful not to get soap in his eyes, nose or mouth. As one stray dollop of soap slides down, I see it and easily blow it away. Bane closes his eyes as I rinse his head. He opens his eyes and nods.

Next, I rub soap onto his neck. I move to his impossibly broad shoulders. They’re wider than mine. More impressive than mine. I caress his thick chest and then under his arms. He flexes as I soap his hairy under arms and I swoon. He smirks at my weakness in his presence. His abs get special attention then I move to his back. I worship his massive upper body then rinse it off.

Now, it’s time for my favorite part. I kneel behind him and clean his mountainous muscle ass and his thick legs. Go all the way to his feet, lifting them one at a time to wash on top and underneath. I crawl in front and see the spray has rinsed his feet already. Bane wiggles his toes and I am unable to resist leaning down to kiss his huge clean feet. “Thank you, master.”

I lather up my hands and soap his legs in front, working my way up to his huge dangling cock and balls. I tenderly fondle Bane’s manhood, cleaning it carefully and thoroughly. I can barely resist attacking it, but I know there is time for that later. Now, I simply clean him then rise. I finish rinsing off his lower body. I dry my master off with a towel and my heat vision then clean myself at super-speed as he heads back into the large master suite.

I am back kneeling on the bed, clean and dry, knees spread and head bowed, before he reaches it. Bane nods as I wait his instructions. He approaches and I ache.

“Well done tonight, my slave.”

“Thank you, master. It was an honor.”

“How were you able to win so easily?”

“I did not win, master. You did. I am merely your tool and I was only useful because you rid the world of kryptonite using Batman’s secret inventory of the world’s supply. Without their green rocks, they were nothing. Without kryptonite, only you are more powerful than me.”

Bane smirks at me, “Well, not all of it is gone.”

I smile and my cock rises to hit my abs. Bane reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a long lead-lined box. I whimper again as he opens the box, revealing the green kryptonite rod. I feel my powers leaving me but I am not sad. I am happy. Happy that I will get to service my master. I know that I will feel his majesty inside me. Deep inside me.

On command, I roll onto my back and grab behind my knees. I lift my ass and spread my legs to open my cheeks and hole. Bane teases me with his kryptonite rod. I gasp as he slides it inside me, relaxing my butt of steel. It’s painful, but good painful. And thanks to Bane, I will now only ever feel the debilitating drain of kryptonite before the pleasure of being fucked by my master.

I moan as Bane works, taking my powers from me as is his right. He is gentle about it, which only makes me feel closer to him. My muscular master pulls out the rod then tests my hole with his finger. I cry out, encouraging him to own me. Not that he needs encouraging. Bane slides in and plunges his cock inside me. Oh, god. It feels amazing to be filled by his massive cock.

Bane pumps then pounds my ass. I look up at him and bite my lip as I take his majesty. He stares back as he works. My own cock grows hard and long as I’m plowed. He smiles at me and my heart fills. Bane powers in deeper and faster. His hips slam into my ass. My mouth opens wide as I gasp for breath. My master looks down at me and I am hypnotized by his greatness.

“Say it.”

I can only gasp.

“Say it.”

I nod, gathering myself. I say what he wants to hear. “I love you, Bane.” With that, I explode. My cum shoots up my body, hitting the headboard, my face and then my chest. Bane withdraws from my ass before it tightens up again. I feel my strength returning. My focus. I am confused.

Bane commands, “Stay with me, boy. Focus on your love for your Master.”

I struggle to maintain focus. The kryptonite has no effect after I cum. I know that. But that is not the source of my disorientation. There is something else. What is it? I close my eyes and listen. I hear the henchmen talking. I smell the Batcave. I arch my back and lean my head back as my strength builds. I hear rushed talking. Panic? Is there trouble? I need to save - who?

Suddenly, I hear Bane’s soothing voice louder in my ears. Drowning out whatever is happening. He reminds me that I love him and only him. I open my eyes to see the bedroom again. I see his handsome face. His bald head. His loving smile. But then I see through him. I see through the walls. Into the Batcave. My x-ray vision peels back the layers or reality.

The chaos continues. I warn Bane. I warn him that there is something wrong. I know it. The villain ignores me. Calms me. Distracts me. Disorients me. I try to sit up. I hear the panicked voices again. Something is happening. Someone is coming. I need to help. To save them.

I feel pain again. The pain of kryptonite returns. The weakness. Everything goes black as I feel my master’s arms around me.

Chapter 3. Batman. Butler.

I walk quickly down the hall. Have to be careful. Don’t spill. Don’t drop it. Full beers. Full snacks. It’s hard with my ankles and wrists chained. I make it work. The cage around my manhood chafes. My cowl feels tighter than usual. My cape gets in the way. Stop it. No more complaints. Just get the job done. It’s what I do. I get the job done.

Cheers and cursing. The guys love their video games. Good. I want them in a good mood. I want them to take me on tonight’s mission. I want them to say yes. Prove that I’m more than a punching bag. More than a wrestling dummy. More than two holes to fuck. Prove that I’m part of the crew. I know I’m the lowest of the low, but I can still be more. If they let me.

The clock chimes. Midnight. They’ll be leaving soon.

Into the library. The four musclemen ignore me. That’s fine. I amble to the table. Carefully set down the tray. Done. Back against the wall. I wait. Four minutes and twenty-six seconds later, Bash is here. He smirks. I admire his powerful body. His stuffed black wrestling trunks. Those shiny black leather boots. I want to earn my own henchman gear, but for now, all I am allowed to wear is my cowl, cape and boots. The last links to my previous life.

My life as Batman.

Why did I ever put on that stupid suit? Can’t remember. Must have been crazy. Moping and crying. Taking out my problems on everyone else. Assaulting hard working men just trying to earn a buck. Men trying for a better life. Men who grew up with real problems. More difficult circumstances than mine. Men who had a real right to complain. Unlike me.

Now that I serve these men, I get it. They don’t whine. Not about having no father or mother or money or the abuse they faced or whatever other tragedy has befallen them. No, they deal with it. Like men. I feel ashamed for ever attacking them. I had every advantage but still believed I deserved more. I was awful. But it’s okay. They’ve taught me a big lesson. Bane took my pride and my possessions. Now, these men take me every night. It’s only right.

Bash chugs his beer. I wait. He grabs a handful of mixed nuts. Moves towards me. His eyes cut through me. The muscular powerhouse pops a cashew into his mouth. Just watching me. The bald white bodybuilder’s fist flies forward into my abs. I don’t move. THUD! OOF! It sinks in deep. I double over from the force. His hand on my cowl forces me up. Back against the wall.

“Who told you that you could bend over?”

I grunt, “No one, sir. I am sorry.”

“See, this is why you’re everyone’s bitch. This is why Bane and Crush didn’t want you.” Bash waves Crunch over. He turns and punches the heavyweight Hispanic man’s stomach. BOP! No reaction. Bash says, “That’s how a man takes a punch.” Both men swing their fists into my stomach. THUD! POW! OOF! I drop to my knees, coughing.

Crunch growls, “And that’s how a useless Bat-bitch takes a punch. Always right to the knees with you, ain’t it? Abs ain’t so tough without reinforced spandex.”

I fight to focus. Get it together, Batman. I rise up onto my knees. They shake their heads in disappointment. I hang my head. I am nothing. From the couch, Smash laughs, “Save some for us. Me and Punch are almost through this level. I wanna burn off some tension before we go.”

Bash says, “Don’t worry, there’s plenty to go around. One thing about this Bat-bitch. He never gets tired of serving real men. Do you, slut?”

“No, sir.”

Crunch shoves his cock into my mouth. “Yeah, that’s it. No more talk. Use that mouth for something useful, caped cocksucker.”

I start working on the henchman’s thick uncut rod. I wish I was better at it. The chains limit my range. No. No excuses. I will get better if I just focus. Crunch rewards me with a moan. It encourages me to go deeper. Try harder to please him. Bash notices, “Look at this Bat-bitch. He’s really getting good. His nose is buried in your pubes, man.”

“Yeah, he’s real trained now. Hard to believe we were ever scared of him.”

Bash laughs, “I never was.”

I gag on Crunch’s cock. He pulls me off. Slaps my face with his long hard wet rod. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I take it. I have to. I’m the lowliest henchman on Bane’s crew. These men are my superiors. Only one way to rise up. Have to prove myself as a man. Stop being useless. Help the crew. Be the most loyal and useful Bat-bitch possible. Earn their respect.

Bash and Crunch lift me up. They shove me against the wall. SLAM! Bash unlocks my chains and cock cage. I’m free. It feels good. Bash pulls me off the wall. He forces my arms behind me. Locks on a double chicken wing hold. Shoulders pulled back. Chest stretched wide. Crunch nods. I know what’s coming. He pounds my torso like a heavy bag. THUD! POW THUD!

Have to tighten my muscles. Try to absorb the fists. POW! THUD! WHOMP! The henchmen love to abuse my body. Payback for how I abused them. I was a bully. Not anymore. Now, I’m reminded of my own weakness every day. POW! THUD! POW! My head sags as Crunch tears my body apart. I look down. Watching as he lands fist after fist. THUD! THUD! THUD! I notice my cock rising. It’s free but as useless as the rest of me.

Crunch slaps my hard rod. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! It grows even more. “You love being our Bat-bitch, don’t you? It gets you hard to be dominated, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

Bash lets me go. Crunch grabs my cowl. Pulls hard on it. I fly forward. Crash into the large wooden antique desk. BONK! It barely moves. I lie on it. Torso and head flat on it. Feet on the floor. Spread apart. Ass out. I don’t move. Just wait for them to own me. I don’t have to wait long. Smash and Punch are done with the game. I wait as the four stand behind me.

The four of them take turns fucking my ass. Crunch is first. I moan when he powers inside me. I thank him. He breeds me like the Bat-bitch I am. The mighty henchman is huge. Opens me up. The other men encourage him. Laugh at me. Call me names. I spread my arms and grab the edges of the desk for support. I cry out louder. He’s pounding me so hard.

Crunch hammers my hole. I gasp. Fight to remain relaxed. I’m their Bat-bitch. I deserve this and more. Smash leans in beside me. His mouth at my ear. He whispers. Disgusting words. Humiliating taunts. Verbal abuse as relentless as Crunch’s massive dick in me. I moan. Tell Smash he’s right. He’s right about everything. He laughs at what a bitch I am. He’s right.

Oh god. Crunch erupts. Fills my hole. It feels so good. He pulls out. In goes Punch. He’s smaller than Crunch. But it still feels good. Barely lasts a minute. Adds his load on top of Crunch’s. Smash leaves my ear. Attacks my ass. His cock is just as vicious as his words. The heavy wooden desk moves from the force. Smash earns his name. Smashing my ass. Oh fuck.

Bash moves in. Biggest cock of them all. I hold on. All of them always cum inside me. I’m nothing to them. Just holes to be used. A punching bag to be abused. A slave. I accept this as my punishment for my sins. I do. But I can be more. I can do more. I can help Master Bane and his men. If only they’d let me. The final fuck is the roughest. Also the best.

My moans fill the room. Bash plows me so good. Hits the right spots. My voice rises. Gasping now. Can barely breathe. A tear leaks from my eye. Smash sees. Laughs. Bash knows he got me. Made me cry. Knows he owns me. Now, he cums. It takes forever for him to empty. Those bull balls hold a lot. He stays hard inside me. A few more pumps. He erupts again.

Bash finally finishes up. I feel full and empty. Their seed leaks out. They ignore me. High-fives. Laughter. Mocking me. Punch grabs my cowl. He lifts my head, “Clean this dump up while we’re gone, Bat-bitch.”

“Yes, sir.” The henchman lets go of my cowl. I slide off the desk to my knees. The puddle of their cum sits between my spread legs. I look down at it on the dark wood floor. The four of them stand behind me. I think, “I wish I could come with you.”

“What?”

No. I said that aloud. I swallow hard. Muster my minimal courage. I spin on my knees. Face them with my head bowed. Like the slave I am. Put my hands together. Beg, “Sirs. I know that I’m nothing compared to you. I accept my place. But I can help you tonight.”

The henchmen laugh. Punch snorts, “Look who thinks he’s a tough guy now. The whore of Bane Manor. What’re you gonna do? Shake your ass at him? We’d use Nightwing if that’s all it took.”

“I know his fighting style. His tendencies. His weaknesses. I can take him down. For you. I swear. Please. Allow me to prove myself.”

The four henchmen huddle. I strain to listen. I look at the clock. Midnight. I fixate on the logo. Enigma brand. Quality. I watch the hands. Stare at them as they move counterclockwise around the dial. I try to relax. Focus. Finally, the men turn to me. Bash tells me the good news. I’m in. They’re taking me with them to bring him down.

I will prove myself.

Chapter 4. Nightwing. Puppy.

“No. I said, ‘Sit’.”

I try to rise, but I can’t. The collar around my neck is attached to a chain. That chain is connected to another. It’s an intricate system that keeps me from moving in any direction except for the ones that they want. I’m naked on all fours wearing only my black domino mask, padded blue mitts and blue knee pads. Oh, and a butt plug with a blue rubber tail on it that shakes whenever I move my butt. I like it, but I’m tired and I’m fussy, in no mood for training.

I whimper, “I wanna play, daddy.”

Daddy Crush shakes his head, “No. Not until you learn all seven common commands. Sit. Stay. Down. Come. Heel. Off. No.”

Daddy Crash holds a treat over my head. I look at it. Mmm. I do want that. I watch the treat intently as he moves it over my head. He pulls lightly on a second chain attached to a ring around the base of my cock and balls. It forces my backside to drop as my head rises. I shift, realizing the only way I’m going to get to play is by proving I’m a good puppy. I go with it, moving into a perfect sit.

I get the treat, chewing on it enthusiastically. Yum. Daddy Crush nods, “See? Was that so hard, boy?”

I swallow and shake my head, “No, daddy.”

My two muscle daddies work me through the commands. I’m more focused now, so I nail them all. ‘No’ is the hardest, but I know it now. I get more treats and even better? I get head pats and tummy rubs. It feels so good. My cock gets hard as I get to play with my muscle daddies. They praise me for being a good boy and I get even harder. I lick Daddy Crush’s hand as I lie between them.

I spin around and rise up into a perfect sit. They look at me as I look at them. “What is it, boy?”

“Can we play more?”

“What do you want to play?”

“Fuck the pup. Fuck the pup. Fuck the pup!”

They laugh. Daddy Crash reaches out and grabs my hard cock, “That’s all you ever want to play, boy. You love it when your daddies fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yes, daddy. I love it. Please? Please? Please?”

Daddy Crush rubs my leg, “Only the best boys deserve to play ‘fuck the pup’.”

I whine, “I am the best boy, daddy. I really am.”

“Prove it.”

I think hard about how to prove that I’m the best boy. What can I do? They watch me with smirks on their faces. What can I do for them? All I can do is love and obey and - oh! I know! I know! I say, “You want more pups! You want more pups! I can help you get more pups!”

Daddy Crush nods, “Who?”

“My bestest friends in the whole wide world, daddy. I can tell you all about them and find them and help you train them like you trained me. Please? Please, can we play now?”

“I don’t know. Your friends are kind of special.”

I shake my head, “Not that special, daddy. Batman has plans. Plans. More plans. We can use them to get you more pups. More pup friends for me and more pups for you.”

“And you’re willing to do that for your daddies?”

“Yes! Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh. Anything for daddies. I’m the bestest boy.”

Daddy Crush taps his hip beside his manhood. I know what that means. I dive in, wrapping my mouth around his cock head. I love the taste of his huge meat. I go down deep, loving the feeling of it in my mouth then down my throat. As I work, my white muscle daddy pulls my wagging tail from my behind. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. I stay focused on the giant cock in my mouth. It’s not easy, but I remember my training.

I move between Daddy Crush’s legs and rest my padded paws on his awesome stomach. I work to please him. While I do that, Daddy Crash is behind me. I feel his finger slide inside me where my tail was. Mmm. He toys with my ass while I give my Black muscle daddy my best blowjob. I feel his strong hand on my hair then he pulls me off. We lock eyes.

Daddy Crash pushes on my behind as my other daddy pulls on my hair. I move forward up Daddy Crush’s big body. I get moved into position then I feel the slick fat cock head at my hole. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. I know what’s coming. I know what’s next. I wait for instructions, holding my position. I let out one small whimper and get a laugh in return.

“All right, boy. Sit.”

I eagerly shift then sit. I let out a long moan as I lower my butt because I move right on top of Daddy Crush’s massive cock. Oh. It splits me in two and it feels so good. Daddy Crush has the absolute best cock in the world. I wait, adjusting to it inside me. I watch intently for any sign. I listen for my command. It comes fast and I start bouncing up and down.

Impaled on the huge rod, I brace myself with my paws on his chest. My mouth hangs open as I keep bouncing. Daddy Crush moans. He tells me, “Yeah, that’s a good boy. Fuck yourself on my cock, you slut puppy. Yeah, take daddy’s big dick. This is what you want, isn’t it? You live to get fucked. Nightwing and his little junior hero friends. Born to be our pups.”

I moan as I bounce, “Yes, daddy. I was born to be your puppy!”

My cock flops up and down as I bounce. I take all he’s got and it feels so good. My mind reels as I hear his words. Daddy Crash and Daddy Crush tell me all about how they’re going to make more pups just like me. I’m lost on his cock. I beg for him to give me his load. Instead, Crash lifts me off. Daddy Crush explodes over his massively muscled body. When he’s done, he taps.

I crawl back and lick his mighty muscles clean. I lick up every drop of seed, savoring the taste. I feel Daddy Crash slide in behind me as I work. My white muscle daddy plows into my ass and fucks me as I lick up my Black muscle daddy’s seed. I finish the job just as I feel Daddy Crash explode inside me. I whimper happily as he pumps his cock dry.

When Daddy Crash pulls out, he slides the tail butt plug back in, holding his seed inside me. Mmm. It feels nice. I collapse beside Daddy Crush and he pulls me close. My white muscle daddy moves in behind me and the three of us cuddle. They ask me about my friends and I tell them everything they want to know and everything they need to know.

They praise me for being such a good boy. They tell me again that I was born to be a puppy.

I don’t know what comes over me. This all feels wrong. I suddenly blurt out, “I’m no one’s puppy!”

Crush grabs my head and pulls me into a deep kiss. I melt. Oh fuck. He’s so hot. The big muscleman dominates me, owning my mouth then my body as he rolls me over on the bed. My muscles fail me as he holds me down with his weight. I whimper in fear under him as I look up into his handsome face. He pins my paws over my head.

I tell him, “I’ll never be your puppy.”

The big man smiles down at me, “I’m not mad at you. Nothing easy is worth having.”

I turn my head as he lowers his. His mouth attacks my neck. It feels good.

Chapter 5. Nightwing. Betrayer.

“Okay, puppy. You did a good job leading us here, but now, I want you to sit in the corner and just watch.”

I whimper but obey. I drop to all fours and crawl to the corner on my padded mitts and knee pads. I assume a sitting position with my front paws on the floor, facing out. My behind rests on my heels in my short black shoes. My only other cover is my black leather harness, domino mask and the rubber tail plugged inside my hole.

Daddy Crush and Daddy Crash move into the shadows on either side of the door. I want to run to them. I want them to play with me. I want to be by their side, but I must obey them. Just as I obeyed them when they made me tell them how to capture my best friend. Then made me lead them here. To his apartment. I know I am setting him in a trap but my loyalties lie with them now.

My cock rises underneath me. I feel aroused, like some unseen hand is stroking my shaft. It feels good. Just as it will feel good when - the sound of the key in the door. My eyes glance up at the devices in the four corners of the room. If I’m going to warn him, I need to do it now before he steps inside. I open my mouth but why? I don’t want to warn him, do I?

No.

I want him to join me as a puppy. Serving our muscle daddies who serve the ultimate muscle daddy. Bane. Bane doesn’t seem to care about pups like me, but that’s okay. I like my daddies just fine.

I give in to my throbbing manhood as it hits my eight-pack abs. I am a good puppy. I am a good puppy. My muscles tense. My hole clenches around the plug for my tail in anticipation. If I remain relaxed, I will have a new playmate soon. Together, we can have fun and serve our daddies all day and all night. It’ll be awesome. All I have to do is wait. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.

The door opens and I see his shadowy form. It’s him all right. He’s in and the door closes behind him. I hear his keys hit the bowl by his front door. I whimper involuntarily. The lamp goes on and I stare up at Wally West. The Flash. My friend and ally since we were teens as Robin and Kid Flash. We’re all-men now. Still getting captured as Flash and Nightwing, though. I like getting captured with him. That’s why I know he’ll make a great pup. My handsome ginger pal looks towards me in shock.

Flash and I go way back.

“Hello, Flash. Nightwing looks good as a pup, doesn’t he? I bet you will, too.”

Daddy Crush and Daddy Crash come forward. The three antagonists face each other. My masters look tough in their black masks, wrestling trunks, boots and gloves. Their huge muscles are pumped and ready for a fight. My friend doesn’t look concerned or impressed. They’re human. He’s so much more. Wally steals a look back at me then at them. He looks angry.

The hero says, “I’ll save you in a second, buddy. But first ...”

Wally activates his costume ring, rushing forward to change into his skintight spandex and attack. ARGH! He moves so fast that all I see is his costume start to leave his ring then Wally on the floor, naked and moaning with his clothes strewn about and the red and yellow bodysuit lying beside him. He vibrates wildly as he writhes on the floor. He is having a full seizure.

Daddy Crush says, “You might wanna slow down, little man.”

Wally grunts as he slowly (humanly) rises to his feet. The hero looks amazing naked with his smooth ripped physique. He looks like a muscular runner with thick legs, a great ass, narrow waist, washboard stomach and sculpted pecs. I’ve enjoyed looking at that body many, many times. His costume still hangs down out of his ring. He gasps for breath as his body still twitches.

My best friend asks, “What the fuck?”

Daddy Crush smirks, “Batman’s a real bitch. Contingency plans for all of you. Nightwing’s our pup now and he needs a playmate. Be honored. Of all his friends, he picked you.” The big muscleman winks, “And I can see why.”

Wally hesitates. Unusual for him, but knowing these thugs are using Batman’s technology changes everything. With the fastest man alive slowed down, Crush and Crash charge in. They outweigh the lean young stud with bigger muscles and more brawling experience. The ginger prettyboy can’t help but react fast, immediately causing him to convulse and drop to a knee.

“Told you to slow down, man. These kinetic inhibitors ain’t no joke, kid.”

My buddy grits his teeth and kicks out and up. I’ve trained him in hand-to-hand combat for just this occasion. He hits Crash in the stomach, sending the henchman back. Crush is in fast. Wally tries to trip him down, but his sweeping leg slams against Crush’s boot and stops dead. WHACK! My bigger master lifts his boot and drives it down onto Wally’s ankle. CRACK!

I wince but my cock likes it. I feel it pulsing and in the back of my mind, I hear soothing erotic talk. When Wally is dragged up and lifted across Crush’s broad chest, I groan. The big muscleman bodyslams the hero down onto the wood coffee table. THUD! CRACK! The table breaks from the impact and my naked friend stops moving. He can only moan in pain.

The sight of Wally’s chiseled body being wrecked should disgust me, but it doesn’t. It excites me. Daddy Crash runs in and leaps up. He splashes down on the ailing ginger stud. SPLAT! The shorter muscleman drags the hero up then whips him into the wall. WHAM! The stunned hero stumbles out right into Crush’s arms. He sweeps him up into a bearhug. ARGH!

I lift my front paws up and down excitedly. My cock feels like it will explode. My mind is confused. I have to help Wally. I’m not a puppy. I’m not. But I am. I don’t know what to do as I watch him suffer. His arms hang down as his upper body leans back. He looks like a ragdoll. Crush is a man and Wally is a boy in comparison. I love Crush. No, I love Wally.

The big muscleman lets go and Wally collapses at his feet. My muscle daddies lift him up together. Crush locks on a full nelson while Crash feels up the hero’s luscious body. My cock is screaming for release. I’m so excited by this scene. I sit back and run my gloved paw along my shaft. I can’t grip it in these padded mitts but I need to shoot. I need to explode.

Daddy Crash fires his fists into my helpless friend’s ripped body. THUD! POW! THUD! The stretched-out muscles turn red as they’re abused. POW! THUD! POW! Wally cries out. He begs me to help him. I can’t. THUD! POW! THUD! Without his powers, The Flash is nothing compared to these two musclemen. That’s why they’re my daddies. My cock aches.

No. Ignore it. I need to fight. I push up off the floor. I can’t let them do this to my friend. My cock disagrees. I suddenly feel like it’s in a strong hand and being jerked. My knees buckle and I drop down again. Crash looks over, “Look! Puppy wants to play with our new pack member.”

Crush commands me, “C’mon, boy.”

I rise up but am dropped to all fours when I get an orgasmic feeling across my body. I shudder as I feel like I’m being fingered in the ass by my tail. It settles down and I crawl forward. When I reach the three studs, Crash lifts under my armpits. Crush orders me to lick Wally’s cock. I can’t resist. I slowly lick up the long thin shaft from tip to his trimmed red pubes.

Crash leans in and whispers in my ear, “Good boy.”

Crush lowers my friend to his knees. Wally looks weak. Crash lets me go then swats me on the ass. SMACK! “Go get him. Who’s our alpha pup and who’s the beta?”

I growl at my friend then tackle him down. Wally’s in no shape to resist me. Even with thick padded mitts on my paws, I manhandle him. I strike him across the face, which flips him over onto his stomach. BOOF! My aching cock hovers over his hole. I need release, but I know I shouldn’t. Crush claps his hands, getting my attention, “Go on, boy. Prove you’re the top dog.”

I can’t resist. I plunge my cock deep inside my friend’s ass. Wally raises up and cries out. I start plowing his smooth powerful ass. I put my paws on his shoulders to hold him down as I hump him like an animal. He whimpers then begs me to stop. I feel my load building fast. My cock is enveloped by his tight hole and the pressure draws my load forward. I fuck the Flash hard, breeding his amazing ass. It’s a primal feeling as I establish my dominance. I’m top dog!

It doesn’t take long. I explode inside him, releasing my load. Wally moans under me as he feels me empty my balls inside him. Yea, there’s no doubt on who’s the alpha dog now. I slow down and hold my cock inside him and Crush grabs my hair and pulls my head back. He opens his mouth to speak then ... nothing?

Suddenly, Crush and Crash disappear. Everything is black. Am I blind? No. It’s like someone turned off the world. And I’m so tired. My body goes limp and I -

Chapter 6. Batman. Henchman.

The wind whips around my bare flesh. It feels good. Free. I haven't felt the rush of Gotham night air of a rooftop in a very long time. How long? I can't remember. Time is something I no longer understand or feel. My skin tingles as my long cape flaps behind me. I wear my henchman uniform proudly. Cowl. Trunks. Gloves. Boots. All black.

The blond bearded hero comes out onto the roof. Investigating the noise. The noise I made deliberately to lure him to me. Shirtless. Smooth. Black pants. Green bow. One green arrow. Looking good, Ollie. He sees me. He cocks the arrow. Aims it right at my heart. Fast. I only have black boots, gloves, trunks, cowl and cape. No protection if he fires. And he never misses.

“Batman? What are you doing here? And dressed like that?”

“I came to say ‘hi’. After all, you were kind enough to visit Gotham City.”

“Are you ... all right?”

“I’m great. Never been better.”

The clock tower behind him strikes midnight. Green Arrow hesitates. He lowers his bow slightly. Not sure about me. Can he trust me? He’s heard some things. Are they true? Am I a henchman? Or am I working a long con? The bow and arrow come back up. Smart decision. I spread my arms out wide. Defenseless. Inviting him to fire. He won’t. I know it. He knows it. He knows that I know.

The bow lowers. Aimed at my leg. Now he can take me out without killing me. Freezes me in place. Smart again. The hero whips his right hand behind his back. Reaches into his waistband. Handcuffs fly up. So fast. Land on the toe of his boot. He’s got the arrow aimed at my leg again. What was that? Two seconds? Smooth. Green Arrow kicks the cuffs to me. They hit my chest then fall to the ground.

Green Arrow orders, “Get on your knees, Batman. Turn around. Hands behind head. Cuffs on. Slow and where I can see.”

I smile, “I only go on my knees for my crew.”

“Now.”

I drop to one knee. Grab the cuffs. I smoothly dive to the left. He fires, but I whip the cuffs around. I guess right on where he’s aiming. The cuffs knock the arrow - his only arrow - off course. It flies past me. Lands harmlessly to my left. I push up, diving forward. Green Arrow shifts his grip. Using his bow as a staff. Smart. I whip the cuffs like a nunchuck as I charge to meet him.

We come together in the middle of the roof. I’m the better fighter. He’s got the better weapon. I strike. He blocks. Green Arrow hits me in the side. WHACK! It’s okay. Allows me to grab his bow. He looks surprised. I’m stronger, too. I pull the bow. He comes with it. Right into my raised knee. OOF! Square in the abs. Nice. I push the bow at him. WHACK! Got him in the face.

I throw my weight back. He's pulled with me. I get my boot between us as I fall. I land on my back. THUD! I kick up. He's flipped over head. He lands on his back. Harder than I did. I somersault backwards. Drive my knee into his stomach. WHOMP! OOF! I pull up on the bow. He keeps holding on. I kick his side. THUD! I pull him into a head butt. CRACK! Now, he's staggered. Dazed.

I pull the bow free. Now I’ve got the weapon. The hero looks to escape. Reload. Stupid to come up here without all his weapons. Nope. I whip the bow around. He dodges. Right into my rising boot. WHOMP! He twists. I strike him with his own bow. WHACK! The blond stud falls to his hands and knees. He tries to dive at my legs. I’m ready. I flip over him. I land behind him. Swinging bow strike down onto his back. WHACK! I expertly wield the bow like a club and a staff.

Green Arrow drops onto the roof. I leap forward. Land with my boot on the back of his neck. STOMP! Stuns him. I whip his bow around. Strike him all over. Left side. WHACK! Right leg. WHACK! Left wrist. WHACK! I bring it down with both hands across the small of his back. WHACK! The hero bucks up. I let him. Gives me a better angle.

I strike his right side. WHACK! He rolls over. I jump in with boots. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Green Arrow tries to push up. The bow strikes his trap. WHACK! I whip the bow across the back of his head. WHACK! The blond stud drops down. Moaning. Barely moving. I push the end into where his neck meets his shoulder. Pressure. Twist. He cries out. I do it on the other side.

“How’re those arms feeling? Little technique I learned in Tibet.”

“Fuck you.”

I answer him with two quick bow strikes to the same spot. WHACK! WHACK! I notice he stops fighting. Arms are probably at half-strength now. I could knock him out. Be merciful. End this. No. Have to prove myself. Show the crew. Anyone can beat Green Arrow. I need to humiliate him. Show them that he’s the real worthless bitch. Maybe even have him brought in under me. Would be nice to have someone I could order around. Someone I could fuck.

Yes. Let’s show them. I've proven that I’m tough. Now, I will prove that Green Arrow is worth owning. I circle around between his legs. I press the end of the bow against his ass. I force it between his cheeks. The spandex pants stretch into his crack. I have the bow pressed down against his hole. He moans loud. His legs kick up and down. Yeah, suffer, you blond bitch. Make the crew want your ass.

I mock him. “Beating you down with your own bow. That’s gotta hurt the pride. But fucking you with it? That'll hurt something else.”

“Fuck you.”

I undo the bow string at the top end. Turn it around to do the other end. Perfect. I toss the bow aside. Bend down. Grab his tights and pull them down to his knees. Going commando as usual. Hot ass. Smooth. White as snow. Flawless. I force his ankles up. He fights. I overpower him. Easily. I bind the ankles together. Tight. He tries to push up but his arms are still too weak.

I pull his ankles up until his heels are at his ass. I grab his limp right arm and bind it to his ankles. Then the left arm. The hero is hogtied. In his own bow string. My cock is rock-hard in my trunks. I circle around. I grab his thick blond hair. Lift his head up. He scowls at me. Good. I push him onto his side. His torso, manhood and thighs are filthy from the roof.

Green Arrow struggles. It’s useless. Just like him. I watch as he tires himself out fighting. My knots are too perfect. The string has dug into his boots. It’s going nowhere. His wrists are raw. I wait. Watching him struggle. Getting sweaty. Pumped. His strength returns to his arms. The veins pop. When he slows down, I poke his abs with his bow. Just to taunt him. It works.

The hero fights like a fish on a ship deck. Flopping and straining. All for nothing. He finally tries himself out. I kneel in front of him. Grab his hair. Lift his head. We lock eyes. “I would say that I expected better, but I didn’t. You performed exactly as I imagined you would. You’re the only hero for whom I never made a contingency plan. I knew there was no need.”

“Fuck you.”

“Actually, I hope to fuck you. But it is not my call.”

I rise up. I hear the men emerge. The crew circles. I wait patiently for the verdict. They nod. Bash nudges Green Arrow with his boot. Crunch picks up the stringless bow. Smash and Punch pull the blond stud up to his knees. They feel up his body.

Smash says, “Kinda skinny.”

Punch nods, “Yeah. More like Crush’s thing. He likes skinny white boys.”

Bash comes to me, “You proud of yourself?”

“No, sir. It’s not my place to be proud.”

Bash nods. “All right. Crunch, you grab him. Smash, you and Punch go downstairs. Grab his gear. We'll let the boss decide what we do with him.”

I look up at the clock tower. Midnight. Enigma brand. Quality. The minute hand moves a notch counterclockwise then jumps back. I nod. Bash grabs the right ear on my cowl and breaks my stare. I’m forced to my knees. I kneel happily before the henchman. I see the others behind him. Crunch has Green Arrow slung over his left shoulder, holding the hero’s stringless bow in his right hand. I smile.

I ask, “Did I do well, sir?”

Bash nods, “Yeah, you did real good, Bat-bitch.”

“Thank you, sir. I live to serve Master Bane.”

Chapter 7. Superman. Weapon.

“More gold, master.”

I can see through Bane's mask that he is smiling at me. He says, “Well done, boy. So many underwater treasures to pillage. Did they give you any trouble?”

I kneel before my master, “No, sir. The Atlanteans are no more of a threat than humans.”

“And did they -”

Just then, I hear it. I rise and turn, defending my master, “He’s coming in fast, sir.”

The words are just out of my mouth when Aquaman lands on Gotham’s famous wharf. BOOM! The beautiful blond muscleman stands majestically before us holding his gold trident, shining in the midday sun. Water cascades down his smooth muscles, the puddle at his feet steaming from the heat of the concrete platform. The hero is shirtless in tight green pants with a gold belt and necklace. His handsome face looks angry.

My former ally’s voice booms, “You dare raid Atlantis’ outposts?”

I explain, “Only to get your attention, old friend.”

Aquaman points his trident towards us, “We stopped being friends when you started serving that one.” His eyes shift to my master, “Keep your ambitions - and your pets - above sea-level, Bane. In the water, I am King. I have an army behind me. And I’ve beaten Superman before.”

My boss simply says, “Now.”

The lights around the wharf suddenly flash on. They glow red as the heat lamps activate. Aquaman smirks, “Really? Borrowing from Black Manta’s bag of tricks? You should know that he never succeeded.”

Bane replies, “He never had Superman on his side.”

That is my cue. I unleash a broad-spectrum heat beam from my eyes. More intense than any lamp, Aquaman feels the effects immediately as I dehydrate his powerful body. His muscles shrink and his white skin tans to a luscious brown as my power drains him. He lets out a cry then drops to a knee. He gasps and struggles, the mighty King immediately weakened. My cock stirs under my codpiece as I overpower him.

I am unleashed.

In desperation, the hero leaps back towards the empowering water. Unfortunately for him, I am infinitely faster than him. I am there before the beautiful blond muscleman goes five feet. I grab his ankle and hold him aloft over the water, taunting him. He thrashes and struggles as I casually dangle him upside down, continuing to blast him with my heat vision. ARGH! He swings his trident, but I catch it and easily rip it from his grip.

Suddenly, I hear noise from down below. Sea creatures telepathically compelled to help. I am prepared for this. I hurl Aquaman and his trident onto the wharf just as a water jet sprays up. It blasts me, soaking my body but too late to help him. I hover above the water, wet but unharmed. Bane is already standing over the hero. The two men are now closer to being equals. I enjoy seeing the handsome King writhe at my master’s boots.

From underneath me, I hear more stirring. I look down just as a large humpback whale leaps up, swallowing me in its mouth. Its weight drags me down into the water. I focus as its baleens rub over me. The bristles cannot harm me. I am angry. Not at this amazing beast. I am angry at Aquaman for using this whale in this way. I could kill it with a thought, but he doesn’t care. He cares only about himself. Some hero.

I carefully move forward, forcing open its jaw then flying up into the air and landing on the wharf. Aquaman and my master are fighting. Fists are flying and legs are kicking. The Atlantean is still strong, but Bane has filled his veins with venom, in an effort to match our enemy. I swoop in, grabbing Aquaman by his thick blond hair. In a blur, I lift and whip him around, smashing him into the concrete back-first. KABOOM! He writhes in pain as I blast his chiseled torso.

My master snaps his fingers and I move back. Bane skillfully drives his boots down onto the mighty hero. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I move back and spin at super-speed to dry myself. With Bane masterfully in control of the King, I grab Aquaman’s abandoned trident. My master backs up as I move in. I hold the weapon at the blond muscleman’s throat.

“The whale is unharmed, no thanks to you. You would risk its life for your own? You’re a coward, Aquaman. You deserve everything that’s coming to you.”

Bane snaps his fingers again. As I look at him, he explains, “Now you see. These heroes are worthless hypocrites. I will handle this so-called King from here. You just keep the heat on while I take care of business.”

“Yes, master.” As I move back, I unleash the full power of my eyes onto the trident. It melts into a heap of useless metal. I look back at Aquaman and raise the temperature around him, “Man on man against my master, Arthur. No powers. No weapons. No fish. You are doomed.”

Bane steps in and drags up the weakened hero. Aquaman’s muscles tense before he throws a wild fist. My master blocks the blow then delivers his own to the Atlantean’s ripped midsection. THUD! OOF! The bigger muscleman grabs the so-called hero around the neck, lifts then choke slams him down onto the concrete. SMASH! Now that he’s basically human, the blond beauty goes limp from the impact.

I float around, admiring the scene. My cock stretches my codpiece from my body as I thrill at watching my master work. My own mostly naked body drinks in the sunlight and I feel euphoric as my cape flutter behind me. Bane flexes over his prey, looking up at me with a smile. The powerful genius growls and his muscles grow. I love it when he activates his venom.

Now even bigger and stronger, Bane drags Aquaman up to his feet. The dried-out stud again tries to fight back. He kicks and punches, but his blows are nothing compared to the massive beast before him. My master toys with him, driving his fists past the fish-man’s defenses and breaking down his incredible body. POW! THUD! POW! Aquaman staggers on his feet.

Bane taunts, “You’ll look good mounted on my wall, fish-boy.” THUD! WHOMP! WHACK! “Imagine that, Superman. Seeing this one chained to a board over the fireplace in Bane Manor.”

My mind reels at the thought and my cock aches. It leaks pre-cum and suddenly, my body shudders. I lose focus, causing my eyes to close. I drop down closer to the wharf, losing altitude. I hear my master’s voice.

“Yes, you like that. You like the idea of this hero being defeated by me. You love the idea of him being humiliated. Helpless. Treated like property. You’re a good boy, Superman. I will fuck you facing him, so you can stare up at him on the wall while I breed you. You can revel in the knowledge that you helped make it happen. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

“Yes, sir. Oh god. Yes, master.”

“Now, open your eyes and watch. Watch me finish him.”

I open my eyes and the sun hits me again. I smile as I see Aquaman, nearly unconscious. He’s sitting on his hip with his legs stretched the side. His arms and thick pecs sag down. Bane holds him up by his blond hair. My master kneels down and grabs Aquaman around the neck in a rear naked choke. As the massive muscleman rises, he pulls the limp stud with him.

Aquaman fights with what little strength he has left, but he’s nothing. Bane edges him towards unconsciousness. He could finish him at any time, but I can see that he is holding back. My master says, “Tear his pants off, Superman.” I nod and rush in. I caress the green scaly spandex-like fabric. It is slick, almost frictionless as my hand runs along the front.

I tear the gold belt off, casting it aside. Aquaman whimpers for me to stop. I ignore him. We own him now. Our trophy, destined for Bane’s mantle. Oh god. I re-focus. I easily tear the tights open in front. The blond beauty’s limp manhood spills out. Nestled in trimmed blond fur, it is impressive for a normal man, but inferior compared to mine or Bane’s. Same as the man himself. Impressive, but inferior.

I peel the tights all the way off, shredding the fabric with my power. My heat vision tanned his upper body but his pelvis and legs are stark white. I kneel down and rub the thick legs. They are so strong, able to propel him through the water at impossible speeds. Or rather, they were. Now, they just look chiseled, but their power is gone. I look at his cock and balls. I hunger for them.

Bane releases the choke without knocking Aquaman out. The blond beauty collapses before me. From my knees, I look up at my master. He rubs the front of his black tights. I nod then pull the moaning hero flat on his stomach. Bane releases his cock as he drops down. I kneel on the concrete as I excitedly watch the massive muscleman get into position.

My master drives his cock into Aquaman’s muscular white ass. The blond muscleman cries out, the shock re-awakening him. I brace for any resistance, but the hero is too weak. All he can do is take Bane’s cock and suffer through this brutal breeding. My cock aches, standing out at full attention inside the codpiece and stretching it far from my body. My balls drop out the bottom.

Bane vigorously pounds the blond hero’s ass, taking his last bit of pride. The King of Atlantis is his bitch-boy. His plaything. His trophy. This is his new place and I feel proud for helping my master conquer another territory. The brutal butt-fuck picks up speed. I can sense that my master is ready to cum. Sure enough, he roars and explodes inside the devastated hero.

I smile broadly as he empties his load inside the helpless blond hunk. I am jealous of any man getting Bane’s seed, but I know how important this is. Bane finishes up and pulls out. He orders me over. I crawl beside them and my master graces me by lifting his mask off his mouth and kissing me deeply. I melt under the power of his mouth. He owns me and I love it.

With that task done, I bind the wrecked Aquaman’s ankles. I float up, lifting him up into the air by his legs. Gravity pulls down on his useless arms and manhood as we rise above the wharf. Bane poses in front of the hanging hero like a fisherman in front of a trophy catch. The helpless hero isn’t really any different than one of those sharks or marlins they string up. He’s nothing but an example of my master’s power.

Smash takes a picture and uploads it for the world to witness. The whole world can see Aquaman’s ultimate humiliation. No one can stand against us. No one. I lower us down, placing the deposed King’s unconscious carcass on the hot sizzling concrete. Bane orders me to my knees beside Aquaman. I obey. He tells me how proud he is of me. I feel warm.

Bane controls my head as I kneel before my former ally. He allows me to peel off my codpiece and grab my shaft. “Pump it, boy.” I grow hard as I work my dick. “You made this possible. You did this. No mercy. No hesitation. For me, you brought down an empire.”

“Yes, master. All for you.”

“Yes. Now finish the job. Work your cock while you look at your work. Think about how we destroyed him. How you brought him to his knees. How I pounded his body into submission. How I fucked him. How he looked as our trophy. The world seeing his complete and utter destruction. And how he’ll look chained over the fireplace.”

I listen to his words and I gasp. I remember every moment of this encounter. Every detail. As I stare down at his body, Bane keeps talking. His words filling my mind. And I my cock grows harder than it has even been. He tells me to think about men around the world watching this scene. How many are jerking off to it, just as I am doing? Aquaman is nothing. Thanks to me.

Bane whispers, “Shoot for your master, boy.”

I obey. My load builds and erupts over the beautiful blond muscleman’s body. Aquaman doesn’t stir as I coat his smooth luscious skin. My seed pops against his white skin now tanned from the waist up thanks to my eyes. It runs over his flesh and settles in the deep caverns between his pecs and abs, like milky white rivers. I can barely breathe as I empty myself onto him.

I am suddenly overwhelmed. By love. No. Something else. Wait. This is wrong. It’s all wrong. I try to move, but something is holding me. I hear panicked voices again. Someone is losing control of something. Aquaman disappears. The wharf vanishes. I see metal. I see the Batcave ceiling. Where am I? I am disoriented and confused.

I have to fight. I have to stand up. I have to break whatever this invisible force is. I am sorry, Aquaman. How could I have done this to you? I didn’t. Bane grabs my head and tells me to focus on him. On my love for him. I try but he isn’t here. We’re not here. I realize that I don’t love him. I don’t even like him. He isn’t my master. He is my enemy. How?

This isn’t real.

Chapter 8. Crush. Number One.

Bane yells out, “Control him!”

“We’re trying, sir! The kryptonite isn’t working! He’s already almost as strong as the two of us and getting stronger!”

“Just keep the helmet on his head. I need to stay linked to his brain.”

I tear off my mind-linking helmet. I gotta stop workin’ Nightwing’s brainwashin’ fantasy. Just as I got him to be alpha pup over. Flash. Too bad, but this is more important. What the fuck is happenin’? Superman’s still got the kryptonite rock chained around his neck, but for some reason, he’s gettin’ more powerful. He’s buckin’ wildly. If he breaks free, we’re fuckin’ fucked.

Crash follows me and we’re met by Bash and Crunch who’ve left Batman in his. Mind-warping helmet. The six of us fight to hold Superman down. Okay. We’re able to do it, but for how long? The chunk of kryptonite around the hero’s neck still isn’t doin’ jack shit. What the fuck? We’re panicking as we try to control a fuckin’ god. I did not sign up for this shit. It’s all on Bane.

The boss just snarls. He puts the head gear back on and begins sendin’ his thoughts back into Superman’s brain. The Riddler’s devices feed the subject’s mind, tappin’ into his deepest, darkest fantasies to create realistic simulations that can be used to coerce and enslave the users. Unfortunately, they’re designed for normal people, not all-powerful aliens.

My boss links his mind to the alien’s again. I hear him whisper, “Calm down, Superman. Obey your master.” It finally starts to fuckin’ work as the hero settles down and stops fightin’ us. Bane reaches out and gently runs his fingers along the Kryptonian’s neck. As we struggle to control the naked muscleman, I notice that his erection is fadin’ and he’s relaxin’. I hear him whimper.

Okay. We’re gettin’ control back. He’s calmin’ the fuck down. What the fuck was that? I can see the fresh cum on his ripped torso and some dried cum, too. He obviously shot his load. Is that when the trouble started? The six of us push his arms and legs back into position on the table. The machines are all trackin’ normally. The screen shows Superman kneeling before Bane. He’s back under control. But for how long?

Smash says, “That’s twice he almost got free. And this one was even closer.”

I look over, “Seriously?”

“Oh, you didn’t hear the first one because you were with Nightwing. Yeah, Superman broke the fantasy twice. Both times when he shot his load. We seriously need to cage this bitch’s dick in kryptonite and never let him cum again.”

Bane pulls off the helmet. He rises and surveys the relaxed hero’s muscular body. The villain nods then tells the guys to take a break. As I start to walk away, he says, “Not you, Crush.”

I stop and wait with the boss. He stretches and circles Superman, runnin’ his fingers over the hero’s amazin’ body. He puts some alien cum on his finger then licks it off. You wouldn’t catch me doin’ that. Who knows what his intergalactic junk makes? I stay chill. Bane’s got us this far and like I said earlier, he’s not gonna make any stupid mistakes. Even if he is into Superman.

I ask, “When should we go again, sir?”

“Not tonight. Two rounds with Enigma’s devices is enough. Once to push their life as our slaves. Once to break their relationships with their friends. And all three heroes accepted both scenarios for a long time. Enough technology. Enough tricks. Now, it is time for some good old-fashioned training. Real world training. Real world fucking. Are Catwoman’s play stations ready to go?”

Good, I like this plan. I answer, “Yes, sir.”

Bane is right. The virtual reality machines are good for fuckin’ with their minds, but they got limits. The Riddler is a genius but even he can’t make a machine that works in 30 minutes. Superman and Nightwing are still resisting. Batman is completely broken and a full-on bitch-slave. But he was drugged earlier. Maybe we should drug the other two.

Boss asks, “How was Nightwing?” I walk him through my two sessions. He nods, “I am impressed that the boy is so resilient. Perhaps I undervalue him.” I kinda tense and Bane sees it. Shit. “Are you worried that I will take him from you?”

I shake my head, lettin’ him know I’m cool. “Whatever you want is what I want. You’re the boss. You want Nightwing? He’s all yours. That goes for me and any of the crew, too. Just give the order, sir.”

“Good answer, number one.”

Phew. I finally get a break but I never take my eyes off the three heroes. Any sign of them recovering or escaping and we need to be fuckin’ ready. Lucky, it never happens. I tell the crew to disconnect Superman and Nightwing. The crew carries their limp carcasses over to the slings with heavy leather straps and carpet-covered chains. Stole these from Catwoman.

They’re cuffed into place, their hot bods wrapped up under their pecs and around their waists, thighs and biceps. The naked heroes look fuckin’ exhausted. Soaked in dried sweat and cum. Muscles look loose. I don’t totally trust ‘em, but they don’t try anything. They’re probably still tryin’ to adjust to reality after their time in the Riddler’s machines.

I test both slings. I pull down on them. Yep, strong. I start pullin’ the levers, makin’ sure that we can move the heroes in any direction. Yeah, their ankles can go up, down and out wide. Their bodies can be flipped and turned. They’re basically sex puppets on our strings made from leather and chain. Suddenly, Superman starts to pull but the kryptonite is working again and he’s just normal human strong. Nothin’ to worry about.

The villainess’ freaky torture toys are laid out and we’re ready to go again. Bane is going to lead Punch and Smash in workin’ over Superman. Crash and I will take Nightwing. Meanwhile, Bash and Crunch will go hard on the broken Batman on the nearby table. What a fucking mess he is. Not even bound and he’s spreadin’ his legs, just beggin’ to get fucked hard.

Lookin’ at the heroes in their new positions, Bane grabs my shoulder, “Impressive sight.”

“Yes, sir.”

My boss squeezes the back of my neck, “Did Smash tell you when Superman cracked?”

“Yes, sir. When he came.”

“Well, yes, but when did he cum?”

I think then realize, I don’t know. I say fast, “I’m not sure, sir. I was leadin’ the Nightwing simulation not monitorin’ that machine. Lemme ask Smash -”

Bane puts up his hand and I stop talkin’. He finishes for me, “Relax. I’ll tell you when. The first time was when he admitted that he loved me. The second time was even more intense. The simulation featured him exploding over a destroyed Aquaman.”

I nod, “That’s interestin’, sir. The Riddler always said that his mind-manipulatin’ machines led people to their darkest desires and that is why they could be corrupted so easily. Maybe Superman ain’t such a goody two-shoes after all.”

“Exactly. I hear that Batman did not resist at all. Pathetic. But Nightwing embraced being your puppy. And Superman’s darkest desires are apparently to be owned and unleashed by his master. One hero down. Two to go and we’re close. By tomorrow night, the heroes will be ours for real.”

“Yes sir.”

To be continued 3/15/2020