Date: Fri, 27 Dec 2019 16:11:52 -0500 From: Trevor Merlot Subject: Batman's New Robin - Chapter 3 Disclaimer: The following story is fictional based on characters owned by DC Comics, Inc. No copyright infringement is intended. This story will contain gay erotic content. If this type of writing offends you, do not read any further. Batman's New Robin Chapter 03 - One Rule My heart dropped when I saw Bruce. Me and Roy still had our dicks out and our cum on each other's abs. Bruce just glared at me. He had his mask on now which only made him more intimidating. "Sir, me and Dante were just-" Roy started to explain but Bruce turned and exited, not bothering to hear an explanation. I knew he was pissed. "Dude, don't panic." My mind was racing. Roy's words of encouragement sounded so tone deaf in that moment. Bruce's anger was not something to be taken lightly. Roy should know better. I shot him a dirty look, then quickly wiped off and pulled my suit back on. I headed upstairs to the glass booth that overlooks the training area. Bruce sometimes liked to watch my training sessions a second time to analyze any mistakes I might have made. Everything in the Watchtower was recorded on video cameras, except of course our private bedrooms and the locker rooms - thank god. Just as I thought, Bruce was hunched over the computers when I walked in. "Hey, can we talk?" "There's nothing to say" he didn't bother to face me as he spoke. "I just want you to know it won't happen again... I'm embarrassed, I admitted. It was true. Ever since Bruce started training me 2 years ago I had been so careful to abide by every rule he set, follow every direction to the letter. I wanted to be a good Robin, I wanted to be worthy of the title. "Come here, look at this." I stepped forward and peered at the monitor over Bruce's shoulder. On the screen was me and Roy, him behind me helping me line up his bow and arrow. Both of us were clearly enjoying being so close to each other. I hadn't realized we were being so obvious. "You need to stay focused," he said sternly. "You made it to the League, it's not the time to slack off now. Remember the rules." - "No partying, no drinking, no smoking, no dating, no sex," I listed off Bruce's rules to Roy. "Just to name a few." "Bro! That's insane. He needs to lighten up." "You don't get it. I signed up for this! He laid out his terms and I agreed. I wanted to be Robin. I can't screw this up Roy, this is all I've ever wanted!" "Take it easy," he said, trying to calm me down. He put his hand on my back. "I understand." I took a deep breath. "Bruce, he's.. he's hard to please. And I thought once I got here he would finally see me as accomplished or more of an equal. This is setting me back big time." "Listen, you're here. You're in the freakin Justice League now. You don't just report to Bruce anymore which means you aren't subject to his rules. Oliver is WAY more lenient with me. I hear Superman is a big softie too." I smiled, remembering how kind Superman was when he first welcomed me to the Watchtower. "You don't need to stress over Bruce. Besides, we didn't technically break his rules." That was true. We were only jerking off. "You said guys here do it all the time, right?" "Yea! It's no big deal Dante, I promise". Roy smiled, big and genuine. I couldn't help but smile back. Talking to him felt so easy. - "Three tequila shots please sir!" Roy and I sat at a small high table by the bar and Oliver strutted up to us, calling out to the bartender as he sat down. "On me," he said to us. "I'm Oliver." He extended his hand out for me to shake, which I did out of habit despite already meeting him a few days ago. "Dante says you two met already?" "Did we?" Oliver scratched his beard. "In the shower", I said semi-embarrassed. "Right! The shower," he smiled. "So how are you boys?" "We've been training with Batman." "Say no more" Oliver rolled his eyes. I was kind of shocked how blatantly he showed his disdain for Bruce. Especially in front of me. "Dante's actually Robin," Roy explained. "He was telling me all the crazy rules Bruce made him follow. No sex, no drinking." "Pfft. If we weren't supposed to drink why would we have a bar in the Watchtower?" He made a good point. "Three shots of tequila!" A waiter arrived and presented us with our shots. The two archers raised their glasses but I hesitated to touch mine. "Don't worry," Roy said, sensing my apprehension. "Listen kid, Bruce is uptight. Always has been. If you're hanging out with me, there's only one rule you gotta follow" "What's that?" I asked. "Swallow," he winked. They downed their shots and I followed, surprising myself. The tequila burned going down but felt incredible. - An hour or so later, me and Roy found ourselves in Oliver's room. It was essentially a full size, upscale apartment - he had his own kitchen, bathroom, living room, and a king size bed. I was pretty jealous. He started pouring us something from his personal liquor collection. I really didn't need any more booze. We did a few shots at the bar; not too many but it didn't make much for me to feel it. "I'm good on the drink, Oliver. Thank you though." "No problem" he said, handing one to Roy and sipping his own. "I'm not used to being drunk," I admitted as Oliver led us to the living room and sat on one of the sofas. "You good bro?" Roy asked as he sat across from Oliver, "Yea... I'm great actually" I grinned and plopped down next to Roy. "Haven't felt this good in a long fucking time." "Not even in the locker room?" he teased. I raised my eyebrows, a little shook that he would bring that up in front of Oliver, but I was too drunk to care. I started laughing. "What happened in the locker room?" "Me and Dante needed to blow off some steam," Roy made a jerking off motion with his hand and laughed. "Oh really?" Oliver chuckled and looked at me. "He told me it was normal," I said. "That a lot of the League does that with each other." "We do. Matter of fact I could bust one right now," Oliver said matter-of-factly, and started unbuckling his pants. Roy looked at me as if to ask what I thought. I couldn't believe how casual these guys were about this stuff. I just watched as Oliver set down his cocktail on the side table and pulled out his cock, already semi-hard. "You boys gonna join me?" "C'mon man," Roy rubbed my knee to assure me. Then he unzipped his fly and started pulling on his soft dick. It was impressive even flaccid. It's not that I didn't want to join Roy but Oliver was making me nervous. He kept staring at me as he pumped his cock. Something about his gaze was hypnotizing. Next to me, Roy's dick was growing. "C'mon bro," he said. "Don't leave me hanging". "I- I don't know," I stammered. "I guess I'm just feeling shy." "We can fix that," Oliver said as he grabbed his drink and stood up. He walked around the center table and stood in front of me, his big dick just inches from my face. "Finish this", he put the glass up to my mouth and I tilted my head back, to let him pour it in. It was a nice cocktail, strong and sweet. Once I finished the drink he took the glass away and pushed his dick head against my lips. Without even thinking about it I parted and let him into my mouth. I heard Roy's strokes suddenly stop. Oliver pushed about 3 inches into my mouth and held it there. "Mmmm" I said, trying to protest but too drunk to realize no one could understand me with my mouth full. "Theeeere you go", Oliver said in a low, sexy tone. I looked up at him and we locked eyes. He pushed in further until he started to hit the back of my throat. I gagged a little. "Shhh. It's okay," he caressed my face and pulled back, just enough to keep my mouth full but not choke me. His bushy pubes tickled my nose. I wasn't really processing what was happening. My mind was hazy. All I knew was this intense sexual aura emanating from Oliver. And his cock actually tasted fucking great. I finally looked over at Roy. He was transfixed, mouth agape. Oliver pulled out and I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "Fuck bro" Roy said. He gripped his cock and started jerking it again. "Stick out your tongue," Oliver commanded. I obeyed. He slapped his dick on my tongue a few times then slowly rubbed his meat all over my face, getting me all slimy. I couldn't believe this was happening. I had never sucked a dick before, let alone had one rubbed across my face. It should have been degrading but I never felt so liberated. "Oliver..." I panted, out of breath. Oliver pushed back into my mouth and grabbed a fistful of my hair. He started pumping in and out, essentially using my lips to jack off. "Fuck that's hot," Roy commented. "You want some of this Speedy?" he asked. "Fuck yea". Roy stood up next to Oliver and pointed his throbbing erection at my face. He was leaking precum. I looked up at him. He looked just as confused and hazy as me and equally turned on. I took him in my mouth and start sucking. "Bro... that's so.... fucked up." Oliver laughed. "Feels good huh?" "So fucking good." Oliver slapped his dick on my cheek as if to command me back to him. I pivoted and started sucking on him again. I was getting the hang of it now. "Good boy," Oliver said. "Suck Daddy's cock" Him saying daddy sent a wave of realization through my brain. Me and Roy were in our early 20s; we were just kids messing around. But this was different. Oliver was technically our superior. And he was old enough to be my dad... about the same age as Bruce. "Fuck his mouth Ollie", Roy cheered him on. "Fuck boy", Oliver picked up the pace, now fully face fucking me. "You want Daddy's load?" "Mmmmhmm," wait what? "Holy shit,'' Roy said, jerking himself off faster. "You remember my one rule boy?" Oliver asked. I opened my eyes again and looked up at him. "Swallow!" I retracted a bit by instinct, unsure if I wanted to taste his cum. But he grabbed my head with both hands and held me down on his cock. "Good boyyyyyy!! Uggghhhhhh FUCK!!" He grunted and pumped his man sperm into my mouth. "Fuuuuuck!!" Roy cried out and shot his hot load all over my face. Ropes of his cum landed across my cheeks, nose and lips as Oliver buried his load down my throat. He took his dick out and once again rubbed it all on my face, coating himself in Roy and then fed that to me as well. "I liked your new friend, Roy," Oliver smiled. I looked down at my pants, still zipped tight. My hard dick straining against the fabric. "Let's go home," Roy said. "I'll take care of that." --- If you enjoyed this story, you can send feedback to trevormerlotxxx@gmail.com Please consider donating to Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html